Date: Wed, 13 Apr 2016 12:28:24 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101@yahoo.com
Subject: The Plan

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*****

"I think he's ready," Tom said one afternoon.

"Yeah?" I said, looking over at him. He was fucking beautiful, big and
thick-muscled, a powerful specimen of young American manhood in his
prime. All sprawled out on the daybed next to me, out by the pool, golden
and gleaming with sweat and lotion, naked as the day he was born. "You
sure, kid? it's a pretty big call."

"Yeah, I'm sure," he said with that big white grin of his. "Last week, we
were beating off together, and I reached over and hooked his thigh over top
of mine. Started to feel him up down there while we jacked. He fuckin'
loved it. Got him off twice."

"Fuck," I growled, picturing him and Jackson like that, stroking their big
jock cocks together side by side, playing with each other's thick young
muscles. How it must have looked, felt. The kind of possibilities it
presented.

"Not yet... but I'm liking where it's heading," Tom grinned. "I think he
should come over. Y'know, he can feel free to play here. Like I did. Maybe
him and me can try things out a little."

I was hard all over again, almost immediately. Tom grinned at it, his big
hand lazily tugging the girthy length of his dick. He ran his other hand up
the thickness of my thigh, slow and lazy, knowing exactly what he was
doing. I bet it felt just as good to Jackson last week. He shifted his big
football-player ass closer to me, slipping one thick-muscled thigh up over
mine. I could feel the steady surge of his growing hardon against my hip as
I reached over to trace the deep indent of that mighty ass.

"Let me tell you how I think it's gonna go, Unc," he murmured in my ear.

                                                      *****

Tom brought Jackson over to work out a couple days later, while I was
out. Working up a serious sweat together, the two football players in the
gym set-up in the unused half of my garage. Tom suggested a cooling-off
swim in the pool after. And since it was just the two of them, hey, why not
skinny-dip? Maybe a little tanning afterwards, maybe another nice, slow
jackoff session, side by side out by the pool. Muscles glowing with sweat,
sun-warmed, cocks hard and moist in slow-stroking hands. Low, easy
conversation back and forth. A certain closeness. Tom's fingers slowly
sliding up and down Jackson's thick tight-end's thigh, the big young jock
letting out a husky whimper, spreading his thighs wider. Opening up more.

"Hey, so," Tom said to him with his easy grin, "I'm gonna go take a
shower. If you want to... you could come with, little bro."

Jackson looked blankly at him for a second, then a slow smile spread across
his face, a shy kind of grin, blushing a little. Cute as fuck, Tom
said. Then kind of slowly, shyly nodded.

It was different, doing it together in the shower. You couldn't sit side by
side - there was room on the window seat for one of the big jocks to sit
comfortably. Somebody had to stand up, and be watched. It wasn't like
sitting together or laying out - the dynamic changed. So Tom commandeered
the little seat, spread those big, creamy thighs of his, his cock still as
hard as it had been by the pool, slowly stroking it with a warm grin for
Jackson. His sexy little brother, grinning at him, leaning against the
wall, feeling himself up a little under the spray from above. Slowly
jacking on his big, hard young cock. Bigger than his big brother's, in
fact. Smiling, letting Tom watch him.

After a little while, admiring each other, nice and easy, Tom stood
up. Stepped over to Jackson, rested his arm on the big kid's
shoulder. Jackson tensed up a little, the slow jack on his cock coming to a
stop, but once Tom stroked himself a few times, smiled at his little
brother, Jackson eased up. Smiled back. Resumed the slow slide along his
big shaft, unconsciously matching his big bro's pace. When Tom leaned in
slowly after a few minutes, let his lips graze along Jackson's, he found
his brother receptive, slowly parting his lips at first, then opening
wider, meeting his big bro's tongue with his own. Wrapping his arms round
him, bringing their hard muscled bodies together tightly. Their hard cocks
pressed together, throbbing between the muscles of their stomachs, and
within a minute, Jackson was whimpering in his brother's big arms as he
unloaded, shot after shot of hot young cum pasting their sweaty muscles.

Tom took Jackson to the master bedroom. I had a California King, a view of
the pool, it was an awesome space, and despite Jackson's half-hearted
protests about messing around in my bed, it didn't take Tom long to get him
into it, with all the groping, squeezing, touching, tasting he was doing to
his studly little bro. Jackson's muscular thighs wrapped around him almost
instinctively as Tom leaned over him to kiss him deep, pressing the hot
thickness of his cock into Jackson's groin. He hadn't come in the shower,
and there was a big load stored up in his balls still.

"You sure we should do it in here, bro?" Jackson moaned as Tom continued to
grind into him, against him, working up a fresh glow of sweat together.

"Baby bro, this is where I learned how to play," Tom grinned, and kissed
him long and deep again. "You trust me, Jack?"

The kid nodded, mouth open from the kiss and in surprise at what his
brother was really saying. Tom smiled, picked up his phone from the
bedside, and snapped a pic of them together. Two big, hunky brothers,
naked, sweating, close together, Tom smiling confidently, Jack with a
surprised half-grin. It was a beautiful pic, and when it arrived on my
phone, that was my cue to come home.

I was quiet coming in the door, but even from the kitchen, I could hear
their moans. The sounds of their voices, all husky and deep, hungry, the
slow slap of their bodies, the thump of the bedhead against the wall. The
door to my bedroom was wide open, and as I quietly approached, I saw
probably the most amazing thing any man will ever see. Tom hunching his
muscled ass, his hips against his big younger brother, the two of them
eye-locked, intense looks on their faces. Tom's sweat dropping in a slow,
steady drip down onto his little brother's face as they hunched and ground
together bodily.

"I'm gonna come, baby bro," Tom moaned.

"Awww Tommy, yeah, come on," Jack moaned back. "Let's do it bro..."

Tom's big, thick muscles flexed up hard, all over, aglow with sweat, and he
let out an intense, guttural moan. He froze, like a sculpture, and started
to unload, blasting his cum from his big young cock, all up the hard
muscles of his little brother. Once the first of the spray hit his skin,
Jack tensed up himself, and unleashed his own load. I'd never been harder
in my life, watching them, stunned by the power of the moment. I had to
step away, head back to the kitchen as quietly as I could. Give my nephews,
and myself, a minute or two to cool down.

When I came back, they were sprawled out lazily together, all over each
other, sweaty and grinning, muscled stomachs slowly rising and falling as
they regained their breath. Glazed with each other's cum. Tom saw me, and
smiled.

"Hey, Unc," he said. "Welcome home."

Jack looked at me with a mixture of surprise and embarrassment, blushing
hard. He reached over to cover the big, lazy tube of his spent cock, but I
just smiled at him as I stepped in.

"Hey, Little Man," I said warmly. "It's good to see you." He could see the
bulge in my shorts, and I knew from what Tom had told me he'd confessed
during one of their stroke sessions, he liked the way I looked all over. My
big, mature body, still thick-muscled from my own playing days two decades
ago, when Tom was a baby. Big like their Dad. Like they were going to be
themselves.

Tom sat up, pulled my head into his, and gave me a long, slow, intimate
kiss, letting Jack see his tongue and mine slipping together. I was almost
as nervous about this as Jack was, but Tom had all the confidence in the
world. Always had. When we came up out of it, I looked down at
Jack. Reached to ruffle his close-cropped blond hair. I was ready, and Tom
was right - he was too.

"Tommy said he learned how to play here," Jack said huskily. I smiled,
nodded, slipped my arm around Tom's thick neck and ruffled his hair too.

"You want to play too, Little Man?" I said. Tom's lips pressed to the side
of my neck.

"Yeah, Unc, yeah - I do," he smiled, nodding back. I pulled Jack up on his
knees, slipped my arms around the tightness of his waist, my hands stroking
over the big, muscular globes of his ass, and squeezing. His lips were
already parting when I leaned in to kiss him, his tongue warm, agile,
tasting of young sweat and cum. His rapidly reinflating young cock smeared
more cum across the bulging front of my shorts, but with Tom's help, it was
short work to get me out of them and my T-shirt and my boxer briefs, and
soon I was as naked as my nephews, pulling them both in to play close. We
were all more than ready.