Date: Wed, 18 May 2016 18:56:10 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101@yahoo.com
Subject: The Quickness

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*****

"Dude, we gotta be quick," he said, as we slipped away from the house, down
by the workshop, where nobody could see us. I grinned, pushed him up
against the trunk of the tree and kissed him, hard, his tongue meeting mine
with a hungry little growl as I pressed my body into his. Felt the hardness
of his lean muscled body, his cock throbbing through his jeans against mine
as we swapped spit. His hips bucked up against me as I wrapped my arms
around his neck and tasted the spit in his mouth while I fed him the
thickness of my tongue.

"God damn but I missed you, fucker," he panted as I bent in to kiss his
neck, tasting the faint tang of sweat there, my hands roving up under his
sleeveless shirt to feel the hard edges of his young jock muscles - the
stack of his tight, defined abs, the firm, flat plates of his pecs, the
big, sensitive nips that crowned them. He moaned like he always did, such a
tactile little fucker, just like me.

"Missed you too, baby bro," I grinned as we met in another steamy kiss, his
hands reaching down to undo my belt, yanking open the buttons of my fly,
then reaching in to caress the big, hard bulge inside my boxer briefs. Big
and hard for him, like his was for me. I lapped my way up the other side of
his neck, felt him shiver, ran my fingers over the tatt on his forearm.

"This is new," I said over his throaty moans as he dug both hands inside my
jeans and squeezed my big, muscular ass. "Bet Mom and Dad shit a brick."

"Hell, I'm 18, I can do what I want," he huffed, puffing up his chest with
a determined look, and I had to smile at that. Little fucker was growing up
fast.

"And what I want, right now," he half-moaned, "is your cock, bro. We can
save the small-talk for later. I need you in me, fucker."

"Your wish is my command, little man," I grinned, and he quickly turned
around, dropped to his knees, scanning the area for any wandering family or
friends from the barbecue up at the house.

I pushed my jeans and my boxer briefs down, my big cock arcing up and out,
already starting to bead with precum, and he moaned lustily at the sight of
it, as I spat in my palm a couple times and slicked it up. He quickly
shoved his jeans and undies down, and there it was, that five-star jockboy
ass of his, smooth and creamy and perfectly bubbled. An ass made for a
wrestling singlet, for a Speedo, for a pair of football pants, all of which
he'd worn with distinction over the years, following in my footsteps, as it
grew into the amazing, tempting, smooth-skinned double-bubble pair of
muscles he proudly sported. I growled with lust and hunger as I dropped to
my knees behind it, cupping it, making him arch his back and moan as he
presented himself to me, moaning deeper as I spat a couple hot, thick wads
of saliva into his trench and rubbed it in with my fingers. I felt a deep
slickness as my fingertips grazed over his hot, tight hole, and grinned. He
really was prepared for me, hungry for this, and after months apart, I was
beyond ready for a piece of his blue-ribbon ass myself.

"Dude, I'm way ahead of you," he moaned as I slipped one thick finger up
inside of him, all slick with lube, bold little stud that he was. "We can
play later, but right now..."

"I hear ya, little bro," I said, and lined my big, shiny cocktip up to him
and slid inside, one thick, strong, deep-diving thrust that had his
fingertips digging into the dirt and moaning my name. He was superhot
inside, velvety soft but tight as a drum, and still he took me like we'd
been fucking 24/7. Guess we were both made for this, and when my hands
grabbed hold of his hips, he arched his back some more, pushed back to meet
me, and we were off to the races.

Sometimes a fast, quick, deep fuck is just as good as a long, slow, more
loving one, and this was one of those times. I'd saved up my load for him,
hoping for this, and the hot, tight, slick insides of his beautiful ass
worked me just as hard as my big brother cock worked him. I pulled him up
against me, sweat starting to stick our T-shirts to our bodies, and fed him
my tongue as I thrust hard, fast, deep up inside of his eager ass. He
reached back, grabbed hold of my own big-muscled ass, pulled me into him as
my hands worked his jock tits under his T-shirt, and with the combination
of youthful hunger and urgent need, I was there. I felt my big balls
tighten as we tongue-fucked hungrily, and as I began to shoot up into him,
I wrapped my fist around his big, wet, throbbing jock dick and began a
fast, slick stroke that had him moaning into my mouth, quivering all over,
and finally spurting jet after jet of his hot young cum across the ground
in front of him, his hole clenching and working around my own shooting
shaft as we moaned lustily inside each others mouths.

We both wiped the sweat off our faces with our forearms as we separated,
grinning and panting still, and when I saw the little creamy trail of my
cum leaking from his retightening hole, I couldn't resist leaning in to
lick it. Anything to get up close with that sexy fuckin' ass my little bro
rocked. I could taste the mineral tang of my juices, the chemical sweetness
of his lube, the salt of his sweat, and he let me lap him for a minute
before clenching those hard glutes against my face, pulling away with a
reluctant moan. We swapped the taste of him on my tongue, mixed with our
spit, for another heated, hungry minute, and then he pulled away again with
a husky growl, his eyes shiny with lust.

"You can have that all night, bro," he panted, yanking his underwear and
jeans up as I started to do the same. "I want that all night."

I grinned, pulled him up against me for a quick, deep kiss as we stood,
then dusted ourselves off. It was warm enough that our lingering fuck sweat
could be passed off as something else. I grabbed hold of his ass, squeezed
it firmly, making him moan my name again.

"I'll hold you to that, baby bro," I grinned.

"And I'll hold it to you, big bro, I promise," he chuckled. "Now let's get
back up there before the family gets all suspicious."

I trailed behind him all the way back up, just to watch that incredible ass
work. I was already planning ahead to tonight. The things we could do with
all the time in the world...