Date: Mon, 17 Apr 2017 20:06:01 -0700
From: Daddyrob2@hushmail.com
Subject: Cop and Mormon part 2

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This is a tale of adult brother incest. Proceed with caution.


The Cop and The Mormon 2


Reaching up Dean wrapped his arms about his brothers thick neck. He felt
the warm paws clasp the sides of his waist. The heart drummed his
uncertainty but something primal was being unleashed. Lips met lips. Then
he slid his tongue into his brothers maw. Passion once more began to
surge. There was safety here. His brother held all his secrets. What was
one more?

     Adams pulse quickened at the growing confidence of his older
brother. The well-muscled Fed let the Mormon express his pent-up desire. He
was the fantasy. His siblings object of desire. If there had been any
doubt, Dean's hard cock pressed fully into his speedos pouch.

     Dean licked the tongue in his mouth. He began to grind his hips
forward. Pulling the strong neck hard he kissed deeply with a fierceness
that was frightening. It was as if he needed this bodybuilder to go on
living. His tongue swirled ravenously. He needed more, so much more.

     Placing his brothers face in his palms he forced the succulent lips to
his tit.

     Before he could comprehend, the little nib was on his tongue. The
groan that burbled in his throat was animal. In a trance his lips enclosed
the entirety as he suckled gently. As tongue flicked the sucking flesh his
hands slid from neck to glide over the muscular chest. Fingers felt the
heat, the firmness and the curves of the overdeveloped pecs. He suckled
with tenderness but the suction became stronger. Impossible to put a hickey
on a nipple his mouth nevertheless tried. Lips sucked with heat as tongue
tip teased the tit-cock.

     Adam held a large paw over the crown of his brothers head. The other
paw rubbed the back of the rubbing hand that glided about his free pec.

     Parting his lips the tongue began to lick the nipple and surrounding
flesh in long hard licks. Tongue planted he tasted the chest that had
filled his fantasies for years. Following the curves he licked down along
the base of the pec then slid back to the tit-cock enjoying its jutting
pride. Then with help from the paws that now the sides of his head he
licked with flicking tongue to the other pap. The chest rose and fell as
the heart quickened to his lustful ministrations. The taste of reality
would forever inform all future fantasies.

     Adam sighed at the tongue frenzy. Firmly he pushed the head lower. He
felt the tongues frenzy as it traced each ab muscle. Each peak, each valley
was hungrily explored. The mouth muscle travelled the length of each piece
of man ab. The strokes sent spasms throughout his body. With force he
pushed the head lower.

     Deans crouched body slipped to his knees with the powerful push. As
his tongue touched the waist of the speedo he jerked his head back. Before
his eyes lay the full straining pouch. He could clearly discern the width
of the cock, it's struggling arch downward where the flare of the knob
pushed against the nylon. Even the oval of the balls was pronounced at the
sides. His eyes slowly looked up. Past the slick abs. Past the erect
pecs. To the face looking down upon him. To the smokey stern eyes. He could
feel his own eyes plead. "Adam. I can't. I'm straight. It's against
every..."

     "No discussion."

     Still looking in each other's eyes Dean felt his head pulled
forward. It was pointless to try to resist this god, this Thor. Then one of
the paws slid to the top of his head. Movement was secured by the clasp of
a handful of hair. The other slid into the speedos. Eyes stared as the
pouch was manipulated from inside. As the hand was extracted the log was
left straining to the left. The veiny belly pushed hard against the
nylon. The nuts seemed more relaxed, looser at the bottom of the
pouch. Then the paws returned to the sides of his head. Once more he looked
up. "I can't do this." His voice was a begging whisper. "Please..."

     Adam locked their eyes together. Slowly he brought the lower part of
his brothers face into his crotch. The nylon-clad balls straddled the
corner of the mouth. The nose barely touched his cock. "Smell."

     Deans vision blurred slightly. The eyes above were heavy with
contempt. Was this to be his punishment? He inhaled. Then he inhaled again.

     Softly Adam said, "Open your mouth. I want to feel your breath."

     Staring up, his lips parted. The ball to his left rolled to the center
of his mouth. It was the material that kept his mouths integrity. He puffed
a blast of...

     ...Hot air on his balls. Adam knew now what his brother wanted. To
fulfill his need he could not simply do it. If he gave up control then
perhaps he could indulge.

      Deans head was pulled in. The ball rounded itself into his lips. He
could feel the hardness through the silky material. He puffed another hot
breath. Then his face was slid to do the same on the next one. By closing
his lips slightly both upper and lower lip held the testicle. Puff. Then he
slid back. Puff. Then back. Puff. Then back. Puff. Then his face was pulled
up. Now his lips gingerly held the base of the fat cock. He exhaled
hotly. Forced, his exhaling breath puffed along the length until his lips
slid over the flared curve of the start of the knob. He held the rounded
taper of the head. His breath blasted all the way on its return to the base
then on its journey to cockhead.

     "Feel my balls."

     Dean puffed as a tentative set of fingers felt the nuts. The pads ran
over the hard ovals. The speedos made the touch an easy glide. He let the
balls move about the pouch with each sliding touch. Thumb and fingers felt
the way he fantasized he always would if given the chance. Soon both hands
were fondling his brothers nuts.

     "That's it."

     Deans lips clamped as he was slid along the cock. He felt the bump of
vein, the curve of knob. His tongue tip stole little touches of nylon
cock. His head was released at some point as he lipped the length. Eyes now
closed he etched every nuance of all that he felt to memory. Then his happy
lips on the base began to move toward the knob. Suddenly the slide skipped
over a fold of material only to land on hot flesh. He stopped. His lips
were on the actual knob. Heart thundered. Dean didn't move. Should he...

     "Taste."

     Top and lower lip pressed down on the soft oh-so-hot flesh. The flat
of his tongue pressed into the underside of the knob. Salty came to
mind. He moved the tongue a little. There was another
flavor. Indefinable. Masculine. Real. He wanted more. Hands reached up to
the waistband, reached under and tugged down. As he pulled he moved back to
see this ultra-mans cock spring free. As the thick pole stood up rigidly
his hand clasped the beauty bringing it down to mouth level. His eyes
looked from purple knob all the way up to his brothers eyes.

     Adam saw the change. The darkness in those green eyes was pure male
lust. He watched his cock slide into the warm wet bath.

     Dean closed his mouth. The cock rested on his tongue. Eyes closed. The
tongue rippled with slight waves testing weight and shape as the walls of
his mouth closed in. The taste was pure male. His suction was uniquely
tender as his mouth worked reverently. His head did not move. This was the
worship of his godly brother. The most unnatural part of the sin of
incestuous fellatio was how natural it was. This cock was meant to be
secured by a worshipper. The saliva coated the magnificence. Suckling grew
to full-on hard suck. His mouth craved more. More more. He leaned
forward. Who was he kidding - Dean wanted to suck the cock. Halfway down he
pulled back until the curve of the knob touched his lips then he was back
down for more. Back and forth, up and down. He realized his head was
bobbing. The incestuous sinner was now truly a cocksucker.

     Adam was in agony. His nuts needed to blast. The blowjob was so
fucking intense. When a drowning man grabs a lifeline the grip won't let go
- he holds on with all his might. The drowning Mormon had found his
lifeline. The sucking was his grip. Reverend Cocksucker.

     Deans felt a paw on his forehead. The cock was pulled free. His
pleading eyes looked to heaven. The paw slid over his head as he was
brought forward. His face mashed into the furry bag. He began to lick the
nuts. Sucking fat oval hard eggs. The vessels of life. Mouth sucked
hard. Using his fingers he forced both ample nuts into his
mouth. Full. Gonads of Thor. He sucked hard. Then the cock was pushed onto
his face. It slid in metronome fashion across his forehead. Dean was
cradled in the glory of gods crotch. Tears formed as he experienced what
must be the eternity of hell. To spend a sinners purgatory sucking the
bringer of temptation. Tears leaked from the corners of his eyes. They were
tears of self pity. He had committed the greatest sin of all - he knew he
would do this again. And often. And he didn't care. He was a cocksucker.

     Adam reached down and pulled his brother up to his feet. Embracing he
held the shorter man tight as he grappled with tumultuous emotions. "I love
you."

     Dean sniffled, "I know. Me, too." Then he surprised himself by kissing
his brother in a most unbrotherly way. All at once he was airborne. It took
a moment to realize he was being carried in the strong arms like a
child. As he was deposited in the bed he watched his god sit beside him
though Adams feet remained on the floor. "I don't want to stop."

     "Good. I have no intention of stopping. I just want some cock,
too. Okay? A little sixty-nine, Reverend, is good for the soul."

      "I think my soul is going to hell."

      "No, it isn't. Love isn't a sin. Denial doesn't make you
stronger. Nothing else in your life goes away or changes - you've just
added something new. Guess I'll be visiting a lot more."

     Dean lowered his head. As he sucked in his "something new" the bed
rumbled as his brother expertly lined them up. Dean moaned when...

     ...Adam sucked in his brothers fair-sized prick. This meat that had
fucked him hard and tore a new one when he was eight and seemed so huge was
now non-threatening. Sucking his twelve year old brother seemed an
impossible task that made him gag as a boy. Now he sucked the entire prick
comfortably. He was settling in for a nice long cocksucking when his
brother began to moan. What the? His mouth was suddenly filled with fired
blasts of cum after cum after cum. He swallowed enjoying the taste but
pissed that he was already done. The prick went limp. As he lifted his
torso up he looked down at his brothers red face. "A little over excited?"

     "Sorry. All of a sudden and bang!"

     Adam felt the squishy sex. "Are you all done for today?"

     The head shook. "Need a breather..."

     "Fuck that! I need to get my nut. You get my cock in your mouth and
suck it dry." The Mormon sucked the cop. "That's it, Dean. Suck your
brothers hard cock. Come on, faggot, suck that cock like you love it! Suck
the fucking cum out of it like the cocksucker you are!"

     Dean bobbed his head. The suction was fierce. Listening to Adam moan
as he bucked his hips spurred Reverend Cocksucker on. With tongue as a
sleeve he sucked deep and hard. Fingers pulled at the nuts tugging
roughly. His head bobbed as fast as he could.  Then he heard the moans
become gutteral. Suddenly paws held his head still as his mouth was fucked
gloriously hard. In and out in speedy strokes the cock pistoned. Then the
body exploded. A tidal wave of cum filled his mouth. At last he knew the
taste of a man other than himself. Hot delicious cream. The essence of
man. A gods nectar. He swirled it around his tongue. The pureness of his
love for him. He swallowed happily. The fantasy was fulfilled. He knew his
brothers cum. What else was there to know?





The long awaited swim was indulged. They both needed time to physically
recuperate. But Adam also wanted Dean to process the newness of
everything. If they were going to remain lovers the way Adam wanted then
Dean would have to embrace the truths about himself. The swim was perfect
relaxation.

     Before room service could be ordered Dean had insisted they dress
fully. So when dinner arrived they looked like two brothers enjoying the
game. He had even made the bed. Then as they are dinner the talk was of
there lives and work. Religion was avoided and sex was off limits. Adam was
beginning to wonder if it had even happened. At least the dinner had been
good.

     Dean wiped his mouth. "I love dessert."

     Adam did a double check of the table. "There's dessert?"

     "Fuck, yeah!" Dean grinned. Standing he began to unbutton his
shirt. "I think you should take your revenge." The shirt was pulled free of
the pants then hung on the back of the chair. Shoes were toe to heeled
followed by the socks. Pants unbuckled were shimmied down. He then moved to
stand by the bed.

     Adam stood slowly following his brothers example. "Your boxers look a
little provocative." The material was sheer enough to discern the balls,
the cock and even the pubes. As he pulled off his pants he mumbled, "And
you berated my swim suit."

     "I don't wear these in public."

     Walking up to the man he grabbed the crotch. "Maybe you should." Adam
sat pressing his face into the cloth covered crotch. "Smells like
cocksucker shorts."

     Dean grinned. The mouth suckled tenderly on his cock. His hard-on rose
to life. The warm wet mouth made the material translucent. Suddenly the
hands on his hips spun him half way around. Both paws slapped his firm
butt.

     "That's a nice fat ass, Reverend." The face pressed in to the
crack. "Smells good." The fingers pulled the back of the underwear down
past the butt cheeks. Paws carressed. "Touch your toes, faggot." The
movement caused the crack to spread. His thumbs pulled them open the rest
of the way. The oval hole was smooth. There was a thrill knowing he would
deflower his garden. His mouth dove in.

     Clasping his shins Dean moaned as the first time a tongue touched his
most sacred body part. In his private moments he would wet his finger and
imagine it was Adams tongue licking his asshole. Reality was so much
more. The flat of the tongue at first merely wiggled. Then there was the
licking. Actual full pressure butt licking. The sensations crawled up his
spine, tingled his balls and solidified his prick. And when he thought it
could not become more intense Adam began to flick his tongue tip at the
center of the opening. Every flicker, every push made his senses reel. His
knees began to wobble.

     Adam grabbed him around the waist tossing him to the bed. As he knelt
over to the fallen man the paws righted the hips so the man knelt
doggy-style before his encroaching cock. A hard smack brought the desired
yelp. The briefs were pulled to his knees as Adam settled between the
legs. The knob touched the virgin hole. "You want this?" His brother
groaned as his chest fell to the mattress. "Do. You. Want. My. Cock!"

    The strangled voice mewled, "Yes."

    The cock was held tight. The knob pressed in slightly but
unrelenting. "Do you need my cock?"

     The voice sobbed, "Yes."

     Adam pressed so he could feel the tight resistance. "Tell me what you
need?"

     The voice pleaded the words with the surrender of the guilty. "Your
penis."

     "You have a penis, Reverend. Not I!"

     There was a whimper as he felt his soul slide into the void. "Your
cock." He sobbed. "I need your cock. Cock. COCK!" He felt the steady
invasion.

     The knob popped inside. Adam felt his temples throb as his toes
tingled. His balls pulled up tight in celebration. The cock was securely
incestuously planted. The virgin was a virgin no more.

     Dean moaned a steady painful grateful wail. The molten hot cockhead
was strangled tight by his natural defenses. Then even that began to
yield. The cock began a steady push up his canal. The opening stretched as
the ever widening cock slid deeper and deeper and deeper. He could barely
utter an intelligible sound. Not until his balls were knocked by his
brothers nuts did the invasion cease. Fingers clutched the pillows in
agony. His mouth opened in a silent scream.

     Adam clasped his brothers hips. Then as Adam moved back a little he
brought the sucking ass with him. Forward, he did the same. They rocked as
one. No fucking, just brothers united as one.

     Dean felt his lower body sway back and forth, his butt cheeks pressed
against the hips of Thor. On forward the cock lessened somehow inside his
gut. On backward it went deeper. The searing pain seemed to subside as the
hot invader warmed his insides. The rocking was soothing. The pole deep
inside seemed to massage his pain into something new. Something more
full. More deep. More spiritual. The cock was his communion.

     Adam on the final sway forward held the hips still while extracting
just a bit of his hard-on. Then he slid back in. Incremental
fuck. Slow. Methodical.

     Dean felt the sensation. Fucking. Slow, sensual. Was this what his
wife felt? She never moaned the way he did now. Maybe his cock was too
small. Maybe Adams was so big. Or maybe he had become his brothers faggot
whore. Sucking cock. Licking balls. Drinking from the fountain of
Priapus. And now being fucked like the cock whore he was. He wished he had
a cock to suck.

     Adam began to quicken the pace. The fuck strokes became longer. The
thrusting ramped up. Adams rape was meant to induce euphoria. His brother
would remember their first time forever.

     Dean began to moan. The fucking got stronger. He heard as well felt
the hips slap his butt. The sounds of sex rang out. His hole came
alive. The piston thrust with a force that blew apart his guilt. If this
was hell, he was moving in. Balls slapped balls, cock fucked
asshole. Virgin became slut. Dean called out, "FUCK ME HARD!"

     Adam obliged. He pounded hard. Sweat broke out all over him. His
armpits trickled. His forehead beaded. Bag sweat dripped. He fucked as hard
as he ever had. "Take it, bitch! Take my fucking cock. Now you know what
it's like to be raped, you fucking faggot. Take my fucking load."

     Sean groaned low. "Fuck me, Adam. Fuck your faggot. I'll suck your
cock. Eat your cum. Anything you want. Anything you tell me. Just fuck
me. Rape my fucking ass!!"

     Adam brayed.

     Sean groaned.

     "Here, slut. This is my fucking cum!"

     Sean felt the blasts up his ass. He could feel the pulse within the
cock as it emptied. The waves seemed endless. Cum. His brothers load. Up
his ass. Thank you, god. Yes, cum, cum, cum.

     Adam pushed them both down as he collapsed on his brother. They panted
their exhaustion. He was spent. The climax which would have been the end of
something now seemed like the beginning. The promise of sunrise from a
foggy night. He lay his sweaty body until his cock diminished in
size. Softly he asked, "Are you okay?"

     Dean sighed happily. He would give his brother a little time to gather
up his strength. Then it was his turn.



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