Date: Fri, 21 Aug 2009 20:22:00 -0400 From: Sean Monteiro Subject: Brother Comes Home, Part 3 Warning: This story contains hot gay sex between two males. Two brothers, at that. If you are under 18 or it is illegal for you to read this because of your location (county, state, country, planet, etc), stop now. Comments are always welcome at kinzusareta_yume@hotmail.com. Please make sure to reference the title of the story you're commenting on in your e-mail. -Sean Brother Comes Home - Part 3 The sound of the baseball bat connecting with the ball was just the kind of sound Jake liked: a solid, strong POP, and then the ball was flying practically out of the field. From where he was standing on second base, Jake had a clear shot of his awesome (and totally freaking hot) big brother Kyle as he swung the bat with all the confidence in the world, his chin jutting out, his blue-green eyes glinting happily. Jake knew he had the biggest silly grin plastered all over his face watching his big brother. Man, he loved Kyle, like totally loved him. It still took getting used to, but he was getting plenty of practice. The minute the bat connected with the ball, Kyle was running toward first base like a bull let out of its cage, and the skinny little dork covering first base actually took three steps backward. Jake laughed at that, but he was already heading for third, and the ball was totally gone. He sped past home, whooping loudly, with his cousin Curt right behind him, and Kyle right behind Curt. And that was it, the end of the ninth inning. They'd totally beat the crap out of the guys on the other team, and they were not being shy about letting it show. Every day it seemed to get ten degrees hotter. It was in the high nineties, but felt twenty degrees hotter than that. They'd gotten the game going in the morning, as early as everyone could drag their hung-over asses out of bed, because most of the guys on the team were planning on spending all afternoon screwing their slutty girlfriends. Or girls who weren't even their girlfriends. Jake couldn't care less and didn't even bother to keep up with their banter as they walked out of the dusty field where they played ball, each guy trying to outdo the others with boasts about how many times he would be able to cum. Jake listened to that last part, though, and his lips twitched upward in a smile. No matter how much any of those guys thought they could come, between the two of them, he and his brother Kyle definitely had them beat. Their cousin Curt and his younger brother Mitch looked back as they headed to Curt' dented old Nissan Altima. Both boys had dark, reddish-brown hair and these striking green eyes, which Jake thought was totally cute, even if he only had eyes for his own brother. Curt was nineteen, his hair cut pretty short, not really buzzed but almost, and his entire body was wiry, taut muscle. Mitch was fifteen and looked practically like his brother's twin, except his hair was longer and hung down in his eyes, and he had this little-boy look and a smattering of freckles across his nose and cheekbones that made him totally look like he was about twelve years old. "Hey," Curt said to Jake and Kyle. "You guys going into town?" Kyle glanced at Jake and smirked. "Nah. We've got other plans." Curt broke into this big grin, which Jake thought was weird. If Curtis knew the truth, he'd totally shit a brick. But Curt just shrugged and said, "Suit yourself," that grin still on his face. He gave them a wave that was more like a salute, and headed off to his car, one arm slung around Mitch's shoulder. For a minute there was the sound of halfhearted goodbyes and a bunch of car doors slamming, and then almost as one, all of the other guys peeled out of the dirt parking lot and headed back toward town, off to pick up their sluts. Jake stood there next to the dugout, which offered the only shade in the area, and it wasn't even much good--his clothes were totally stuck to every square inch of his body, plastered with sweat. It was hot (as in temperature) and hot (as in sexy). Even in ninety-plus-degree weather, he and Kyle had both played ball in jeans. The bottom cuffs of their jeans were frayed and covered in dirt and dust, and the Jake could feel his briefs sticking to his balls, crotch, and ass. He'd be able to wring the sweat out of them, once he took them off, which would hopefully be soon. He glanced over at Kyle, who was looking at him with a smile. Jake's heart started pounding at the sight of this big powerful hunk, who was his brother, his best friend, and his lover, all in one. For other people, those three roles were usually filled by three different people. He couldn't even put into words the sense of fulfillment there was in having all three of those in the same person. It must totally fucking suck to be everyone else, but Jake didn't really care, because they probably wouldn't understand, anyway. Kyle reached for Jake's hand and pulled him into the dugout, gently leaning him back against the wall. The cool cement blocks felt good against Jake's sweaty back, but the feeling of his brother's rock hard body suddenly pressing against his chest felt ten times better. Kyle leaned in, nuzzled Jake's cheek for a moment, nibbled gently at the end of his chin, and then their mouths connected. Man, it was still like fireworks every time. And--BOING--Jake's cock went from being semi-hard (which was how it was all the time, or at least when he wasn't actively thinking about it) to being a freaking massive steel pole in his sweaty jeans. His monster strained against the fabric of his sweaty Hanes briefs and American Eagle jeans, trying to get free. Kyle ground his body into Jake's, and Jake felt Kyle's cock against his thigh, just as hard. They kissed and kissed, there in the shade of the dugout, not caring that it was littered with beer cans and condoms filled with day-old cum. With one of his big hands, Kyle tilted Jake's face upward and started sucking and biting gently at Jake's neck in a way that had Jake making these pathetic whimpering sounds of complete and total ecstasy. What his big brother was doing to him sent shivers all the way through his entire body. Kyle had just gotten one of his big hands down the front of Jake's jeans when they heard car doors slam. Peeking around the side of the dugout, they watched as two soccer moms got out of a minivan and opened the rear sliding door, and then like a floodgate that had just opened up, about seven thousand screaming little brats came pouring out of the van, heading en masse for the dugout. Jake growled. "Aw, fuck." Kyle just smiled at him. "Damn right. We're still going to. Fuck, that is. Just not here." He removed his hand from Jake's jeans, something they both regretted, just as the stream of ankle-biters went flocking onto the field. They weren't even going to use it to play ball, they were just running around and screaming and fighting and being annoying. Jake rolled his eyes. The two moms were taking their time, talking about all of the other boring moms on their block. Jake was secretly glad that his own mother was a hell of a lot more cooler than these two 'Desperate Housewives' wannabes. He and Kyle walked passed them at a distance of about ten feet, but when they took in the two sweaty, toned, gorgeous boys walking past them, even though they were as dumb as a box of rocks, they could figure out what Jake and Kyle had been doing in the dugout, and they let their displeasure show clearly on their faces. Kyle laughed at that, and reached around to grab Jake's ass, leering at the two women the whole time. They were still laughing at the looks on those women's faces when they got into the rusty Honda Accord that their mom had given them, now that she'd traded up to a sweet cherry-red Mitsubishi 3000GT. Kyle put the car in gear, reversed out of the parking spot, and pulled out onto the road. "That was probably the most excitement they've seen all day." Jake made a rude noise and said, "Hell. That's probably the most excitement they've ever seen in their entire LIVES." Kyle smiled, and Jake's heart did another somersault in his chest. Kyle's smile made him totally week in the knees, just like the old saying went. He looked over at his brother as Kyle drove them back home, watching how the sunlight glinted off his spiky golden hair, loving that smile with those perfect white teeth, that chin with just enough stubble to tickle in a really good way when Kyle kissed him, those killer blue eyes. Jake shook his head in amazement. Damn. It reminded him of those old cartoons where the boy sees some girl he likes and Cupid comes along and shoots an arrow in his butt. But Jake wasn't in love with some slutty girl, he was in love with the hottest guy ever; if Cupid really had shot an arrow at him, it wouldn't have been just one but a few hundred of the freaking things, and as far as getting shot in the butt, well... "So, Jake," Kyle said playfully, "Mom and Dad are going to be gone all afternoon. You have any plans?" "Nope," said Jake, liking that they'd have the trailer to themselves. "What were you thinking of doing?" "Oh, not much," Kyle said with mock carelessness. "Just thought I'd sink my cock into you and breed you a couple times, then maybe get something to eat, then fuck you some more. You game?" Jake's cock had just started to deflate and now it was straining at his jeans again. He reached down and gripped it, hard, through the fabric of his pants. Seeing what he was doing, Kyle took one hand off the steering wheel, grabbed Jake's arm by the wrist, and moved it from Jake's own cock over to Kyle's crotch. Jake moaned appreciatively at what he felt, wanting it inside him so badly that he couldn't think of anything else. It was funny; up until a week ago, he would have said his cock was the part of his body that got the most attention. And he still loved his gorgeous cock, and he wasn't modest about it, either, but lately he'd been much more obsessed with his butt, since that was the part of his body which was getting the most action. He'd never really given much thought to his ass before, one way or another, but ever since his brother had first jabbed his big meaty fingers up there, followed by his cock, Jake was definitely in love with his ass, too. Kyle swung into the driveway, parked the car, turned it off. Left the keys in it. Who the fuck cared? They walked up the front porch steps together, holding hands. It was nice and cool in the central part of the trailer but as usual their bedroom was stifling. Jake didn't care about that anymore, though, it just meant they would sweat even more, and that was totally hot as far as he was concerned. Even though nobody was home (and even though nobody would have cared if they were home), Jake still got that tingly feeling in the pit of his stomach when Kyle slammed their bedroom door shut behind them and locked it. The rest of the world ceased to exist, just their hot bedroom, two cute blond brothers, and their ready and willing bodies. Kyle opened his arms wide and Jake went to him, totally loving the feeling of his brother's big strong arms around him. They kissed again, hungrily, all the while shedding their clothes until Jake was down to his sweaty black briefs and Kyle was down to his sweaty plaid boxers. Jake looked at his brother's toned biceps and the coating of light blond hair on his chest, and he wanted him so fucking bad that he would've started begging if Kyle hadn't pulled him down onto the bed and covered his mouth with his own. More kissing, hot and fevered. They'd still been sweaty on the car ride home, and it was probably ten degrees hotter in the bedroom than it had been outside, so their bodies were slick with all that sweat as they pressed against each other, their hands touching each other everywhere. Kyle forced his tongue into Jake's mouth, swapping saliva as they made out, and Jake was loving every second of it. In between kisses, Kyle said, "Gotta have you, bro," the stubble on his chin rubbing against the side of Jake's cheek as he said it. Jake responded by holding him tighter. They made out for a few more minutes, not able to get enough of kissing each other. Kyle's mouth felt so good against Jake's, and he spared half a second to think again of how awesome this was: Kyle was someone he was completely familiar with, he had been there ever since Jake was born. And now that they were lovers, it was like the final piece of the puzzle locking into place. Nothing had ever felt so right in his life. Kyle got up on his knees on the mattress and shucked off his sweaty boxers. He tossed them backwards onto the floor. Then he pulled Jake's sweaty black briefs down, took them off, held them up to his face for a moment and took a good whiff. "Nice," he said appreciatively. Jake reached for them, but Kyle held them out of his reach. "We'll save those for later." He tossed them backwards, too, landing them expertly right on top of his own boxers, behind his back, without even looking. Unable to help himself, Jake reached for his big brother's cock and experimentally rubbed a finger along the tip. Sure enough, the big mushroom head was already slick with precum. Jake's mouth watered and he crawled over to the edge of the bed and took Kyle's tool in his mouth. It was one of those animalistic urges, and he jerked his head forward, shoving Kyle's big fat dick all the way in his mouth until it hit the back of his throat and he gagged. "Mmm," Kyle said, even more appreciatively, and let out a contented sigh. "Yeah, bro. Suck it." Jake didn't need any encouragement, and for the next couple of minutes, the only sound was Kyle's heavy breathing and sighs of contentment as he got a damned good blowjob. When Jake felt his brother's balls start to tighten up and his breathing start to get jerky, Kyle gently reclaimed his dick with a smile and a shake of his head, and said, "Any more of that and I'd cum right now, and I don't want to do that until I'm inside your ass." "Then hurry up," Jake told him impatiently. "I want you inside my ass, too." Even as he thought about it, he felt this dull throbbing down there, a good feeling but also sort of like an itch you want to scratch, this deep and powerful urge to have his brother's cock rammed up in him, full to the hilt. He wanted it so much it was making him dizzy. "Be right back," Kyle said as he hoisted himself off the bed. Jake started to protest, but Kyle only went as far as the bathroom doorway, keeping his eyes on Jake the whole time and favoring him with that smile that made Jake want to melt. With one hand, Kyle flung open the medicine cabinet above the sink, and took out Jake's half-used jar of vaseline. Actually, it hadn't seen any use in the past week, since Kyle had come home, but Jake liked how sticky and messy the stuff could get. Sometimes he was still washing it out of his pubes for days after a really good jerk-off session with it. Kyle tossed the jar of vaseline onto the bed, and grabbed a clean pair of Jake's black briefs out an open dresser drawer. From where he lay on the bed, Jake arched an eyebrow. "A CLEAN pair, dude? Where's the fun in that?" Kyle grinned wickedly. "They won't be clean when we're finished with them." He rejoined Jake on the bed, crawling across the mattress on all fours until he was hovering over Jake, who just lay there on his back with a contented grin on his face. Kyle leaned down for one more kiss, which turned into a whole succession of other kisses, and Kyle lowered himself down onto his little brother, and it was probably twenty minutes before they came up for air. When they did, Kyle took Jake's face gently between his two big strong hands and just looked at him for a long moment. "Jake?" "Yeah?" Jake said, his heart still racing from all that hot kissing. "I love you. So much." Jake grabbed his brother and pulled him back down on top of him again and just held him there, both of them reveling in the feeling of skin against skin, each one feeling the other one's heart beating strongly in his chest. "I love you too, Kyle," Jake said. It was amazing, but it was true. "Can I make love to you, little bro?" Kyle asked, grinning mischievously. "You'd damn well better," Jake drawled, "'cause if I don't have your cock up my ass in ten seconds, I'm going to start going through withdrawal!" Kyle chuckled, raised himself up on his elbows and knees again, grabbed Jake by the waist, and flipped him over. Jake felt Kyle slip the pair of clean briefs on Jake's ankles, and them started to pull them up his legs. "Uh, Kyle?" Jake said as Kyle pulled the briefs snugly into place. "Dude, you put them on backwards." Kyle snickered. "Yep. I did. That's the point." With one hand, Kyle pulled down the front of Jake's briefs, which, since they were on backwards, was the side facing up, covering his butt. Jake still lay on his stomach, and he was getting pretty hard again. His dick swelled inside the briefs, and because the briefs were on backwards, the back of them were riding up the front of his crotch, but it felt sort of good. He heard Kyle pop the top off the jar of vaseline, and Jake watched him over his shoulder. Kyle used his index finger to scoop up a good wad of vaseline, which he then shoved right up Jake's butt before Jake really knew what he was going to do. As Jake was still gasping from the deliciousness of it, Kyle turned his finger in a slow circle, coating the inside wall of Jake's ass with the vaseline. "Holy shit," Jake said. "Man, than felt good. Do it again, Kyle." Kyle laughed. "Man, do I love having a boyfriend--and brother--who's as kinky as I am." He jammed his finger back into the jar of vaseline, and shoved it up Jake's butt again. Jake clenched every muscle in his body, willing himself not to spew his cum all over the inside of those briefs just yet. That was a hell of a lot more difficult to hold back than it might seem, because Kyle's finger felt awesome up there. Kyle kicked the jar of vaseline to the floor, and lay on top of Jake, his cock near Jake's aching hole, but he didn't start screwing him yet. Instead, he reached down the side of the bed against the wall, leaning sideways, trying to reach something. "Dude," Jake said impatiently. "I need to be fucked." "And I need to bust a nut, little bro," Kyle replied, "just give me a sec, OK?" With a grunt, he retrieved something from the space between the bed and the wall. It was another pair of Jake's famous black briefs (they were not the only kind of underwear he had, sometimes he wore boxers, sometimes he even worse a pair of boxer briefs because he liked the way they felt, but he liked plain tight black briefs more than anything else and had a couple dozen pairs of them). It was hard to tell, though, that this pair had ever really been black, because they were so covered with cum that they were a pale grey color, and as stiff as cardboard. During the last week, both brothers had ejaculated so much that there had been puddles of it left each time they were done having sex, and after the first day, Kyle had mopped it up with an old pair of Jake's briefs. The damned things must have about twenty-five to thirty loads of cum on them, both Kyle's and Jake's mixed together. Kyle wadded the briefs up and stuck them in Jake's very willing mouth at the same time he pulled the front of the briefs that Jake was wearing back up over his ass, deftly worked his cock in through the opening in the crotch, and sank his cock into Jake's asshole. Jake totally saw stars, and nothing else. He sucked at the musty, salty, cum-stained fabric, moaning against it. It tasted fucking incredible. It wasn't until a few minutes later that he really came back to his senses enough to appreciate just how good--how blissfully, toe-curlingly good--it felt to have his brother's cock back where it belonged: buried in his ass. They fell into a comfortable rhythym, and the room was filled once again with the sound of their squeaky bed, and of Kyle's grunts as he fucked his little brother. Jake's cock felt like it was twice as large as it had ever been before, and Kyle kept him pinned against the mattress in a way that he couldn't even get his hand down underneath himself to start jerking himself off, but in another minute he realized he wouldn't need to. The briefs he was wearing were seriously riding up his crotch, and the head of his penis was rubbing hard against the fabric of the briefs, and damn if he wasn't working himself up to a really satisfying cum. "Oh Jake, it feels so good to be up inside you," Kyle grunted. "Feels good to have my cock back inside my hot little bro. Unh...mmm...gettin' close, bro. Gettin' REAL close." Jake arched his back, driving Kyle deeper into him. Kyle let out a low growl and started thrusting even harder. Sweat dripped down from his face onto the back of Jake's neck. "I'm close, Jake, really close. Oh man, I'm totally gonna bust a nut. Ready, Jake? Here it comes, bro. Here it comes, baby...ARRGH, FUCK!" Jake moaned against the wad of cum-stained briefs in his mouth as his brother came up his ass, came and came like there was no tomorrow. He felt the first long, hot spurt of semen coat the inside of his well-lubed ass, and that was all it took to send him over the edge, and he was coming like a fire hose, filling up the ass-side of those briefs with a big load of hot sticky cum. With each spurt, he felt Kyle emptying more and more of his own semen up Jake's ass. Jake sort of blacked out after that for awhile, until he became aware of Kyle pulling out of him. Then Kyle pulled the briefs down off of Jake and turned them inside out. When he saw the amount of cum sprayed onto the black fabric, he laughed. "Man. If I hadn't been here to witness this, I would never have believed that anyone could cum that much at one time. Unbelievable." As Jake watched, Kyle put a finger into the cum, licked it, and sighed. "Fuck, bro. Why does your cum have to taste so damned good?" "It does, doesn't it?" Jake said with a cocky smile. "Fuck yeah," Kyle said as he dipped his fingers in it and sucked them clean. Then he reached over for Jake, pulled him to his feet, and led him to the bathroom, where he turned on the shower and they both stepped inside. Jake leaned the side of his head against Kyle's chest and let the lukewarm water wash over them. He felt so safe and contented, and when Kyle's arms went around him again, for just a moment he started feeling all sappy and emotional again. It wasn't as bad as the first few times, but he'd never had sex be this intense before, and there was something else, something that made it feel...fulfilled? Was it the love he felt for Kyle? Yeah, that must be it. "Jake," Kyle said softly, as he reached for the body wash. It smelled sort of like pine and sort of like cedar, clean and fresh and sexy. Jake already associated the smell of the body wash with Kyle, and just a mere whiff of it was enough to make him feel totally happy, totally at ease. "Yeah, Kyle?" Jake said as his big brother began, very gently, to wash Jake's body. He loved the feeling of Kyle's hands, first on his shoulders, then on his pecs, then slowly making their way down to his navel. Everything Kyle did would always be charged with sexual energy, but this even more comforting than it was sexy. Kyle was silent for a moment as he massaged Jake's body. "You like the stuff we do, right? I mean, it isn't exactly...vanilla." Jake didn't need to ask what he meant. "'Vanilla' can go to hell. It should be obvious by now, big brother, that we both know what we like, and we both like the same thing. So you just keep on doing everything you have been doing, 'cause man, I can't get enough of it." Kyle laughed softly. "I can tell. And I knew that. I just wanted to let you know that if I was being too wild for you, I can tone it down." Jake looked over his shoulder and chuckled. "Tone it down to boring stuff, you mean? The same position every night, clean and sterile and all that? No thank you! I want it rough, I want a pair of briefs stuffed in my mouth, and I want you to come up my ass so much that when I go to hock up a wad of spit, I really hock up a wad of your cum instead. Does that spell it out clear enough for you?" Kyle grinned happily and pulled Jake into a bear hug. "Damn straight it does. Man, we are so made for each other." Jake felt this warm, happy feeling blossom in his chest and spread all over his entire body. "Yeah, bro, we are. No doubt."