Date: Wed, 6 Jan 2010 03:25:56 EST
From: patrickcmarc@aol.com
Subject: The Brothers Chase

The Brothers Chase by Patrick Marc

Copyright patrickmarc  2010

Note: The story you are about to read is fiction.  Any similarities between
the character or events in the story and actual events are strictly
coincidence.  If you like this story, you may also enjoy my other stories
"Punk Pleasure" and "Seth and Frankie".

Nothing was ever the same after the first time it happened.  Matthew showed
me new things, we did things no one could ever knew about, things we could
never do in the straight edge world we grew up in.  Our world was
different.  We did not live in the straight edge world when we were around
each other.  Ours was a world of our own making, his more than mine at
first, but eventually I succumbed to him, to Matthew.  Our world was one of
our own making, private, seductive, dirty, and innocent; it was everything.
Desire made us do things beyond what we'd ever done as young boys.

Our parents were as lost to our world as we were to theirs.  They wanted
their proud boys to complete their mission work and be good members of the
Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, but our reality was tainted
long before any of that was possible.  Matthew made it happen for both of
us.  He initiated it, he always initiated it.  Again I gave in to his
needs, to our needs, our desires, and thirst for each other's bodies. I was
weak to resist his seductiveness, his ways, and the memories that paralyzed
my mind.  I dreamt about him at night.  I pictured fucking him in my head
when I jerked off alone in the shower when he made himself unattainable to
me.  He tortured me in this way, knowing how much I longed for him; he made
me long for him... I tried not wanting him, but my mind never stayed from
him for too long, it was Matthew every time.

I remember everything of that night... the room, the scent of flowers, the
way the breeze lifted and dropped the sheer curtains against the open
window.  He smelled like cologne, the one he always wore when we went out,
the same one I liked because it reminded me of the hold he had over me.  He
knew I liked it; no I... loved it...  Matthew walked slowly toward my bed
in the darkness.  I knew he was there, I could sense him; I could smell
him, the seductive scent of his body blended with the smell of my cologne.
He slid his hand slowly across my bare chest, back and forth, rolling the
tip of his finger over each of my nipples until I stirred from my
superficial slumber to face him.  His silhouette was defined in the
darkness.  I sat up.  He leaned in and pressed his lips to mine with intent
and lusting desire.  We kissed with our tongues, hard and without regard to
anything else.  We resisted nothing.  He slowly backed away, staring deep
into my eyes.  I was hypnotized by his glare.  I stood up from the bed,
took him by the back of the neck and kissed him again.  He pressed his
mouth back against mine...  My arms wrapped around his body and his around
mine as our tongues danced in each our shared mouth, made possible by his
lips and my own.  We moved to the bed again.  Matthew went on his knees,
teasing me with the shape of his bubble ass still hidden by white briefs.
There he remained; waiting for me to take him over as he always
had... though I was under no illusion as to who was really in control... I
shoved him flat against the bed and reached down near his waist, caressing
the small of his back and then slid my hands downward over the soft, cotton
fabric of his bikini cut briefs.

I still remember the way he stared, the willing smile he gave.  I massaged
his butt over the fabric, feeling every part of him there from the
beginnings of his ass to its end, inside and out.  I touched his back and
kissed the nape of his neck, down his spine and to his lower back, slowly
lowering the waist band of his briefs and then part of his briefs to reveal
just a hint of his ass.  I licked him from tail to neck and back again.  He
moaned softly beneath me... I knew what he would have me do next and so I
took hold of his briefs and pulled...  They came down his legs with ease.
I crawled over him again, biting, kissing, sucking his neck and shoulders,
finally forcing our lips to meet again when he turned his head to the side.
He resisted none of it.  He wanted it as much as I wanted to give it to
him... His hand stretched behind him for my underwear.  I pushed it away
and took them down myself so that we were both completely naked.  Our
bodies touched bare flesh against bare flesh.  They were the bodies of two
guys in lust.  I should have resisted the temptation to do any of it... I
should have known better, but the moment called to me, he called to me to
do it.  As I said, my control over him was only an illusion... I knew
better.

I reached around, wrapped my arm around his chest.  He lifted as I drew him
to his knees, squatting in front of me and pressing his body to mine.  He
gave me full access to the side of his neck.  I sucked it hard causing his
breathing to quicken.  I sucked harder and harder, I kissed the same spot
and bit him softly.  I never wanted to hurt him... I could never hurt him.
Matthew loved it.  His skin was soft against my caressing hands.  I rubbed
his chest, down his abdomen, going further still to his inner thighs...  I
squeezed his balls gently and took his dick in my hand.  It was already wet
with precome.  I jerked him off in long, purposeful strokes, not so he
would come because I knew it wasn't what he wanted.  My motions were only
meant to tantalize him.  That was my purpose.

He arched his back and rubbed his butt against my crotch.  My dick pulsed
in between his body and mine. Matthew reached a hand up and felt my thick,
dark, wavy hair, gently tugging it and entwining it within his grip.  I
kissed his shoulders, the back of his neck again... This was what he liked.
He clenched and relaxed his ass, still rubbing it against me and pushing
back against my body.  I breathed hard against his flesh.  He pulled me
closer, if at all possible and we kissed again.  I pushed him forward so
that he was bent in front of me, exposing his ass to me...  He knew what I
wanted because he wanted it too.  I slicked his crack with spit.  My dick
throbbed in my hand, leaking my own precome as it anticipated its entry
into his wet, warm world.

I pressed the head against his hole and pushed.  Matthew moaned beneath me.
I pushed again and felt it slide in, in a continuous slip until I could go
no further... My hands held firm on his shoulders while I slid my dick back
and forth in his hole.  His moaning and heavy breathing were signs I was
doing well... what he wanted, the way he wanted it... My breathing was fast
and hard.  I fucked him furiously, bareback, there on the bed.  Not once
did he beg me to stop.  I didn't want to stop.  I wanted it to last for as
long as I could last.  His body was hot, pasty with his own sweat.  Sweat
formed on my forehead, slowly sliding down my face.  My dick was buried
deep between his ass cheeks; his body swallowing me in, pulsing, and
tightening, wanting every part of my being inside it.  He moaned and
squeezed the pillows...  The room spun out of control.  My vision
blurred... It was a familiar feeling.

My eyes opened and closed lazily.  I could hear Matthew begging for me and
could feel his body eager to have more.  I could feel his warmth, his
sphincter collapsing around my shaft, holding me deep inside of him.  My
movement was fast and hard.  I looked down at my dick, slicked with spit
mixed with his juices and sweat.  His hole was pounded into nothing, frothy
and sticky as I slapped my body against his.  My pubes were wet, my dick
was wet, we were sweating in the heat of the moment and everything moved
around us.  Angels sang out in my head... Matthew's breathing pulsed in my
head; his moans were heard over and over again... The way he squeezed the
pillow and punched it, ran in my thoughts like a private movie.  He arched
his back; I pulled him by his dirty blond hair, snapping his head back.  My
dick pulsed inside him.  I slid it back and forth faster and harder than
before, listening to him in pleasurable pain.  He wanted this.  I wanted to
give it to him.  I did give it to him.  I thrust my hips deeper, slapping
my crotch against his ass, enjoying the sound it made as our sweaty bodies
met each time.  I felt light headed.  My stomach tightened, my balls
tightened until there was nothing I could do but release the gooey liquid.

I fucked him hard still until come streamed through my shaft and into his
waiting cavity.  I pushed into him with each shot that left me, one after
the other.  I groaned loudly with all thoughts focused on that moment.  I
was lost to everything else.  I collapsed on top of Matthew, my dick still
hard inside of him.  We rolled to our sides, facing the same direction.  I
grabbed his dick again and jerked it fast.  He moaned and tensed, squeezing
his sphincter around my hard shaft still inside him and came over and over
and over.  I milked him until he relaxed.  We fell asleep in our sweat, our
come, in each other's arms...

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