Date: Fri, 5 Jul 2002 21:47:34 -0700 (PDT)
From: xlent dude <mich2socal@yahoo.com>
Subject: How's It Hangin'?

When we were in our early teens, my brother and I shared a
bedroom. We would frequently sneak into each other's beds at
night after the house was quiet and silently give each other
handjobs or suck each other off. This play always began with a
whisper across the room "how's it hangin'?" To which the
response was always "why don't you come find out?"

It had been years since the old days of "how's it hangin'".
Althought I often thought about the many loads of hot cum we
pumped into each other's hands and mouths, it had been about 15
years since we had done anything together. It was as though it
had never even happened.

My brother Mike is in his late 20s now and I just turned 30. I'm
Eric. Mike and I could almost pass for twins. We're both about
six feet tall, 180 pounds of lean muscle, have similar facial
features and the same blue eyes and yellow blond hair.

I was on a business trip a year or so ago and was missing
friends and family. I'd been out of town for nearly a month and
was getting pretty horny. Unfortunately I was stranded in a
small Midwestern town miles from anywhere. As I was sitting
there feeling sorry for myself, I saw Mike login to instant
messenger. Mike's IM greeting is always "Hey, Bro!" but tonight
I saw something that just about freaked me out...

"How's it hangin'?" popped up in my IM window. My throat went
dry. I could feel my heart pounding and an immediate tingle in
my cock. Memories of my teenage brother sneaking across the
bedroom with his boner pointing the way rushed into my head.

I sat staring at the screen, wondering if he was thinking the
same thing that I was. He must be. Why else would he say that?
My hands were shaking with excitement as I typed my reply "why
don't you come find out?"

A few seconds later another message. "I don't know where you
are. Why don't you stop by my place when you get back in town?"
I was scheduled to be home that Friday and told him I would see
him at his place early that afternoon. He said "ok" and signed
off.

I sat in disbelief. I scrolled to the top of the screen. "How's
it hangin'?" Wow. I stuck my hand down the front of my sweats.
The tip of my cock was totally soaked with precum. I brought my
finger to my lips and licked it off.

What was going to happen on Friday? My head was reeling. My
heart was pounding. I layed down on the bed and pulled my sweaks
to my knees. My seven-inch slab of veiny meat slapped me in the
belly and left a big wet splattering of clear juice where it
hit.

I slowly stroked my hot pole thinking about what might happen
this Friday. My pace quickened as I whipped the ample precum
into a frothy lather. Another big drop appeared at the slit and
dripped down to my flat stomach like a thread of honey joining
the pool that had already collected there. I pushed the swollen
head down into this pool of honey then spread it around with my
fingers.

Of all the men I've been with in my life, none of them could
produce as much precum as I do. None, that is, except for
brother Mike. I used to refer to us as the "drippy twins".
Something I had completely forgotten. I couldn't even remember
what Mike's cock looked like. All I could recall is that it had
a giant mushroom head and a slender shaft.

The memory of seeing Mike's cock drooling precum was enough to
push me over the edge. I shot with explosive force. The first
volley went over my head and made a loud splat when it hit the
wall behind me. The second shot covered me from my chin to my
nose. I stuck out my tongue and lapped up the hot sweet juice as
five more blasts hit me in the chest and belly.

My oozing cock was still rock hard and throbbing several minutes
later as I lay on the bed, rubbing the cum around my chest and
licking it off my fingers. My face was hot, my throat was dry
and I was completely out of breath.

I jumped from the bed and kicked off my sweat pants as I walked
to the bathroom and started the shower. After starting the
shower I turned and looked in the mirror. My chest and belly
were shiney with sticky drying cum. As I stepped in the hot
shower I thought to myself "What will Friday bring?"

Comments? Tell me what you liked or didn't like. Wanna know what
happened on Friday? Email me at mich2socal@yahoo.com.