Date: Sun, 12 Mar 2017 22:08:31 -0500 From: Tulsa Bigdaddy Subject: Brothers Picking Up Where We Left Off 4: Conclusion Please help nifty financially! From Part 3: Next thing I remember was waking up with this weird wet feeling around my sore butthole and thighs. I was leaking Bobby's cum. Off to the bathroom, I sat down and expelled some sperm. I realized we hadn't eaten since noon, and this was the middle of the night, so there wasn't much inside me. Physically, mentally and emotionally I was exhausted. Going back to bed with my brother/stud/lover, I couldn't comprehend what had happened – nor what might happen tomorrow. I was too beat to think. Part 4: Much later, I awoke slightly – just enough to hear Bobby taking a piss and then the shower starting. I wanted to get up and join him. I intended to do that. But the next thing I know, Bobby's face is next to mine. "Mikey, I brought you some coffee," he said. "Thanks," I said. This was odd, because Bobby was never thoughtful – never. He never brought anybody anything. Bobby asked "Bro, are you OK?" I nodded, still half asleep, as I sipped the strong coffee. He continued "Are you OK about last night?" "I guess so," I said. I was just waking up and hadn't assessed everything yet. "You worked me over big time, bro." "Mikey, I'm sorry. I hope I didn't hurt you. I mean, you said your butthole was virgin – and I've never been that hot in my life. I thought I'd just ease into your ass, just a little at a time - and I really don't know what happened - but I couldn't stop my dick. It had a mind of its own. Mikey, I'm so so so sorry! I've just never felt anything that hot, and I was out of control." That woke me up. "Bobby," I said, "you weren't the only one experiencing the best fuck of a lifetime. It was the absolute best for me too. Yeah, it hurt when you drove your rod of steel up my ass, but I loved it. I've never felt anything like it – and I've never felt as close to anyone in my life as I did to you at that moment. I'm OK – but I'll never be the same." "My only regret, Bobby, is that I wish I could hang around longer, but I have to leave today. This weekend has been like a dream – but reality is back and I have to be out of here no later than noon." Bobby leaned over and kissed my forehead. "Thanks, bro. You're right about nothing being the same again. Grab your shower and we can go into town and get something to eat." "You bet," I said. I got out of bed and stretched. I thought how a couple of days ago, I'd never imagined being naked in front of Bobby – much less stretching naked, while he watched. And I never imagined blowing Bobby - or getting fucked for the first time in my life! I took my mug of coffee and hobbled to the shower. A hot shower was exactly what I needed. I'd had enough caffeine to jump-start my metabolism. As I showered, I thought of how incredible the past couple of days had been. I was beat. I was sore. I was hungry. And I was still fucking horny. What more could we do, I wondered. I'd swallowed loads of Bobby's cum, and taken a load up my ass. Just thinking of what we'd done made my dick stand proud. Fuck going to town for food, I wanted more naked time with Bobby. I laughed to myself as I realized if we fucked one more time in that bed, he would have to burn the sheets. I dried off and went naked into the living room, my hard stiffie leading the way. Bobby was watching ESPN fully dressed. Because of the full-body shave and erection, I felt uber-naked, if that's possible. "I can grab food at any drive-thru on my way to St. Louis, so I'll pass on going to town to eat. I have one more fantasy I want you to fulfill," I said to Bobby. "Oh my God, Mikey! You're already walking funny. I haven't cum this much since I was in my teens – I feel like the next thing I'll shoot out of my dick is sawdust!" "Bobby. Obviously we don't have any secrets left – and I have one last request," I said. "I'm afraid to ask," Bobby responded. "But I've got to tell you I'm real curious. What is it?" "I want you to fuck me again. But this time face-to-face. Your big dick buried inside me. Now, without pot, without booze, but with lube. Lots of lube." "Oh little bro, you nasty little fucker, you can read me like a book. I haven't had this much sex in a 2-day period in years. I was thinking I'd sure like to nail your ass again. And I've got no problem with the old missionary position." "I'm ready, bro," I said, jacking some pre-cum out of my dick. "That thing may be small, but I don't think I've seen it when it's not hard. Get over here, get my clothes off me, and let me feel your mouth on my dick, bro." Bobby was on the couch, half-way reclined, and I laid next to him – almost on him. The way he was laying, about 3" of hairy belly was showing. I started there, licking his belly and navel, working my left hand inside his shirt, then through a forest of hair up to his nipple. My other hand started from his knee, and went up his hairy thigh. The left hand got his nipple as the fingers on my right hand went up and inside his shorts – and got inside the leg band of his jockeys. I leaned over and started barely licking the sides of his balls when he yelled "Fuck, bro! You get me all worked up so fucking fast. Looks like you're gonna' get your wish. Yeah, little fucker, you want this big bro-dick and you're gonna' get it. Now lick my hairy balls. Mmmmmm yeah, you need to get a big load cooking down there. And it's all gonna' end up in your guts. Yeah - now look at that syrup running down my dick. Get your tongue down there and lick me clean. Yeah, take that big bro dick down your throat. Fuck you're good!" I love his dick. And balls. My face was buried in his hairy crotch. His hard dick laid on my neck when I was working on his balls. I felt like I could stay forever in this position, sucking my bro. His smell was comforting, his pre-cum delicious, his dick so fucking hard – and I knew what we were going to do next. Bobby pulled me off his dick and I made a loud slurp. His shirt was pushed up over his nips; his shorts and jockeys were askew. He stood up, pulled off his clothes in a flash - and took me by the hand to the bedroom. It smelled like men, cum, sweat – and I didn't care. I laid back on the bed with a couple of pillows behind my head. Bobby grabbed the lube from the nightstand and lay beside me. What a contrast. Bobby, with his salt-and-pepper hair covering his face, chest, belly, pubes and thighs, his big purple dick rising out of a massive pubic forest and those huge balls beneath. After yesterday's shaving, I was pink, hairless, chubby with my newly naked pink boy-dick hard as a rock. I laughed at the thought that if you cropped out my face, Bobby could get arrested for molestation. What happened next was shocking. Bobby rolled over on me, facing me. We were face to face, tits to tits, belly to belly – and most importantly dick to dick. The feeling of his weight on me was hot – ridiculously hot. Like so many years ago, his strength, his power, his masculinity overpowered me completely, and I was content. Then he leaned in and kissed me, his tongue probing my depths. The animal noises started again from both of us, and I was rubbing my dick against his. I was in heaven. I have always enjoyed frottage, but this was beyond anything I'd done before. "How come you have so much pre-cum, bro? You're leaking per all over me. Makes our dicks slide together and it feels awesome." I had my arms around Bobby's torso, and my legs around his back. I couldn't speak. I was lost in the sensation of being overpowered by this man. "I can't hold off too much longer," Bobby said as he rolled off me. "You're just too fucking hot. And I really want to fuck you one more time." Bobby looked at me, then took my stiffie in his hand. "Damn, bro, in the last two days, I've only seen this thing hard with a never-ending stream of pre leaking non-stop. Great dick, little bro." He got the lube from beside him, opened it, and coated three fingers on his right hand. I could feel him reach over me, and I pulled my legs up to my chest – as best as I could. I held them there, to give Bobby all the access he needed to my ass-pussy. He got globs of lube around my hole, and in my crack – and started to work it in with a finger. I remembered just how sore my hole was, but the closeness to Bobby and his fingers in my most private place were enough for me to forget the soreness. And now he was in – likely to the main knuckle, and started going round-and-around in my hole. I'd have done anything for him. "You like that, little man?" "Don't ever stop, Bobby. I like it." Was that me talking? My voice was so husky. I felt a second finger, scooping lube, then joining the first finger already inside. I was breaking out in a sweat all over. "Get me ready for that big dick of yours, Bobby. You got my cherry last night, and I'm hotter than ever just thinking about what you're going to do next." "Little bro, your ass is so hot and so wet and so deep. But most of all it's tight. These broads around here are like fucking the Grand Canyon, and you – YOU – are the tightest pussy this dick has ever been inside. I'm gonna' fuck you sooooo good. And you're gonna' love it." The third finger was creeping into my expanding asshole and I started groaning. It hurt. It felt so good. I knew to be patient, because the more Bobby stretched me, the more I could enjoy his big dick inside me. "You OK," Bobby asked? "Yeah, bro," I whispered. "You know how much I need to stretch – `cause you're the master of fucking. Rumor was you were the fuck-master back in high school, and you still have the magic." Bobby's face was just inches from mine, and the leaned over and kissed me again – his tongue probing inside my mouth, mine dueling with his. Bobby again took hold of my dick, and rubbed around the head with my pre-cum down there. His other fingers kept pistoning in-out-and-around my hole, every once in a while getting more lube from the tube or my ass. Patience – I told myself. "Bro, I think your ass-pussy is stretched as much as it's going to get. I promise I'll go inside you slowly and gently. I don't want to hurt you." "Yeah, Bobby. Fuck me. Climb on top of me and fuck me with that huge dick of yours. I want to feel you way deep inside me. I've always wanted you in me and on me and around me, and here we are, hot and naked." As I was whispering, Bobby removed his hand and fingers from my asshole. He wiped the excess lube on the sheet. Bobby got up and repositioned, so he was kneeling between my legs. "Now pull those legs back up and let me see your ass-pussy, bro." I complied. Bobby scooted in close and started rubbing his lube-covered hard dick up and down my crack, passing over my hole with every up and down motion. I realized I was holding my breath. "I'm ready, Bobby. My pussy is fluttering with every pass you make." "Mikey, I'm going to try to control this better today." I felt his hand down there, as he took his dick and lined it up with my pussy. "Here we go," Bobby whispered. The nose of his dick was centered on my hole, and gradually started the descent inside. I pushed out like I was taking a shit (which I've read is the thing to do) and he started sliding into me. "Wow, bro. You're taking my big dick like a pro," Bobby whispered. "I'm already about half-way inside." For some reason, I tensed and the progress stopped. "Sorry Bobby, but I need to take a breather." Where did I get this husky voice? "No problem, bro. I'm at a good place – hot, wet, deep and tight." He started pulling out a little, then going in a little. I realized I had tensed, so took a deep breath and pushed out on the exhale. "Woah, Mikey. It's like you're sucking me inside. You OK?" "Go for it," I whispered – determined to keep pushing out as Bobby pushed his dick deep. I could feel his pubes on my ass as he hit bottom. He stopped, then wrapped me tight in his arms and gave me the best kiss of my life. My dick was tight against his furry belly. I felt intimately connected to - and completely full of Bobby. Bobby extended his arms so was raised up from my face. "Now the fun starts," he said. The pain was gone, and as was any tension I had. Bobby started really fucking me, pulling almost completely out, then slamming back in. Out. In. Out. In. The slapping noise was like in a fuck film. I was bouncing below him, my naked dick trapped by his furry belly. Because of the pre-cum, my dick was rocking back and forth in a hot wet crevice. I could feel the tingling down there in my balls - as Bobby fucked me. I didn't know what to do. So this husky voice came out of me, saying "I'm cumming. FUCK ME BOBBY, I'm cumming." With that, the contractions started and all my circuits were on overload. I was having an orgasm with my dick, Bobby and I were lip-locked, Bobby's hard dick was jammed up my hole. AAGH! As I was coming down from this multi-orgasmic experience, Bobby stopped fucking me and said "Bro, I could feel you pulsing on my dick! It was like your insides grabbed hold of my dick with every shot you had. Like you were masturbating me from the inside. Fuck, bro, that almost made me cum." Bobby resumed the fucking, and I could concentrate more on what he was doing. My dick was soft and my hands made the journey through his forest of man-hair to his nipples – which I pinched. Wow – that made his fucking harder and wilder. I was glad I didn't go there earlier, as now was the time for me to get royally fucked. Laying underneath Bobby, I watched his face – he was in sexual ecstasy. Though the room was cold, Bobby was sweating – and had this glazed look in his eyes. The man's total focus was on his penis pleasure. As he sped up, both of us started making animal grunts and groans – as he was filling his ow needs heretofore unknown. "Oh Bobby, just keep doing what you're doing for the next 5-years. I've never felt anything like this in my life. You ARE a master fucker." With that, Bobby lowered his body to mine, and I again felt the hair and muscles of my studly big bro. Then he moved in for another kiss. That's when I realized my dick was hard again. I knew it hadn't stopped oozing pre-cum, but now it was back in the hairy warm crevice in Bobby's belly. About that time, Bobby said "I can feel your stubby dick again. You fucking horn-dog! It's like a rock – and you came just a few minutes ago." "That's what you do to me. You make me so fucking horny. I can't get enough of you. Just keep fucking me." I swear, there goes the husky voice again. "Just keep fucking, Bobby. Keep fucking." The two of us, joined by his stout hard dick – and sometimes our tongues and hands – were swept away to some other planet of pleasure. While I don't have a prostate anymore – this, THIS transcended my prostate. He was inside me. His scent and mine were intermingled – just like our combined sweat. I realized I was holding on to Bobby's hairy massive thighs. And he went into fuck-overdrive. Bobby was slamming his engorged penis into me without thought or mercy. I was holding on to him and loving the ride, and the complete perversion of this scene – a 60-something straight man with grandchildren fucking his 60-something married little brother. I started playing with my hard wet dick, which was slimy with pre. It felt like somebody had dumped a cupful of pre-cum down there. I reached way down, and found a pair of prizes. Bobby's balls weren't hanging down anymore, but they were a handful. They too were soaked with my pre-cum. Bobby caught his breath, tensed-up, jammed that hard dick all the way inside my ass – and started making animal noises again. Loud animal noises. He came in for another kiss, and that started it for me. Both of us are moaning, yelling, kissing, biting as he crushed me in his arms, legs and thighs – both of us cumming. I could feel his dick swell inside me as my orgasm clamped down on it. After our noisy and massive orgasms, the room went silent. I could hear Bobby's breathing, and feel his heartbeat in me (from his dick) and on me. We stayed connected by his dick and our lips for who knows how long – until his penis slipped out of my ass. We laid like that for 10-minutes or so, basking in the best sex ever. I knew I had to shower before I left – I was covered in pre-cum, Bobby and my combined sweat, his saliva and God knows what else. I knew Bobby's load would be dripping out of my ass for the next few hours – maybe even days. Finally, I headed to the shower, cleaned up for the second time that morning, gathered the few soiled clothes I had and headed out. Bobby was asleep. I wasn't sure if I should wake him, and decided to write a note that anyone could see, and leave it for him. "Thanks, bro, for the great weekend. About time the two of us become brothers again. Glad we could pick up where we left off long ago..." And that wasn't enough. I nudged Bobby awake, and told him I was heading out. Went to give him a kiss on his handsome forehead, and he pulled me into him for a full-on French kiss. I told him I felt like road kill, because he maneuvered me into a hundred unnatural positions, raped my ass, and about the only food I'd had in the past 24-hours was his semen. He laughed and said "Just wanted to treat you right, bro. Not sure what any of this means, but I've had the best sex in all of my 68-years. You're a helluva fuck, you know? Anybody ever tell you that?" I smiled, and said I'd see him later. "Yeah, later, bro" was his response. So it's just before noon on Sunday, I'm pulling out of my brother's driveway. He lives in the same farming community we grew up in. We've been estranged, and I thought it would be good to drive to the farm over the weekend, since I was just 100 miles away on a business trip in St. Louis. As I pulled out, I did a quick assessment - my jaw hurt, my shoulders hurt, my knees hurt – and most of all, my butthole was stinging. His cum was leaking out of my asshole. His taste was in my mouth. And from my neck down, there was not a single hair on my body.