Date: Sun, 16 Apr 2023 10:30:29 -0600
From: mwmansmind@gmail.com
Subject: Brad Series - Brad 18

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From Chapter 17:

We went into the kitchen after hanging up the towels and he got into the
fridge and made us some sandwiches.  While I would have loved to sit
down, I knew I couldn't from the way I felt my heartbeat in my ass.  He
finished his sandwich in a couple bites, and I finished mine.  He gently
took my shoulder and spun me around so that my back rested on his
stomach, and he let his big arms encompass me in a passionate hug.
"Thank ya for what you did.  I've wanted to make love to you since the
first second I saw ya." He said, his voice was so deep, and the rumble I
could feel through his body as the sound waves rumbled through me.  I
just leaned my head over to one side and rubbed my head on his big arm.
His hold of me tightened for the one second that was needed.  We slowly
made our way back to the bedroom, and crawled into bed and he spooned me
as my face rested on Brad's chest.  Sleep found us in a matter of
seconds, and dreams followed.

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So, Brad, Mark and I have really begun our relationship.  Mark's lease
on his shitty little apartment came up for a renewal and Brad and I
talked about him moving in with us.  When I said that Mark had a shitty
apartment, it was disgusting.  He definitely moved up in the world moving
in with us and our trailer.

Mark was doing all online classes, and he constantly reminded us that it
was a bad decision.  His grades slipped and was unable to attend
regionals with the rest of the lacrosse team.  So, the weekend that
regionals happened, Brad went with the team, and Mark and I stayed home.

There were a couple things that really separated these two men that I
have feelings for, hair and consistency.  Where Brad was solidly built,
he had nowhere near the amount of body hair that Mark had.  It was
awesome to switch from my built brother to the forest of soft chest hair
in the night.  I was lucky as I always slept in between them.  The other
thing that separated the two was not just cock size, both of them came a
lot, but Brad's was thicker where Mark's was runny.  One thing that was
not different about these men, was the care and tenderness that they
shared with me.

So, the big weekend came and when I walked in the door from school on
Friday, Mark was in the kitchen making some dinner.  I did my normal and
stripped at the door.  As I walked up behind the furry hunk, he turned,
and we had a little peck kiss on the lips.  He turned back to the pot of
spaghetti he was making, and I rubbed my hand down his lower back and
grabbed a furry cheek.  "Spaghetti tonight since I'm baby-sittin'" He
twanged.

"Baby-sittin?" I asked as I turned the corner to the bedroom with my
clothes in my arms.

"Well, early teen sittin'" he said as I put my clothes away.

"Sure, thing bear-man." I retorted.  It was something I started calling
him, I mean it wasn't at all wrong, it was either bear-man or werewolf.
I liked bear-man.

"So how was school?" I heard him loudly ask from the kitchen.

Before I answered I walked back into the kitchen and sat on the stool,
"It was alright, nothing special."

"Come and tell me if I need to shower." He asked as he lifted an arm,
he was always worried he was too musky around us.  I got up and stuck my
face in his pit, inhaled and sampled his wet hair with my tongue, all I
could do was shake my head.  "Really?" he asked, I just shook my head.

Since he moved in with us, his scent changed.  It was probably because he
was eating like shit and living like a hermit.  Now that his diet had
improved, and he was better off, it changed from just normal man scent to
getting a character of its own.  Don't get me wrong, it was nowhere near
as unique as Brad's, but it was a little different from the scent I
smelled from others.  It was pleasing to me.

"Dude, you are the only bud I know that loves the smells of a man more
than anyone.  I mean like remember a couple months ago you wanted your
bro and I fresh from practice and not showered?  Hell, my eyes were
burnin' a little." He said not even turning around.  He was stirring
the sauce and his furry cheeks wiggled as he did so.

"I can't put a finger on exactly why, but I've always like the smell.
Maybe because I haven't hit that point where mine starts changing.
It's kinda embarrassing not having a scent like you two." I said

Mark dropped the spoon and turned around and met me face to face, his
breath hot on my face, he got very close as if he was going to kiss me,
"Y'all perfect the way you came. Don't ever tell me that aren't." He
said to my nose and kissed me deeply.  His hands held around my head,
cradling it.  He pulled back to where he was, "If ya suddenly changed,
we'd have to renegotiate our little relationship." He said as his wet
lips covered my eyelid, and he kissed my forehead in a line to my other
eye, where he kissed it too.  I was melting faster than cheap American
cheese on the stove.

He released my head and as I slumped back on the stool, he turned back to
the stove and turned off the burners.  I watched as every muscle I could
see on his body used as he held the pot of spaghetti over the strainer
and poured it out.  Reaching around he grabbed the sauce and put it on a
potholder on the counter. "Dinner is ready sexy." He said.  I was just
watching his movements and zoned out completely until his big meaty hands
grabbed my chin and gave me a little twitch.  We feasted like kings, Mark
knew how to make a simple meal into a feast.  While he was cooking the
spaghetti, he had buttered bread in the oven, and served me a bowl piping
hot, with plenty of parmesan on top.

After dinner and cleaning up we slumped together on the couch and while
he sat upright, I curled up on my side with my head in his lap.  Now when
I said that there was a difference in Brad's baby batter, and Mark's, I
meant it.  I have swallowed and have seen enough of Brad's cum to know
that it is thick, salty, and really good.  After I took the plunge and
played with Dracula's pike as it impaled me, there have been a couple
times that I sucked Mark off.  It wasn't easy, but the reward was more
interesting.  Both of these men came buckets, but where Brad's was thick
ropes that clung to the back of my throat, Mark's was more fluid.
Either way I have turned into an Olympic swallower on both of them.  If I
didn't it would come out the side of my mouth.

Laying there with my head in his lap was great.  I felt the hair on his
body tickle the back of my neck, and the hair on his thighs tickled my
nose.  Not to mention the furnace of heat that he projected from his
hairy privates.  I laid there and started getting bored with what was on
TV and started playing with his cock.  Soft it was about average girth,
for an elephant, and his length was always a surprising thing to me.  I
could lay there and stretch his flaccid cock across my face and touch my
opposite ear.  I remember asking him about his cock and he got all
red-faced and shy and said that he was always embarrassed at his cock.
It scared most people into not wanting to have sex with him, and he was
also ridiculed as a boy with people saying he was deformed.  That is why
he started working out so much, and packed on muscle, but by doing so,
his cock hung out further.  When he does leave the house, he always has
on compression shorts so that he can hide some of his box.

As I lay there ignoring the dumb movie that he is watching, my hand finds
its' way not just along the length of his shaft, but to the bulbous pair
of hairy balls he has.  It was a warm day and his balls stuck to the side
of this thigh as he sat there.  I loved the way they felt, especially
since my balls were small and I almost had no scrotum, not to mention
hair.  I liked watching as I lifted his sack and let it down, how his
balls smoothly fell back into place.  He must have been really into the
movie because his horse dong just laid there across his thigh as I played
with his balls.

I have been trying to practice with taking him in my mouth, though there
is no way I can do it from a side, I always have to either take him from
the top, or crawl in between his thighs, it was just too thick.  I liked
playing with his leg hair and did he have enough for all three of us.
Running my fingers through that thick coarse forest on his legs always
made me pop a boner.  Brad's leg hair was good, but Mark beat us both
and again some.  "Hey buddy, are you trying to start sumthin?"

"I dunno, that movie is just really boring to me, so maybe."  I said as
I grabbed his rope of a cock.

"Hang on and let me get in a better position for ya." He said as I sat
up and he used his big arms and chest and pivoted himself in place and
sprawled out on the couch with me between his legs.  This was the best
position for me anyway.  So, I knelt between his furry thighs and wiggled
his entire soft length into my mouth and throat.  I did something that I
could never do when he was hard, bury my nose in his pubes with his cock
down my throat.  It didn't take long for me to pull his hardening cock
out, so I could get some air.  I held his cock as it hardened to its full
mast in my hand, prying my fingers apart as it engorged with his life
blood.  I held on and buried my face into his sack and sucked on the
fur-coated ping pong balls there.  I knew he liked that as I not only
heard but felt the guttural moan that escaped his body.

As I massaged his baby makers with my mouth, his knees bent more and
more, allowing more and more access to his crotch.  Finally, his hands
grabbed a hold of his knees and he spread his legs wide for me and my
ministrations.  His monster cock pulsed hard in my hand as I alternated
sucking, licking, tugging with my lips, and pulling on his sack with my
lips.  I remember he said that he didn't mind a little teeth action, and
he has felt them all his life, so I lightly nibbled on the side of his
sack.  The guttural roar that came from him actually scared me at first,
but the girth of his cock once again made it to where my fingers
wouldn't touch.  Guess I should nibble some more.

I licked and sucked on the extremely sensitive, and only hairless spot on
his body, the area between his cock and his inner thigh.  His scent was
the strongest here, and so was the taste of his sweat.  He writhed so
much while I was licking and sucking this area, he nearly bucked me off
the couch.  His chest heaved and mass amounts of air were being sucked in
and expelled from his muscled chest.  Finally, his hand released his knee
and he put it on the back of my head, making me dig deeper in that spot.
As I let my tongue fly, he moaned so loud I thought the neighbors may
notice.  Finally, I nibbled on the spot and his reaction was so much he
knocked me off the couch this time.

"Oh buddy, be careful, sorry." Is all he could get out in between
exchanging the mass amounts of air in his heaving chest.  I got back up
on the couch and this time I pushed his knees up a bit and his crack
opened up to me.  Now Mark was white, really white, but his crack was
African American.  Not in skin color, but due to the hair, it was really
dark.  I ran my finger through the densely packed hair and finally it
settled on the only other part of his body that was hairless, his
pucker.  "Hey buddy, get undressed and stick yourself in there." He
urged.

I was the superhero `Flash' the way I stripped myself bare and back in
position.  While I was looking around for some lube, he turned his head,
winked, and grabbed a glob of spit from his mouth and wet his hole for
me.  In comparison as small as my dick was to his, probably didn't need
a lot of lube to get in, if he felt it at all.  I moved up to where I was
really close to his spread legs, the hair on his cheeks tickling my
thighs.  I used a couple fingers and positioned myself at his slobbery
pucker and tried to push in.  Remember, he is a big muscular man, and I
am a shrimp of a teen, so it was difficult trying to enter him.  He
finally used his big hands to spread his cheeks, and he closed his eyes
as he relaxed himself enough for my pecker to push in.

It felt so good, he was so hot inside, and the feeling of the hair all
over me.  I tried to go slow, but I knew, by history, I was going to pop
any moment.  I had about fifteen pushes in, and I felt my orgasm shoot up
from my feet and smack my ass.  I felt myself cumming inside of him, and
he had a smile on his face as mine showed the excess of pleasure.  Once I
came, I `popped' out of him as my pecker went back to its tiny size.

Once my breathing centered and I could see again, I looked up at him and
he wiggled himself to one side and beckoned me to come and put my head on
his chest.  When my face touched the hard hairy chest, his hand moved to
his crotch.  I was going to help him cum too.  I reached up and parted
some of the forest to expose one of his wide flat nipples and latched my
mouth onto it.  I could watch from the corner of my eye as his hand
worked his hose and spend time on the head as he jerked off.  He needed
little spit as he produced his own lube and as I sucked his nipple to a
hard nib, I watched his big head glisten as he fought with it.

"Come on buddy, take it!" he almost yelled as I released his nipple and
quickly moved down and took his massive head in my mouth while he jerked
from the base.  My tongue explored each nook and cranny of his head as it
jiggled in my mouth.  I felt it lose a little girth and then the sprays
started.  I swallowed mouthful after mouthful of his watery seed and held
onto this bucking bronco with my hands as he unloaded his nuts.

As I said before there is a distinct difference between Brad's and
Mark's cum.  Brad's cum fills me up, and it is thick and sticky.
Mark's cum flows in rivers and fills my mouth to the brim quickly.
Finally, after the fourth mouthful, he released his massive dong, and I
sucked on it like a newborn calf.  While he was getting softer, and the
white essence of man became less and less on my tongue, I released his
cock to flop back on his heaving furry stomach.  One thing he liked was
to taste himself in the mouth that took his load, so I moved up and
kissed him deeply, feeling his tongue search out every area in my mouth
to taste himself.

Once we were done, he switched movies to something I liked and while he
lay on his back on the couch, I lay on top of the warm blanket that is
Mark.  My eyes got heavy, and I fell asleep on his chest.  The next time
my eyes opened, I was in bed next to Mark, with his body spooned tightly
behind mine, and he was snoring lightly.  I turned over and without
waking him, I faced him and felt his carpet of hair run through my
fingers.  His big arm was my pillow, and the torrent of air coming from
his nose tickled my body.  In no time I was asleep again, laying in the
bear's den, with the bear, his fur in my hand.

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