Date: Fri, 8 Apr 2016 13:31:27 -0700
From: Scott Goulding <scottgoulding123@gmail.com>
Subject: Jocks of the South: Nick Evans Part 7

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Nick Evans
Part 7: Brotherly Love
By Scott Goulding
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The same day that both the McCarthy brothers had fucked him, Nick got drunk
at their house before he left. He headed home with a sore ass that ached
with each step he took. Both hunks had fucked him hard, and he thought
about them every time he sat down, with a smile on his face. Nick fell
asleep in bed thinking about their erect dicks and sweaty, bulging
bodies. Unknowingly, he leaked a bit in his bed, whispering their names as
he drifted into sleep. He dreamt of long, endless days with the two hunks,
and how they'd pile load after load into his ass and mouth, planting their
seed deep within him and using him to get off. It was the best dream he had
in a long time.

   It rained hard that night, which was a relief after the strange, warm
weather they'd been having recently. Nick would be leaving for California
in two days time and was excited to have some cold before he left. He heard
California could get even hotter than Texas around this time.
   The next morning was the day that Matt was also going back to
California. His flight was at twelve but that didn't stop him from hanging
out with his bro, even with the rain. That morning, Francis and Matthew had
managed to get up early and headed outside to toss a football between each
other. It would be a while since they'd see each other again, so the two
bros wanted to spend a little bit more time with each other.

   They played in their little rugby shorts, which got just as wet as the
rest of them, and threw the ball back and forth, occasionally going long or
tackling one another. Their shirts were off, which meant that the downpour
soaked their hard, muscular bodies on the field. While they played, the two
of them talked about sports, sex, and most importantly, Nick.

   "So... you're sure you weren't weirded out by last night?" Matt asked
him, catching the football easily in his large biceps and then tossing it
back to his brother.

   Francis shook his head, while pushing his hair out of his
face. "Nah. Besides, it was my idea. You guys deserved to fuck one last
time before you left, and I was just really horny."

   Matt laughed, catching the ball again. "Double-teaming with you is fun,
bro. Remember back when we fucked Alyssa?"

   Francis suddenly turned red, trying to hide his embarrassment. The both
of them had fucked the chick good--Francis' dick impaled her pussy while
Matt stuck his junk in her ass. It suddenly made since why Matt had
volunteered to take the back door. "Yeah, dude," he chuckled, grinning like
a pervert. "I remember."

   Matt caught the ball and threw it back, watching the rain slick off his
brother's beefy body. The water ran down his large, broad shoulders and
veiny traps. His wide, chunky pecs were covered in fine, brown hair, which
ran down the rest of his body: down his six-pack, across his waist and then
it grew into a wild jungle at his crotch. Francis' happy trail was a forest
of its own, and the pubes around his dick were just as densely populated.

   Francis' stubble had grown out, and the hair on his head was beginning
to get long too. It was a bit curly now, but still entirely messy,
especially in the rain. His prominent cheek bones and bright green eyes set
him apart from other guys, and not for the first time, Matt realized just
how hot his younger brother was.

   "I wish we could do that more often," Matt muttered, "y'know... fuck
some holes together." Matt threw the ball to him. Francis' hairy abs
rippled as he stretched to catch the ball. His biceps were large and veiny,
and his soft, rugged face scrunched up into a grunt as he took the ball in
his hands. Matt watched Francis' shorts stretch up as he jumped to catch
the football.

   Francis laughed again, looking at Matthew. "Who's hole, exactly? Nick?"
Francis' muscular, hairy thighs were exposed for all the world to see, and
the bulge in his shorts was fairly obvious. More water ran down Francis'
half-naked body, and what little clothing he had on was dripping heavily.

   Matt could see the long, thick imprint of Francis' dick sticking against
the cloth, and the base of his member was visible through his long pubes as
Francis caught the ball. Matt shook his head at him. "No. Not Nick. I know
you have feelings for him."

   Francis tensed. "No I don't."

   "Don't lie to me, bro. You basically admitted it to me the other day."

   Francis tossed the ball at him angrily. Matt could see the muscles on
Francis' thighs jiggle, and his loose, wet balls shook in his tiny, sporty
attire. "He's a good guy and I just don't want him to get hurt. So what if
I care about him?"

   Matt shrugged. His brother was cute when he was angry--cuter than
usual. He wondered why it was so hard for him to get a girl. "There's
nothing wrong with it, Francis. Except, you ought to tell Nick how you
feel. What if he finds someone else to fuck? What if he gets a boyfriend?
You'll feel like shit when he leaves you for someone else."

   Francis caught the ball and squeezed it hard with his palms. The veins
in his biceps popped and his arms flexed violently, along with his abs and
pecs. He was definitely angry, but he wasn't sure at what (or who)
exactly. "Nick can do whatever the fuck he wants. I don't give a shit. As
long as he doesn't skip out on me when I need sex, I really don't care. I
don't have feelings for him."

   Matt shook his head. "Francis... don't be like that."

   "Like what, Matt? What exactly am I being?"

   "You're being a pussy. You're scared of what you might feel for
Nick. I'm telling you to face your feelings so that you don't get hurt when
Nick finds someone else, like he found me when you weren't hitting it
right."

   Francis hesitated, then angrily threw the ball at Matt, almost catching
him in the face. Matt expected as such, and didn't blame him. He'd pushed
the few buttons that Francis didn't like. His younger brother was very
protective of his masculinity, especially when Matt was around, so this
response wasn't a surprise.

   Matt tried to reason with him. "You shouldn't care about what others
will think, Francis. Just do what you feel is right," he said, scratching
his wet balls as he kept the football from Francis. His brother had his
hands on his waist, waiting for Matt to pass the football back. His cleats
were soaked and his bare legs were still dripping, along with his brawny
torso and bulging member.

   "Take some time. Go hunting or something, maybe a night in the
woods. Just clear your mind and think about what you want. I'm trying to
help you, bro. I've been through this before and when I didn't act on my
feelings, I got hurt real bad."

   Francis looked to the ground, not sure what to make of things. His
brother usually gave great advice and hadn't steered him wrong before,
especially when it came to girls. But this was different--this had to do
with a guy. And if Francis knew anything, it was that all guys wanted
sex. What if that was all Nick wanted from Francis? He had no intention of
embarrassing himself in front of him. "I guess..." he started.

   Matt grinned, rubbing his wet ass. "Trust me. It'll help. A day or two
away from all this." He threw the ball back, making Francis' pecs bounce as
he went long to catch it. When Francis finally ran back towards him, he had
a faint smile on his face. He walked right up to Matt and threw the
football down, opening his arms to embrace Matt in a hug.

   "Thanks, man..." Francis whispered, feeling his brother's wet, slippery
body against his. They patted each other's backs, and their groins pressed
each other. They could feel the other dude's wet dick, but they didn't
care. They were brothers and had seen each other naked more times than they
could count. And most importantly, they loved one another.

   Matt gave Francis a short little kiss on his cheek, slapping his
ass. "No prob, bro." Then, as Francis pulled away from their hug, Matt put
a hand down to his brother's crotch and bounced his loose, wet balls in his
hands, teasing him. "Now you gonna turn soft on me or are we gonna play?"

   Francis smacked Matt's arms away, laughing. He picked up the ball and
passed it to Matt, running away so that his brother could throw a long
one. His powerful, burly thighs surged with power as he planted his legs
into the tough ground, running across the open field to intercept the
throw. His large, half-naked body was drenched in rain and more came down
on his wet muscles, cooling his hot, pumping body.

   Matt threw him a pass and watched as his brother ran into the ground to
catch it, sliding across the wet grass. When he got up, his whole front was
covered in mud, and his body looked even hotter than before. He was a dirty
guy, and it kinda turned Matt on. If it wasn't for the cold water, Matt
would have had a tent in his shorts right about then.

   "That was a dirty throw!" Francis yelled, laughing as he tried to get
the mud off his cock. He pulled his shorts down, not caring if Matt saw his
long, fat member, and rubbed the dirt off himself.

   "No, you just suck dick at catching!" Matt grunted, teasing his brother.

   Francis shook his head, laughing some more as he watched Matt pretend to
hump the air at him. Then, when Francis wasn't looking, Matthew stuck a
hand down his shorts and adjusted himself. Talking about Nick had aroused
him, and he suddenly realized just how much he was going to miss the
teenager. But Nick belonged to Francis--not Matt. He'd just have to find
someone else. And right then, it looked like he might have found a hole to
distract him. Or maybe, it was a dick he was after...

   Francis was running towards him with the ball, pretending to dodge big
players and twirling stupidly in the air to bypass the opponent. Then, he
passed the ball to Matt, mud still covering most of his bare body, and
chased after him, seeing if he could catch up and get him in a tackle.

   Matt went slow deliberately. He could tel that Francis was having some
issues with his masculinity and he knew that Francis looked up to him in
every way. He didn't want his brother to feel any worse, so he let Francis
tackle him. He regret it instantly.

   Matt's shorts came down to his ankles in a flash as he hit the muddy
ground. He felt Francis's arms and face on his calves, and his own dick was
cold and wet.

   "Fuck!" Matt yelled, turning around suddenly and desperately trying to
pull his shorts back up. He saw Francis sitting up, laughing hysterically
as he stared at Matt's ass and dick, flopping around in the wet dirt.

   "Shut up," Matt laughed back, his face turning pink. Francis was sitting
with his legs wide apart, and his balls bulging through his trunks. There
was mud all over his lower body and he was too tired to even care. The two
brothers just sat on the cold ground, laughing and giggling, until they
finally found the strength to get back up. They trudged back up to the
house, kicking off their shoes and heading upstairs to shower.

   "Good game, boys?" their father asked, raising an eyebrow as his two
filthy sons came stomping through the kitchen.

   "Yeah, dad, " Matt smiled.

   "You two better clean up before your mother sees," he told them,
drinking coffee out of his mug. "We're not driving you to the airport like
that."

   Francis scratched at his muddy balls, which were sticking out of his
shorts by now. "We're on it."

   Their father gave Matt a spank on his ass before they went upstairs,
then sat down and began to read the paper. He missed seeing his boys
hanging out.

   It didn't take long for the both of them to get naked. Francis and Matt
lumbered into the same shower, turning on the water and hastily rubbing the
dirt off their bodies. They squeezed in under the shower head, occasionally
pushing and punching each other in order to get directly beneath it. The
boys liked being physical with each other and it showed.

   "Quit touching my ass, dude," Francis laughed.

   "Then stop staring at my dick," Matt retorted.

   Francis rubbed his slick, hairy body, getting rid of the mud and
watching it run down his long, flaccid dick. He squeezed his member and
pulled on it, touching himself in pleasure while cleaning. Matt easily
noticed his brother getting a bit hard and wondered what exactly he was up
to. He also wondered if he could get away with doing the same thing.

   Matt turned around so that his fat, meaty ass was facing his brother. He
knew Francis enjoyed a good, bulky butt. Matt rubbed his cheeks and ran the
water through his crack, before stepping close enough to Francis so that
his butt rubbed up against Francis' dick. The hairy jock didn't object,
aware that there wasn't much space for the two of them in the shower.

   When Matt turned back around, his dick was half hard, although it was
too heavy to stick upward. It was a large, pole of man meat, throbbing
violently and rising with each passing second. It wouldn't be long until
Matthew was fully erect.

   Francis couldn't help but stare at his brother's large member. He tugged
on his own dick, feeling blood gush through his shaft. He was also getting
harder by the second, and he wanted sweet release.

   Matt was rubbing his cock, stroking his shaft gently as Francis watched
on, doing the same to his own dick. Matt let him watch, teasing him a
little and letting him rub up on his butt. Francis felt his mouth water,
and he knew that in a few moments, he would be just as hard as his brother
was.

   Matt was rubbing his schlong now, fapping at a good pace, swinging his
low balls wildly back and forth. He was almost fully erect, but his head
was completely exposed, jutting out from his foreskin. Then, he picked up
his speed, slowly thrusting the air and grunting with each jerking motion.

   Francis stared, bleary-eyed, as his brother jacked off in front of
him. He'd seen him do it countless times before, and Matt had seen Francis
do it, but this was different. Matt was inches away from Francis' body, and
his ass was rubbing up on the jock's side.

   "You don't mind... if I jerk off, right?" Matt huffed, leaning against
the tiled wall and arching his back, as if to show Francis what he was
missing out on.

   "N-no," Francis answered, absent-mindedly rubbing his own erection,
which was covered in bulging blue veins. His brother was making him horny.

   "Fuck," Matt muttered, humping the air fast, ripping his arm back and
forth as his balls jerked all of the place and his penis shot pre-cum all
over the wall.

   "Uhhhhnnn..." Francis moaned silently, feeling his dick stiffen and
convulse in his hand. He was jacking off too now, going a little quicker
than before. His one hand cupped his balls while his other pleasured his
fat pink cock.

   Francis watched, mesmerized, as the stud thrusted the air, making his
fat ass clench and expelling deep, powerful moans and grunts. The jock
continued to wank, rubbing his ass with one hand and his member with the
other. Was it not for the sound of the shower coming down beside him,
Francis was sure the entire house would be filled with Matt's horny groans,
the fapping sound of his foreskin, and his balls smacking into his legs.

   "Uhhhnnn... fuck," Matthew muttered.

   Matt's hand was moving fast, and his air-humping got even
faster. Francis felt his own dick aching for release as he jerked himself
off. Francis was fapping hard, pulling on his wet dick and slicking his
head up with pre-cum. He stood next to Matt, their bodies grazing each
other, and began humping the air like his brother. He was breathing quick,
deep breaths, biting his lips and groaning as his brother moaned in
pleasure.

   Matt was close. He jerked off quickly pounding on the wall as he
wanked. His big, nine inch boner was a monster, ready to erupt like a
volcano, spewing his priceless jock-seed all over the shower. He was
driving himself into the air furiously, moaning and grunting like a horny
caveman. Testosterone coursed through his veins and blood was making his
muscles swell up.

   His ego got bigger as he listened to his brother's own horny grunts and
groans. The two brothers bonded as they jacked off together, their bodies
touching, Francis ass was pressed up next to Matt's, their bare, wet skin
hot with blood and sliding off one another. Their legs were flat against
the other's , and Matt had an excellent view of his brother's red dick,
ready to shoot its load all over.

   "Fuckkk!" Matt yelled, throwing his head back as he began to
ejaculate. He felt the fat load rip through his cock and erupt out of his
tip, setting his whole shaft on fire and sending unfathomable jolts of
pleasure up his spine, making his whole bulky body shiver erratically. He
jizzed all over the shower, watching as his load burst from his thick dick
and painted the floor with his sperm.

   Matt had finished so hard that his own cum had shot a meter through the
air before landing on the tiled walls of the shower. Matt stood in the
shower for a long while, feeling more jerks of pleasure racing through his
entire groin and shivers entering his dick like he'd just came for the
first time. Matt knew his brother was staring at him and his dick, but he
realized that Francis pace had slowed. Almost as if he was waiting for
something...

   "Need a hand?" Matt said, putting his cum-covered palm to his brother's
stiff, leaking member. He covered his head, massing it through his skin and
let his spunk spew out of it. Then he used his fingers to find his way
inside the foreskin, rubbing his brother's raw glans and using the water to
clean his cock.

   "Fuck..." Francis moaned, closing his eyes as his brother slipped his
head in-between his knuckles, using his hard fingers to milk his tip. As
much as Francis enjoyed the feeling, he didn't want to cum so quickly. He
let Matt pleasure him for a while before he pushed his hand away.

   "Wait... I wanna watch some porn first," Francis said, wishing his boner
would go down. He felt like a single step would result in him busting his
nut.

   Matt nodded, knowing he had his brother right where we wanted him, and
that soon, things between them would get even better...

   They helped each other lather up on soap and then quickly rinsed off,
stepping out of the shower and wiping themselves messily with a towel. When
they were relatively dry, Francis crashed on Matt's bed. His brother was
still buck naked and with his cock hanging right out, but he didn't seem to
mind having Francis around. They were usually naked around each other
anyway, but they eventually put on some underwear after Francis found a
pair for each of them.

   They still had a few hours before Matt had to leave, so they made the
most of it. It was just the two brothers in Matt's room, with nothing on
but their boxers and a long bong to smoke out of. Matt's put some porn up
on his TV, but the two bros had been so used to it that their half-hard
dicks barely reacted to the good parts. The curtains were drawn, there was
food all over the floor, and a whole shelf full of empty beer bottles from
last night.

   "That week went by fast," Francis said, scratching his balls through his
boxers.

   Matt shook his head, pushing back some of his medium-length, tan
hair. As the sun came through his curtains, it hit his brilliant cream skin
and turned his hair a glowing blond. Like Francis, he was wearing nothing
but his boxer briefs.

   "Nah man, it's been pretty long. I wanna stay longer but I can't miss a
week of class. I'm already failing one my classes, don't need to get behind
on my other work."

   Francis tried to hold his laughter, looking a bit enviously at his
brother. His chest was much more pronounced than his, and his beach-blond
hair was an instant turn on for the ladies. As well, he had really bright
blue eyes. He also sported a square jaw, and high cheekbones--perhaps the
only thing the two of them shared physically.

   "That sucks, man. It's fine if you don't wanna stay. But we've gotta
spend more time together, then, some other day."

   "You know it," Matt answered, now rummaging through a cooler for another
beer.

   Francis watched his brother's big, eight-pack of abs ripple. Francis had
been trying so long to get his six pack like that, but so far to no
avail. Fortunately, he thought, they both had the same thigh-width: strong,
muscular legs that rippled with each movement and a fat matching ass that
made girls stare. Matt's body, however, wasn't touched by a single
hair. From the multiple times he'd seen his brother's naked ass, he knew
that the only thing hairy about Matt were his pubes and his pits. The only
other places he had hair was on his head, his eyelashes, and his
eyebrows. At least Francis could grow a beard.

   Matt sat back down beside Francis on the bed. Their legs brushed against
each other, but Francis tried to focus on the porn instead.

   "Here," Matt said, passing his brother a joint.

   Francis took it without hesitation. He put it to his mouth, aware of the
sticky wetness from Matt's lips. It was strange for Francis--to be aware of
every little thing that seemed gay to him, like he was hypersensitive or
something.

   A month ago, he would have thought nothing about sharing a joint or
grazing against his best friend's body parts. But now, as they sat there
with a tent pitched in their underwear, Francis couldn't help but think
whether this was a guy-thing or just remotely gay. He shook the hazy
thoughts clear of his head--he did this kinda stuff with all his friends
too, so why should he worry?

   Francis began rubbing his dick, watching the man on the TV pump in and
out of the girl's pussy. She was looking back up at him, wailing and
moaning, muttering his name and arching her back. The man kept driving his
shaft into her, fucking her like a machine and not even caring to admire
her fat, bouncing titties or the looks of pleasure she was giving him.

   Francis watched the dick go in and out, and how little the man actually
did. He just kept his hands on her waist, pile-driving himself onto her. It
suddenly made sense why Nick had chosen Matt over him. Francis just hoped
he could make it up to him before it was too late.

   "She's so hot," Matt said, letting Francis keep the joint and instead
focusing on the screen. Then, as if it were a normal part of their day,
Matt just whipped his dick out of boxer briefs and began to stroke
himself. It was over nine inches and had a nice girth to match. He also had
a nice long vein running down the underside, making his pink head throb in
pleasure. He wrapped his hand around his member, stroking it up and down
and staring intently at the screen, not taking his eyes off. "Fuck," he
muttered, as the chick groaned even louder. It didn't surprise Francis that
Matt was up for shooting another quick load.

   Francis took his dick out too. He felt himself thrusting the air,
rubbing himself up and fapping his boner rapidly. His foreskin made the
sounds of jerking off echo across the room and the balls still inside his
boxers were loose and were smacking onto his big thighs.

   "Shit, I'm so horny," Francis heard himself say.

   Matt took his eyes off the screen. He still hadn't cum yet. "You want me
to finish what we started in there?" Matt asked, nudging his head to the
wet shower.

   Francis looked at his brother, a grin on his face. "Sure man. Jerk me
off."

   Matt gave him a horny smile. He scooted closer to Francis, both their
thighs pressed against each other now. Francis let go of his dick for only
a second when he felt Matthew's warm, soft hand wrap around it. He kept a
nice grip--not too tight, but well enough that it felt like he was trying
to milk the cum out of Francis' cock.

   "Fffuck," Francis said, thrusting his hips into Matthew's hand. "Thanks,
bro,"

   Matthew looked back at the chick. "No prob."

   Remembering Matthew's own cock, Francis hesitantly reached his hand for
Matthew's dick.

   "Don't worry about it bro. We'll do you first. We can worry about me
later."

   Francis smiled at him. "Thanks."

   Matt nodded. He pulled his own underwear down to his ankles and began to
rub his balls with his free hand. He kept jerking Francis, varying the
strokes and reaching up and down to his most sensitive areas. It seemed
like touching another man's dick was turning Matt on as well.

   Francis closed his eyes and pushed his legs wide apart, feeling Matt's
smooth thighs and muscular calfs against his. Their feet touched, and in
that moment, Francis felt even closer with his brother--both their legs
nearly intertwined.

   Francis took in breaths of relief as the pleasure swept over him. It
felt so nice to have a hand on his cock, squeezing the pre-cum out of his
head and using it to lube up his shaft. The soft hand went down into his
thick mess of pubes, tickling his skin and making Francis' groin prickle in
ecstasy. Then his brother's hand came back up to his head and lingered for
a bit, rubbing the loose, wet skin around it in a tease and then playfully
going back down.

   Matt picked up speed. He helped Francis push his boxers down, which
allowed his balls to bounce up and down even faster, making wild
noises. They jiggled like they were on springs, the soft, hairless skin of
his sack slapping against his thighs. As the chick on-screen began to
scream her partner's name, Francis felt himself fuck Matt's hand. He began
to thrust harder, playing with his balls and his pubes with both hands. He
moaned soft swear words, weak murmurs and groaned at his bro's touch,
letting out hot sighs of pleasure.

   "Shit, man," Francis muttered, breaking the silence. The hand-job was
making him weak, and he never felt to sensitive to a guy's touch before. In
past times, it had just been about getting his rocks off, but now, he was
actually enjoying another man's touch--his best friend's. His
brother's. "Matt that's awesome."

   "Glad to know I'm good," Matthew laughed, wiping some sweat off of his
bulging, pink pecs.

   Francis kept fucking the air, wagging his dick up and down and keeping
his mouth open to taste the steamy, humid air that smelled like cum and
weed. But despite the sensations on his cock, he couldn't help but feel as
though he wanted more. And he knew his brother would be willing to give it
to him. Matt liked sucking cock almost as much as Nick did. "Matt... could
you... blow me?"

   Matt suddenly slowed his pace, looking up at Francis. "What? Really?"

   "Yeah, dude. I... I really need it."

   Matt looked surprised. "I thought... I thought you didn't wanna do that
anymore," he said, focusing on pleasuring Francis' tip, trying to open him
up a bit. "I though you said we grew out of that."

   He shook his head. "I don't care right now. I'm so fucking horny, I'd do
just about anything."

   Matt smiled, a horny grin across his face. "Anything?"

   "No anal, Matt. Just head."

   "Good enough for me..." Matt muttered, suddenly turning his whole
body. He faced Francis' crotch, looking up at him with doleful eyes. "You
sure you want this?"

   "Yeah." He nodded. "Do it. I'm so hard right now."

   Matt gently put his fingers on Francis' cock and pulled slightly, slowly
revealing his red-hot cock. His surrounding pubes were soft and curly, and
as Matt pulled down to the base of the stud's cock, Matt could feel his own
erection shooting weak lines of pre-cum across the bed. Matt got close to
Francis' shaft, letting the thick, veiny cock hit him in the chin and graze
his face and nose. It spread pre-cum where it touched, and Francis let out
low sigh as the sensitive skin of his member brushed Matt's face.

   "I've been wanting to do this again..." Matt said, looking at the eight
inches of throbbing meat. "I needed to suck some dick while I was here."

   Francis smirked, showing Matt his white teeth. "Then just do it."

   Matt gently put his lips to the head of Francis' cock, kissing the tip
and taking the base of his shaft into his hand. He pulled his boxers
further down with the other hand, exposing his loose balls and his tanned,
muscular thighs.

   "Fffuuucck..." Francis gasped, feeling Matt's soft lips against his
pulsing head. The hunk pushed his tongue into Francis' piss-slit, invading
the most sensitive part of his body and making his squirm in
pleasure. Francis' legs felt weak, and he was afraid that he'd melt into
Matt's mouth at any moment.

   Matt licked up the few drops of pre-cum that leaked from the shaft and
turned to Francis. "I forgot how good you tasted," he said, grinning like a
school boy.

   "Suck that cock, Matty," Francis whispered, putting his hands through
Matt's hair and slowly guiding his mouth back to his throbbing, wet
schlong.

   Matt pulled down on his foreskin again then put his tongue to Francis'
cock, slowly licking up the fluids leaking out of his brother's head. Then
he looked back up to see if it was okay, if his brother really still wanted
it.

   "Fuckkk...." Francis moaned, closing his eyes and throwing his head
back. His hands were on his chest, playing with his hard nipples,
occasionally pinching and twisting them as Matt downed his bro's massive
dick. "Fuck, don't stop, bro."

   "Mmmm..." Matt smiled at him, before going deeper on Francis' member. He
licked the juices off the throbbing shaft, feeling the gritty sweat against
his tongue and the thick, creamy wads of pre-cum lubricate his mouth. He
could taste the leftover cum from Francis' fuck with Nick last night,
despite the two brothers having showered that morning. There was the
unmistakable taste of Nick's ass, and his brother's dick was a familiar
texture, one that he had missed ever since he'd gone away to college.

   "Just like that, Matty," Francis whined, bucking his hips into Matthew's
face. His pecs twitched and his abs clenched as his brother sucked him off,
milking the pre-ejaculate from his sensitive, red tip. Francis rubbed a
hand through Matt's hair, and then put his arm behind his head, exposing
his hairy, sweaty pits. "Keep going, bro."

   Matt chocked and gagged on his cock, using a hand to guide the engorged
member in and out of his mouth. He could feel his brother's heart beating
through his thick boner, and his erect shaft was pulsing erratically in his
hole. Matt downed his whole shaft, letting his hard head hit the back of
his throat. His face was buried in Francis' long bushy pubes, which still
smelled like cum, sweat and piss. Apparently Matt hadn't cleaned his
brother well enough.

   Matt took more of the hot, meaty pole into his mouth, feeling the soft
skin tingle and sizzle with heat against his tongue. Matt pulled the man's
boxers down to his ankles, fully exposing his thick, hairy legs to the both
of them.

   The veins were pulsing hard inside of Matt, as the sweaty penis filled
his mouth. The stud let out low moans of ecstasy as Matt went down on him,
taking more and more penis. With the dick all the way in, the head now
jamming itself hard on the back of Matt's throat, the beach hunk choked and
gurgled up pre-cum, slobbering his spit all over the meaty pole.

   "Oh fuckkk... oh shit... that's amazing, Matt..."

   Matt smiled as he withdrew from the cock, still keeping the glans tight
between his lips. Then, as Francis thrusted his groin into Matt's face
again, the dick came hard into his mouth, jamming Matt full. Matt began
cocking his head, massaging his gaping, hungry hole up and down Francis'
hard shaft.

   "Uhhnnnn..." Francis sighed, his mouth open and drooling with
desperation for Matt's touch. Matty's big hands were gripped around
Francis' cock, his fingers tangled in his pubic hair. Francis' muscular
crotch twitched and flexed as Matt sucked him off, salivating all over his
rigid, flopping member.

   "Mmmmmm..." he smiled at Francis, watching the sheer pleasure etched
across Francis' face, and the surprise of knowing that another man was
capable of giving him these sensations--his own brother. Francis' dick
squirted more pre-cum into his mouth, some beginning to escape Matt's eager
lips and instead dripping down his chin.

   "Ughhhh... fuck, I'm almost there. Don't stop."

   Matt nodded, pursing his wet lips and hardening his blows. He picked up
the pace, going down on him even further. His pubes grazed Matt's eyes, and
he could feel the stiff head attack the backside of his throat. But Matt's
insides ached with desire. He was squatting on the floor and his bare naked
ass, with his balls hanging low enough to nearly graze the ground, was
clenching and puckering in anticipation, desperate for something to
penetrate him.

   Matt worked hard on him, using his tongue to massage the scorching hot
cock-head and fat, veiny shaft. His hands were on his brother's hairy,
naked thighs, while his mouth engulfed the entire length of his penis,
making him gag and choke on the man's length and girth. He forced himself
down on the swollen boner, wanting to pleasure the hot stud and get him
off.

   "Jesus!" Francis yelled, putting both his hands on Matt's head and
pushing his face further down on his dick, biting his lip and thrusting
hard. Matt sucked him off eagerly, tasting his brother's sperm and feeling
his cock jerk violently while Matt's own ass craved cock.

   Then, with a series of hard thrusts, and after his hips began to buck
violently, Francis' cock jerked and his balls crumpled.

   "Fuucckkk!"

   Three powerful jets of his hot jock-spunk attacked the back of Matt's
throat, slathering his skin with the thick, salty semen and filling his
mouth up in the bitter saltiness. The manly fluid felt heavy and it tasted
so good, leaking and dripping out of Matt's hole as he tried to swallow his
brother's seed.

   Matt choked on his spunk, as two more shots escaped his slit and hit the
roof of his mouth. Meanwhile, Francis was wiggling and writhing in
pleasure, unable to catch his breathe as the bliss of Matt's mouth milked
his cock of all it's sperm, and then he began to realize that his brother
had swallowed every bit of it. After a few moments of Matt continuing to
slobber on his fat cock, Francis could see that he was still erect,
despite, having unloaded in Matty's mouth, and there was a urge deep inside
him that told him to go for more.

   "Holy shit, dude..." Francis muttered, rubbing the sweat off his
massively hard, hairy pecs and his furry abs. He could feel Matt stare at
his monstrous shaft as well as his bulky body, longing for something else.

   Matt let his brother's dick out of his mouth, looking up at him with a
slight grin. There was still cum on his chin and slobber across his
lips. He licked it up, swallowing even that tiny amount. He didn't let any
cum go to waste--not his brother's.

   "That was great, bro..." Francis said, his voice weak and out of breath.

   "I need you to fuck me," Matt told him abruptly, getting to his feet
now. He was the older brother, and what he said was law. He needed his best
friend to plough him hard and fast like he'd ploughed Nick. And he needed
it now.

   "I... I just came, dude."

   "So? You still look hard to me."

   Francis knew he was right... and there was something about having his
brother suck him off that made Francis feel incredibly masculine and
powerful. His hips were aching for action, and his dick was still
twitching, making his loose balls bounce. "I... I don't wanna fuck you,"
Francis lied.

   Matt was adamant. He climbed overtop his brother, leaning on his
shoulders to push him hard against the bed, in order not to
escape. Matthew's ass waved dangerously close over Francis' erection, but
as the beach hunk wrapped his legs around the younger jock's waist, his ass
slipped silently behind the trembling boner, grazing the shaft with his
soft, hairy balls.

   "Yes you do, little bro. I can feel it, right here," Matt said, putting
his big hands over Francis' wet, hairy pec. The film of sweat over them was
enticing, and huge drops rolled down his bulging chest and nipples,
reaching his abs and now covering Matt's own body.

   "It's wrong..." Francis stuttered, slowly wrapping his hands around
Matt's waist. He began to clench his brother's fat ass, feeling the thick
globes with his fingers. His cheeks were large and perky, bouncy like
basketballs. He couldn't stop himself from feeling the meat in his
palms. It was an ass that almost rivalled Nick's. Almost.

   "Who cares, bro? I'll be gone in a few hours. This will be our only
chance. Let's just do it, man. Like old times."

   Francis cock ached. He wanted to fuck his older brother, especially with
the hard, muscular body overtop his. He wanted to dominate his bro, to show
him who the man of the house was, but something about his situation made
his balls quiver. Maybe he was just that horny. "We were teenagers our last
time together, Matty... we could barely get laid. It was different back
then."

   "I don't give a fuck." Matt rubbed Francis' pecs, then moved his hands
down his hard abs and began to play with Francis cock again. He rubbed the
massive tool, massaging the meat and stretching his foreskin. A sigh of
ecstasy escaped Francis' sweaty face, and he closed his eyes, accepting his
brother's touch. "I taught you how to fuck... and for that, you owe
me. Show me how you've grown since I've been gone."

   "Matt... I..."

   "I'm gonna ride you," Matt said assertively. His ass was hurting so bad,
wanting a fat dick to penetrate it more than anything. And Francis was more
than man enough to do it.

   "No. No riding. If we're gonna do this... we do it my way. I'll fuck you
myself, Matty," Francis commanded, already lifting Matt off of him so that
he could insert his penis inside his pink hole.

   Matt smiled. He knew that would get his brother's attention.

   Francis pulled on his cock, beginning to line it up to Matt's
hole. "I'm... I'm going in raw, bro."

   Matt nodded. "I've already lubed you up," he said, smiling a bit. "And
my ass is watering for that dick."

   "Then let me at it..." Francis ran his hands over Matt's cheeks,
grabbing a fistful and spreading them apart. He needed to ram his cock
inside of that hole. Matt then adjusted himself, lowering his fat cheeks
onto Francis' cock. He squealed, moaning in pain as the schlong entered his
dripping wet cunt, spewing pre-cum all over both their balls and thighs.

   "Oh fuck!" he exclaimed, as Francis cock began to enter him.

   "Shiiiitt..." Francis moaned, letting Matt settle on his dick. He was
inside his own brother, who so desperately needed a good, thorough
fucking. Francis dick shivered as his brother's flesh wrapped around his
shaft, warming him up and rubbing his bulging veins and throbbing head. His
ass came down around Francis' balls, his large weight turning the jock
on. Francis was fucking another jock, one who needed to be bred as much as
Francis needed to fuck. And this was someone he loved, his best
friend. Suddenly, Francis realized that for Matt, he'd be willing to do
anything.

   "Ooooohhh fuckkk..." Matt whined, pushing himself further down on his
dick as he held onto Francis' broad shoulders and twitching pecs. His
nipples were sharp like glass, fully erect and turned on for a good fuck.

   Francis held his brother down, rubbing his ass before spreading his legs
apart to get some good leverage. Then, when he thought he was ready, the
jock slowly began to thrust himself deeper into Matt's hole, lifting
himself into the ass, trying to penetrate him as deep as he could.

   "Shit! Fuck, that hurts bro," Matt exclaimed, gritting his teeth as the
fat, eight-incher prodded his bladder and completely missed his
prostate. From this position, Francis was able to reach much further up,
and his extra length helped too.

   "This is what you wanted," Francis reminded him, suddenly falling back
onto the bed, letting the sensations in his dick take over. "Watching you
fuck Nick turned me on," he admitted, still feeling up Matt's ass.

   "It turned me on too," Matt added, "seeing you ram him." He laughed a
bit, panting for air as Francis pushed into him again. "Oh fuck, pound me
bro. Just fucking pound my ass. I need some dick."

   "You got it," Francis sighed, beginning to pick up his speed. Suddenly,
his thrusts got faster, and the bed was creaking violently under the weight
of both the jocks. Francis bit his lip as he drilled his brother, fucking
him deep and quick, ramming his hole and filling him up with wet,
cum-stained cock.

   "Ohhhhh fuck! Uhhhhhnnhnnnnn!" Matt whined, swearing and moaning at each
of his brother's speedy thrusts. Francis was impaling him like his cock was
a piston, his large, muscular legs and fat balls coming again and again,
slapping into Matt's groin and breeding his tight, slippery hole. Matt
continued to wail, feeling Francis plunge deeper and deeper.

   Francis grunted like a caveman, testosterone coursing through his
body. "Uggggghhhhh! Fuck, bro! You're so tight." His hands were still
grabbing hard onto Matt's ass and waist, digging into his flesh and putting
red prints all over. He slapped his ass, spanking his cock-hungry brother
and pulling him close.

   He rocked Matt back and forth, fucking his hole more rough and faster
each time. He was slapping his balls onto Matt's cheeks, and the sound of
their muscles colliding so hard echoed throughout the entire room, which
smelled like fresh, salty cum and dirty underwear.

   "Fuck me! Harder!" Matt cried, rubbing his own cock wildly, using his
other hand to hold onto Francis' hot body. His hard dick flopped up and
down against both their abs, throwing pre-cum all over the place and making
Matt's hard, smooth body sweat even more.

   Matt was groaning hard, screaming like a horny jock as Francis' huge
dick pounded him again and again, hammering him up his asshole. The
throbbing shaft shot pre-cum inside of him, and Matt could feel it inside,
slushing and squirting as the huge cock head came back again for
more. Francis was so deep inside of Matt that he could feel his brother's
heart begin to beat even faster.

   The entire bed creaked and rocked hard under both their motions as
Francis grabbed Matt's bright white ass and slammed it against his hairy
groin, rubbing the fat globes and spanking him. "Take that cock, bro!
Fucking eat up that dick, Matty."

   "Uhhhnnnnnn, yeah, fuck me like that, Francis! Show me who's boss. Nail
me good!" Matt swore and stuttered, unable to talk while breathing so hard
and groaning with each word.

   Francis couldn't say anything back. His moans and heavy breaths were
loud enough to tell Matt he was enjoying every minute of breeding his
brother's fat, beefy ass. Francis was still thrusting hard and fast, as if
he were a machine designed to do nothing else but fuck. He slapped Matt's
ass, and then put his hands against Mat's soft back, grabbing him by his
shoulders and using it to push Matt hard against his cock as they fucked.

   Then, Francis flipped Matt over. He was quick, slamming his brother down
onto his back while his massive cock was still inside him. He was strong,
and his massive biceps flexed as he spread Matt's legs apart, adjusting his
position on the bed as he fucked him missionary.

   "Shit," Matt muttered, feeling his brother's cock swell up.

   Francis grinned. "I'm on top now, faggot."

   "Yeahhh... show me what you can do, bro."

   Francis was on his knees, staying low to reach his brother's ass. He
pushed Matt's legs apart, also spreading his own to get a good firm
grip. Then, he wrapped his arms around Matthew' thighs and lifted them into
the air, beginning to drill him again. He pushed his brother's legs over
Matt's body, bending him in half and exposing more of his tight hole. He
was able to fuck him better now, putting Matthew in a more submissive
position.

   Francis' entire shaft came out before it went back in, slipping silently
inside him at an amazing speed, lubed up by the sweat of Francis' body, the
juices of Matt's ass, and the wads of pre-cum that had escaped his tip.

   "Ohhhhhhh fuckkk! Ohhhh fuck, Francis! Fuuuuucckkkk!"

   Francis couldn't talk. He was too focused on breeding his brother's
hole, using it like it was a cheap, worthless sex toy. If his brother
wanted to be fucked by him so bad, then Francis would show him how a real
man had sex, instead of all of that pussy shit. He was an aggressive,
dominate male, and that's exactly how he'd fuck.

   More sweat rolled down Francis' hairy body, both his pecs dripping at
this point. Flecks of pre-cum shot out all over the place, getting the
bedsheets dirty and spraying Matt's loose balls. The hunk was jacking
himself off as his brother impaled him, breeding him hard and fast.

   "Fuckkk!!!" he exclaimed, his deep, horny voice turning Francis on.

   Matt grabbed onto Francis' waist as his thrusts shortened. He kept his
large rod inside him, barely pulling out at all as he fucked. He drilled
him quickly, pounding his fat ass and angrily spanking him. He was fucking
the shit out his older brother, ramming every inch of his anus.

   Then, Francis held Matt's shoulders down and began to fuck him even
harder, pounding him nice and fast, returning to his quick pace and panting
hot breaths onto Matt's sticky pecs. Sweat dripped off Francis' abs,
gliding across both guys as their bodies slid and rubbed against the other.

   "Fuck me!" Matt screamed, feeling the hard, hotrod expanding his hole
and ripping through his entire body.

   Francis was humping hard, pounding his piston-cock in and out like a
pendulum. He didn't say a word, panting quickly with short, shallow
breaths. Sweat began to drip off Francis' face and onto Matt's. His pushed
back his messy hair and pounded away at the pink, throbbing hole, piercing
his flesh and stabbing his bladder. The jock's big pulsing veins massaged
Matt's prostate, sending jolts of pleasure up his spine and into his hard
penis.

   It hurt to have such a hard part of flesh fuck him so hard like
that. Before he knew it, Matt realized that Francis' body was shaking, and
his cock was pulsing uncontrollably.

   Matt felt the hard pole shudder with heat, and the stud's balls bounced
furiously, banging against his ass and back, and flying all over Francis'
legs and crotch. The sounds of flesh slapping hard against skin echoed
across their room, and the noises of Matt's moans getting louder as
Francis' fat cock impaled him made both of them even more horny.

   "Fuck, I'm gonna cum!" Francis yelled, clenching his jaw.

   Matt grinned at him, bracing through the pain. "Cum for me bro, fill my
hole. You know you want to."

   Francis fucked his brother's hole, making the bed shake as his fat ass
went up and down through the air to get at Matt's body. Then, Francis' hips
bucked and he felt a huge surge through his balls. They ached in pain,
having been so filled with sperm after watching porn, talking about Nick,
being naked with his brother, and having emptied them completely only a few
minutes ago. His balls clenched and shot the load up into his groin and
through his thick, eight inch cock.

   Matt looked up to see his little brother's face right when the first
load came. Matthew could feel his brother's dick throb and quiver--as if a
huge gush of air had torn through his flesh. Then, the fat ropes of cum
shot into Matt's tight pink cunt. The loads of sperm came hard, covering
Matt's wet hole, smearing the top and bottom and filling up his anal cavity
to it's max. The fat wads of cum were hot and steaming, gritty like the his
brother's sweaty skin. He wished he could have tasted it again.

   "Uhhhnnnn! Fuck!" Francis moaned as two more spurts came after each
other, soaking Matthew's hole and covering his brother's crack with his
spunk as it leaked out of his throbbing ass. The hot, thick liquid oozed
around his body, soaking into his pubes and covering his whole shaft like
syrup. Another few loads erupted from his dick, dripping down Francis'
balls, and covering Matt's bright red cheeks.

   As Francis withdrew, Matt eagerly climbed up, forgetting the sore pain
up his ass, in order to get at his brother's dick. He needed to taste the
man's seed.

   More loads of cum kept coming, and as Matt sucked on his tool, the hunk
was forced to swallow all of it. More and more leaked out from his warm
mouth and dripped down his chin and neck, and then onto his sweaty chest
and then landing on the bed. Their fluids mixed, Matt's saliva with
Francis' hot cum. Matt swallowed his brother's spunk with joy, relishing in
his taste and the look of pure ecstasy on his face.

   When finally the spurt of cum began to die down, Francis let himself
slowly ease in and out of his mouth, fucking his face slowly.

   "You always shoot so much," Matthew finally said.

   Francis could barely speak. He had a hand on his nipples and one on his
balls. His eyes were closed and he could only hear Matthew's deep
breathing, as well as feel his hairy legs against his and his soft mouth
milking every bit of cum out of his cock. When Matt finally got off of him,
using a nearby shirt to wipe off the cum, Francis opened his eyes to see
the man on TV cumming all over the girl. He didn't watch the girl snake and
writhe underneath him as much as he watched the man shoot his load on her
back. The man didn't even look at her, he just wet the chick and slapped
his dick on her a few times.

   "You good?" Matt's voice came.

   Francis staggered back to reality. "Uh, yeah. Thanks, man. I really
appreciate that. It was... amazing"

   Matt shrugged. "Relax bro, it's nothing. I had fun too."

   "Here," Francis quickly wiped his own cum on his legs and reached to get
Matt's dick. "Let me finish you."

   Matthew let him grab it. He put his hands back behind his head to expose
his thick, hairy armpits. The smell reached Francis' nose easily, but he
didn't mind it. With his brothers, scents such as these were normal.

   "Make it count, dude," Matt smiled, watching the next porno that came
on.

   It was a blur to Francis. One moment, he was stroking Matt's dick,
pretending it was his own, and the next, he realized that his own cock had
sprung back up for a third time. His balls ached, as if asking for a break,
but he had no control over what his dick did, or what it felt...

   "Yeah, this is a good one isn't it?" Matt asked, taking Francis' new
boner as a response to the hot blonde chick with a nice rack bouncing up
and down on the screen.

   "Y-yeah." Francis answered. He kept his hand on Matthew's cock and
watched the porno. He went up and down, his hand moving quickly as he
quivered with anxiety.

   "Nice, bro. Yeah, keep it coming."

   Francis kept stroking him, letting his nervous hand go up and down the
slick, uncut cock. It felt suddenly strange to him--Francis was realizing
that having another guy get off beside him, to listen to his hot, short
breaths of pleasure, his deep cursing and his soft moans of euphoria, was
making him hard. It was what made jacking off another guy, after just
having came, so enjoyable. He secretly watched Matthew's abs clench, and
his chest twitch. His built arms reached down to his balls, rubbing and
clenching them in his fingers.

   His brother's long, curly blond pubes felt nice on his hand as he kept
smacking into them, and he realized that Matt's balls were very pink. They
slapped onto his legs, jumping up to meet Francis' hand and making Matt
ooze pre-cum. It helped lube up the shaft, and made loud fapping noises.

   "Fuck dude. Keep going. Don't stop."

   Francis did just that. He was servicing his best friend, his bro,
helping him get off after their amazing fuck together.

   "Shit, I'm cumming." Matthew pushed Francis' hand aside and jacked
himself off for the last few moments before it came--squeezing down hard on
his dick and going at a very rapid pace. Then, he shot his misty white
spunk all over his chest and abs, splattering it across the bed and letting
a few wild drops fall onto Francis. Matt let out a deep moan as his balls
retracted, letting more cum flow through his shaft and spraying anything
around him like a sprinkler. It was warm and thick, and Francis enjoyed the
feeling of having his best friend's pleasure trickle onto his body.

   "Sorry, dude," Matt whispered hoarsely, "got it all over you."

   "It's fine." Francis smiled.

   "Thanks brah, that was great. You want a beer?" Matt got up, not caring
to wipe off any cum right then. There was a whole bunch on his hand and in
his long pubes. A lot more was dripping down his chest and onto his
abs. His still half-hard dick wiggled along with his low-hanging balls as
he got up.

   Francis watched his brother's ass jiggle as he got up and walked over to
the cooler. It was pale and white like the rest of his body.

   "Francis?"

   "Huh? Oh yeah. Grab me one." Francis put his hard dick back in boxers,
surprised at the tent it still made. He wiped some cum off himself and
dared to lick some up while Matt wasn't looking. Matthew's spunk tasted
surprisingly sweet.

   When Matt sat back down, he wiped some cum off of himself with his boxer
briefs and then threw them aside. He turned down the volume of the porn and
sat drinking his beer, still buck nude. And for some reason, Francis
couldn't help but stare at his dick, which scared him.

   "I better get changed if we're gonna leave soon," Matt said, not wanting
to go. He liked the idea of staying home with his brother.

   "Cool. I'll be in my room," Francis mumbled back, walking over to his
door.

   "Okay," Matt said, "See you in a few."

   When Francis went to his room, he collapsed on his bed and thought hard
about what had just happened. It had been a long time since Matt had given
Francis head, and even longer since the two of them had fucked. Although
Matt had never admit to Francis about being gay, Matt's constant `favours'
to Francis' cock when they were younger was enough indication of that. But
after watching a few of Matt's intense fucks with chicks, he had ruled out
his brother being completely gay. His older bro could fuck pussy like a man
and take it up the ass like a champ. Matt was truly an amazing dude, and he
was going to miss him.

   It felt strange to know that in an hour or two, he'd be in a plane off
to California. There were so many thoughts swirling through Francis' head,
and while half of them were about what Francis had just done, the other
half were about Nick. Francis felt guilty after having fucked Matt, almost
as he'd betrayed someone.

   The stud suddenly had the urge to call Nick and find out if he wanted to
hang out--without sex. But then Nick might think of it as a date... and
Francis wasn't sure if that was what he wanted just yet. Maybe Matt was
right: maybe Francis needed to go on a camping trip to clear his head--and
shoot a few loads, of course. But first, Francis needed a way to get all
that cum and sweat off his body. It looked like he needed another shower.

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