Date: Fri, 25 Mar 2016 15:22:34 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101@yahoo.com
Subject: Taking a Long Lunch

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The messages would come pretty in reliably at about 10am or so, most
days. The phone would do a double-buzz on my desk, or inside the pocket of
my jacket, and like Pavlov's dog, I'd get a little damp in the mouth, feel
a little tingle along the length of my cock inside my suit pants. Forcing
myself to keep my mind on whatever I was actually doing, and try not to
anticipate the picture he'd sent. The thick dark fur on the beefy, muscular
swells of his pecs. The strong veins running down his freshly worked-out
arms. The sweat-damp waistband of his underwear, showing over the top of
his shorts. The big bulge of thick cock swelling inside those shorts -
sometimes at rest, sometimes half-thick with the beginnings of a
hardon. One he'd given himself just for me. He was killing me, and he loved
it.

"I fuckin' hate you," I panted as our mouths pressed together furiously at
lunch. We were grappling our way out of our clothes, helping each other
strip down as we made out with panting, spit-wet intensity.

"Doesn't feel that way, little brother," he chuckled with that husky, sexy
deep voice of his as he groped the raging hardon inside my boxer briefs. I
just kissed him harder, lashing his big wet tongue with mine, almost
literally sucking face as his big hand palmed my cockbulge insistently.

Lunch fucks were different from our other ones, mostly because while he had
all the time in the world, I could get away with maybe two hours if I
played it just right. But since he worked third shift, we had to take our
opportunities where we could find them. So these lunchtime playtimes had to
be a little quicker, a little more rushed, but we sure made the most of
them. Lately he'd taken to picking up a sandwich for me from the deli on
his way home from the gym, just so we could make the most of our sweaty,
naked time together and I wouldn't have to go back to the office hungry. It
was sweet, and cute, and perfectly Mitch. My big brother had always been a
caring, conscientious kind of dude, a nice contrast to his big, imposing
physique. It's what had led him to become a cop, while I went to B-school
and earned three times what he did. It's what made me love the big fucker,
back when we were kids and I had the typical adoration of a little brother,
but more so once we got older, and closer, and things had gotten deeper
between us.

Things were pretty deep between us now, him throbbing in his underwear, me
naked, as I pushed him back on his bed, leaning in to lap up his warm,
sweaty pits, the damp thicket of fur between his big pecs, while he groaned
and wriggled and laughed at my eagerness. I rocked my achingly hard cock up
against his as we kissed again, hungry, moaning, wet. His big hands
clutched at the muscles of my ass, pawing, squeezing, stroking, driving me
nuts for him even more than I already was.

"Get in there, big guy," I panted against his mouth as he moaned my name,
licked at my chin, my lips. Flexed his big, pumped up arms, flipped me on
my back, and was lapping at my tight, furry cleft, my taint, my hole in
seconds. I pulled my muscled thighs up and bit my knuckle as he worked me
over with hungry, focused intensity, growling and lapping and sucking and
generally driving me fucking nuts. The first time he'd done this to me,
back when I was in college, he'd made me come twice in a row. He was just
that good, just that into it, and me. The feeling was very mutual.

His chin was slick with spit as he slid up my body, as I wrapped mine
around him and we kissed, wet and noisy. I was pulsing out a steady flow of
precum all over my stomach, and I could feel him leaking through his shorts
against my spit-soaked taint as he slowly ground up against it.

"Thought about you all goddamn night, baby brother," he panted between
sloppy kisses. "Hard as fuck in my cruiser half the night, kid. Thinking of
this. Of doing this with you."

"Fuck yeah, bro," I moaned, pushing my ass back against him. I knew come
the weekend, with more time to spend together, I was gonna plow the
everloving hell out of his big, tight cop ass, but today, I was itching for
him. Deep inside, in a way only he could scratch. "You think about breeding
your little bro, Officer?"

"Like you wouldn't fucking believe, kid," he growled, and then with a twist
and a wriggle and a slow, deep plunge, he was naked and up inside me, big
and bare, throbbing, making me claw his big sweaty back with pleasure as he
began his skilful brother fuck. Well skilled, since he'd been doing this to
me for years now, over a decade, closer to two, in fact. Nobody fucked me
like he did, and I hadn't bothered looking for somebody to compare him with
for more than a year now. We hadn't talked about that, it had just worked
out that way, the way he'd finally given up chasing girls in his late 20s,
the way I knew he wasn't seeing anybody else now. Nobody but me. I liked
that a lot.

Mitch licked and kissed and sweated and fucked a big load out of me, big
and hot and sticky in the hair on my stomach. I could feel his thick, warm
seed all slick and warm inside of me, beginning to leak from my hole as we
made our way to the shower after 15 sweet minutes of making out in the
afterglow. All the time I could manage, if I wanted to make my 1:30 meeting
not smelling like a sailor at the end of shore leave. But the way Mitch's
big tongue cleaned me up down there, cleaned up the thick creamy traces of
his cop load, and then fed it to me in a slow, sloppy kiss as the water
sprayed us down, I had half a mind to call in sick.

"Hate that we can't spend more time, bro," he said, eyes on mine in the
mirror afterwards as I started to put on deodorant. The swell of his big
cock was comfortable against the curve of my ass, warm, skin to skin, and
the kiss he put on my shoulder as he watched me sent a shiver up my
spine. Then he surprised me, taking the deodorant stick from my hand,
pushing my arm up and applying it to me himself. It was staggeringly
intimate, somehow, and I gaped at him in the mirror as I felt my cock start
to tingle and thicken again.

"Believe me, if I could do my job third-shift, I would, bro," I said,
dropping my arms as he wrapped his around my waist. I looked at us, at the
picture we made together, and all the things I'd been thinking about since
I stopped seeing other people, since it got to be just him and me pleasing
each other, came flooding back to the fore. Brothers weren't supposed to be
like this, not like us. Not supposed to do the things we'd been doing to
each other almost half our lives now. Not supposed to kiss the way we did,
say the incredibly heated, horny things we did to each other. Weren't
supposed to mate with each other the way we did. But fuck, I loved it all
so much. I loved him.

"Be nice to come home in the morning, wake you up, and play though,
wouldn't it, baby brother," he murmured, and I folded my hands over
his. Smiled at him. Fuck yes it would, and so would waking him up in the
evenings when I got home from work. Helping him get dressed in his sharp
uniform, like I loved doing when we got the chance. All of that, and
more. His eyes were almost expectant as they looked into mine in our
reflection.

"Damn straight it would, bro," I said. "But how would we do that, you
think?"

"I dunno, kiddo," he grinned, the fucking liar. "We're a couple of smart
guys. We could figure something out."

We sure could, and I decided to call into work after all, so me and my
brother could figure it all out, naked, in bed all over again.