Date: Mon, 8 Jul 2002 11:39:40 -0700 (PDT)
From: xlent dude <mich2socal@yahoo.com>
Subject: How's It Hangin'?  Part 2

The week had really dragged on since our little chat session.
But finally, Friday came and I was home. I picked up the phone
to call Mike but decided not to. There was a certain suspense
and mood that I didn't want to alter by calling him.

Mike answered the door dripping wet from the shower. He was
wearing his signature summer outfit. Royal blue running shorts
and a bare chest. My little brother looked damn fine. I walked
in and Mike closed the door behind me. I noticed the dense
yellow fuzz covering his runner's legs as he walked across the
room and sat on an over-sized stuffed chair.

I peeled off my t-shirt, tossed it on the back of the couch and
sat directly across from Mike. The air conditioner was on but
this was one of those unbearable Michigan summer's when the
temperature hovers in the mid 90s and the humidity is right
there to match.

"So how was your trip," Mike asked. I told him about some of the
more exciting things I had encountered during my month away. He
seemed more interested than I would have expected. We talked
about nonsense for about an hour.

During the course of the conversation I had gradually moved into
a lying position on the couch that left me staring straight at
the ceiling. After some time I turned to look at Mike. He was
sitting straight up in the chair with his knees pulled up to his
chest and his feet wide apart. The thin nylon shorts were pulled
tight across his crotch and his right testicle was completely
exposed.

"Fucking hot site," I thought to myself but didn't say anything.
We maintained our conversation with my eges glued to my little
brother's crotch. His smooth chest and stomach were flat and
hard. A thin trail of blond fuzz circled his navel and
disappeared into the blue shorts.

I began to lose focus on the conversation as fantasy and memory
of sucking my little brother's cock started to fill my head. The
conversation sort of trailed off. I looked at Mike's face. He
was wearing a blank stare directed squarely at my croth. His
eyes never moved.

Without realizing it, I had thrown a full boner in my cutoff
sweatpants. I looked down and found the gray fleece tented in a
rather obscene way. I flexed my cock and the bulge jumped up. I
did it again.

I looked back at my brother's face. He looked at me and smiled.
"I'll get us some drinks," he said. As he got up from the chair
it became obvious he wasn't wearing anything under the thin
nylon running shorts. His cock was hard and pushed up along the
waistband of the skimpy blue shorts. I stared hard as he walked
past me and into the kitchen.

I sat up on the couch and adjusted my package to allow more room
for my painfully hard erection. As I moved my cock around in my
shorts, I could tell it was gliding in a slippery pool of
precum. My white briefs were getting pretty moist.

Mike came back from the kitchen with drinks and said "hey, let
me show you the new painting I have in the bedroom." I followed
him in and checked it out. While we were standing in the bedroom
talking, the doorbell rang. It was the gardener. He needed Mike
to move his Jeep to the other side of the driveway.

Left standing in Mike's bedroom and peeked under the bed. Sure
enough, a small hand towel. I taught him this trick when we were
kids. I brought it to my face and drank in the smell of dried
cum. One spot on the towel was still quite moist. I put the wet
spot to my nose and inhaled. Mike's aroma flowed through my
body. He had probably cleaned up with this rag before taking his
shower, I thought.

Putting the towel to my mouth, I began sucking and chewing at
the wet spot. My cock grew even harder as I lapped at the
cum-soaked towel.

After getting a taste of my brother's cum rag, I threw it under
his bed and headed back to the living room. The smell and taste
of dozens of aging cumloads left me short of breath and aching
for release. My cock was throbbing in my pants as I sat down on
the couch. I knew it wouldn't take much to push me over the
edge.

Mike came back in the house and sat in the same chair he was in
earlier. He drew one leg up to his chest and gave me a clear
view up the leg of his shorts. His cock was semi hard and
resting on his balls, hanging off to the right. Mike was
becoming harder as we talked.

He asked if I had seen any good porn lately. I told him of a
video I recently purchased involving some identical twins. We
agreed that it would be pretty hot to get into a little action
with some twins.

My tight white briefs were strangling my cock and I knew I had
to get rid of them. I excused myself to the bathroom and peeled
down my cutoff fleece shorts. A huge wet spot had formed in my
briefs and had begun to soak into my shorts. I left the briefs
on the bathroom floor and pulled on the cutoff sweats.

When I got back to the living room, Mike mentioned that he
needed to use the bathroom. He was gone for a few minutes and
came back with a full-blown boner tenting his nylon runners.

He sat next to me on the couch and said "So I guess you still
get pretty juicy when you're excited?" He had my briefs wadded
up in his hand. He held them up then brought the precum dampened
spot to his nose. He inhaled and said "you smell awesome, bro."

I was so edged up at this point, I thought I was going to cum
right then and there. The tension was incredible. He tossed my
undies in my lap. I looked back at his crotch. His cock was
pushed up along the waistband. There was a dark wet spot where
his dick had drooled into the shiney material.

"I guess you do to," I said. He laughed and said "like a
faucet." He put his hand over his nylon-covered cock and gave it
a couple slow strokes. I watched intently as he pushed it down
toward the leg of his shorts. His shiney wet head appeared
through the leg opening. He gave it a squeeze and a big drop of
clear fluid oozed from the tip.

His dickhead was bigger than I remembered. It was a real
mushroom. He pulled his shorts up exposing about half of the
veiny red shaft through the leg opening. Little brother's cock
had grown into a beautiful piece of manmeat.

Mike rubbed the ample precum around the head then brought it to
his tongue. "I've wanted this for so long," I told him. "Me
too," he said. He wiped the precum on the tip of his tongue then
moved toward my mouth with his tongue still sticking out. I
leaned in and licked the tip of his tongue. We both moaned when
our tongues touched.

I licked my lips and savored the fresh taste of my little
brother's sweet nectar. He looked down at my crotch. I pulled up
the leg of my shorts and pushed my cock through the opening.
"Oh, yeah," Mike groaned.

Scooping up some of my precum and placing it on my tongue, I
offered Mike the same sweet treat that he had given me. He
licked my tongue then laid his head against the back of the
couch, staring at the ceiling. He was obviously enjoying
himself.

My hand was shaking as I reached over and touched the tip of his
cock with my index finger. He pushed out another big drop of
precum and I brought it to my mouth this time. We took turns
doing this for several minutes, not really touching our cocks
other than to collect the precum.

Finally, Mike wrapped his hand around my cock and gave it gentle
pull. I lifted myself from the couch and pulled my sweats down
to my knees. Mike did the same. We sat staring at each others
fully exposed cocks and balls for several seconds. Each of us
had big pools of precum on our thighs where our cocks had been
leaking.

Mike grabbed his boner and pointed it toward mine. I did the
same and we both rolled up on our sides until our wet cock lips
touched one another. When we pulled them apart, a thick strand
of our combined precum formed between us, bond our cocks
together in brotherly bliss.

Mike stood up and grabbed my by the hand. We both kicked off our
shorts as he led me to his bedroom. Mike got on the bed and I
laid down next to him, head to toe with our crotches in each
other's faces. This was our favorite thing to do as kids.

With my thumb and forefinger, I formed a ring around the base of
Mike's cock and squeezed tight, causing it to swell even more.
The veins bulged and it turned bright red. I pulled my hand
toward the tip causing a steady stream of precum to flow from
the slit and down his shaft. With just my tongue, I licked from
the shaft to the tip, collecting his delicious juice. I closed
my lips around the tip and sucked up the remaining bit of clear
fluid.

Not wanting to make Mike cum too fast, I let go and laid back
flat on the bed. My mouth was sticky with my brother's honey, as
I felt him wrap his hand around my cock and begin slowly
exploring its veiny surface. His fingers worked around the head
as he sucked my left nut into his mouth. He rolled it around
with his tongue as his hand continued its assault on my swollen
glans.

Releasing my nut from his mouth, he began slowly licking his way
to the tip of my fiery pole. My cock spasmed a couple of times
and Mike understood that he'd better slow down. We were both
getting into this way too much.

"This feels so good, bro," he said. "I've wanted to do this for
slong. Why did we ever stop?"

"I'm not sure," I said, "but I dont' think we should wait 15
years to do this again." We both laughed.

We both swallowed each other at the same time. It felt so good
to have my little brother's cock buried in my throat. I knew we
wouldn't last very long doing this. Mike buried his tongue in my
slit then worked my cock back into his mouth.

After a few seconds of this, Mike sat up in the bed and
straddled me so we were face to face. He grabbed my cock and
pulled it to his. Our glans were touching. The combination of
saliva and precum made a nice lubricant as Mike began slowly
rubbing our rock hard boners together. He squeezed them together
and precum poured from each tip.

Pinching our cocks together, Mike slowly began grinding them in
a slow back and forth motion. Precum steadily flowed from both
our engorged poles. The sensation of Mike's hot veiny cock
pressed against mine was too much. I warned him that I was about
to cum. "Me too. Let's do it," he said. My little brother
continued the slow squishy cock-to-cock massage.

My body went numb as I approached orgasm. The first shot fired
straight up in the air. It was clear and watery. The second shot
hit Mike in the face as he continued slowly pumping our cocks
together. Before I had fired my third shot, Mike began pumping
his load. Both cocks were spraying cum in every direction with
explosive force. I could feel his spasms of ejaculation while he
held our boners firmly together.

We each shot several more volleys. Both our chests and stomachs
were covered with white hot cream as our cocks toninued to pulse
and twitch against one another.

As we came down from this intense jackoff session, I looked up
at Mike. His face was covered with jizz. I wasn't sure if it was
mine or his--it was probably both. He let go of our cocks and
laid down on top of me, squishing our cumloads between us. We
were literally sliding around in jizz as I cleaned the sticky
juice from his face with my mouth. He kissed me and licked our
cum from my lips.

"Yeah," he said, "we shouldn't wait 15 years to do this again."

"Agreed," I sighed, completely exhausted.


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