Date: Sat, 5 Nov 2016 00:04:52 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101@yahoo.com
Subject: Completion

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*****

Austin pushed the door closed, clicked the lock, then looked at me with
that little half-smile of his. He'd always been a cool customer, quiet and
self-contained - not unfriendly, just giving the impression that there was
always something he was thinking about real seriously. I guess it's what
made him such a good Marine. I wished I had half his self-control, because
after the car ride from the airport, and now here in the front foyer back
home, just him and me, my gut was churning.

He looked even better than he had when he'd left, bigger again, his biceps
and triceps thick and bulging with the weight of his duffel, his sleeves
rolled up almost as if to show them off. Who was he showing them off for?
For the hundreds of people he'd proudly walked past in the airports and on
the planes? Unlikely - he wasn't that kind of guy. For himself? I pictured
him looking at himself in the mirror, rolling the sleeves carefully up
until they were just so, resting at the peak of his bis and tris, smiling
at himself with satisfaction as he set his cover on his head. No - I knew
he was quietly proud of his body, but not to that extent. Maybe he was
showing them off to me. Maybe. A guy could dream, right? Maybe he knew
exactly what he was doing to me. Maybe he was fucking with my head. Maybe
he...

"Gonna be awhile yet, right?" he said, setting his duffel on the floor.

"Yeah," I said, grateful for the chance to slip my phone out of my pocket
and look anywhere but at him. "They should be going into the movie in about
a half-hour. Dad said he'd text if plans changed. She's gonna be real
surprised, man."

"I bet she will," he smiled. "So we got time," he said, in that deep, low
voice of his, and I felt myself quiver a little, blushing at my weakness.

He didn't have to say anything else, just slipped those powerful arms
around me, and pulled me close. I could feel his heat, the solidity of his
muscles, the scratch of the thick uniform against me. I was instantly hard
in my jeans, and I could feel the rapid swell of his big dick in his pants
too. I was getting ready to smile and sigh in relief at that when he leaned
in and kissed me. My lips parted in response to his, and then there was his
tongue, slipping warm and wet into my mouth as his big hands traveled down
to my hips, squeezing there as I opened up and let him taste me, and tasted
him in return.

When he came up for air a few minutes later, his big hands clutching the
hard muscles of my ass tightly, his eyes alive and searching mine, I felt
the relief wash through me. Of course he remembered how it had felt, that
first time together, our last time together. Of course he'd been thinking
about it in the months since, even if neither of us had said anything about
it. Of course he was as glad to see me as I was to see him.

"Let's not waste any of it then, little bro," he smiled, and kissed me some
more, before giving my ass a deep, encouraging squeeze and pushing me
towards the stairs.

I took them three at a time, and I heard him grunt at the sight of my ass
flexing in my jeans. I was a wrestler like he'd been, and I knew it looked
pretty good in these 501s. I'd hoped he'd notice. He'd sure liked looking
at it, exploring it with his hands and fingers and lips, that last time
together. I'd been hitting the lower-body exercises pretty intensely since
then, in hopes that he might come home and finally claim my ass, the way
I'd burned for him to do ever since his last time home.

I had one foot in the door of his bedroom when he vaulted the last steps
and grabbed my hips from behind, pulling me back into his bigness, his lips
brushing up and down the side of my neck in that way that he knew drove me
wild.

"Uh-uh, buddy," he murmured, using his hands on my hips to guide me across
the hallway to my room. "We never got to play in here last time."

I shivered all over at that, remembering the way he'd made me cum and cum
again in the rumpled mess of his big bed, sucking and stroking and
fingering load after load out of me, as if he was storing up our orgasms in
his memory bank for the long, lonely months ahead. Just like I was. Both of
us trying not to think about the fact that he might not get to come home,
one way or another.

But he was home now, bigger than before and even lustier, his hands
slipping up inside my T-shirt as we kissed furiously next to my bed,
pausing to push it up and off me, then grunting lustily at the swells of
muscle on my chest and arms. He tugged his cover off and set it on top of
my head with a grin, then leaned down and began to lick and kiss his way
over the bigger swells of my pecs, long wet strokes of his tongue against
my mostly smooth skin making me shiver and moan as his hands squeezed my
ass deeply, before slipping around to fumble with my belt.

"Fuck, let me see you, bro," I half-moaned, and he chuckled indulgently at
me, leaning back to let me fumble at the buttons of his uniform, shrugging
it off his big shoulders and pulling me back in to kiss me, devouring my
mouth as my hands squeezed the big, thick plates of muscle swelling under
his tight khaki undershirt.

"Damn, you got big," I huffed, as his hands popped the buttons on my fly
and slipped inside to cup my ass again, squeezing it through my underwear
and growling low and hungry.

"So did you, lil bro," he murmured, and then my jeans were slipping down my
long, hard thighs, followed by his big hands as his tongue slipped back
into my mouth.

"It's quicker if you let me," he said a few minutes later, brushing my
clumsy hands gently away from the unfamiliar buttons, buckles and laces of
his uniform pants and boots. "I'll put it back on for you so you can take
it off me another time."

I moaned out loud at the thought of that, and Austin chuckled knowingly,
winking at me as he pulled his boots and socks off, then quickly shucked
his pants. And there he stood, bulging hard in a pair of Under Armour
shorts that matched his discarded undershirt, nothing but underwear and
dogtags and that intent look on his smiling face as I gaped at him in awe.

The bed creaked warningly as he pushed me back onto it and pressed his big,
warm weight over me, our thighs entwining, bulges grinding slowly together
as we kissed, deep and wet and hungry. My hands were quick and eager on
him, exploring the big plates of muscle stretching his warm skin, the
little thicket of blond hair between his chunky pecs, the hard, shifting
mounds of his big ex-wrestler ass as he pushed his damp cockbulge up and
down against mine.

"My deodorant's probably all worn off," he grunted as I pushed my face
towards the depths of his armpit.

"I don't fuckin' care," I half-moaned, half-growled, as I pushed my face
into it, savoring the musky scent of him that I remembered almost
immediately. He chuckled at my eagerness, then moaned at the sensation of
my tongue lapping at the moist blond hairs there, his big hand cupping the
back of my head and pulling me in deeper as his other hand explored the
muscles of my back.

Together we rolled onto our sides, and his hand slid down inside the back
of my boxer briefs, squeezing the thickness of the muscle there, grunting
appreciatively as I flexed my glute for him. Then he was kissing me again,
tugging at the sheer fabric of my shorts.

"Been thinking about you naked for months, kid," he grunted against my
lips. "Thinking about you and me in the boat..."

I moaned at the memory, knowing exactly what he wanted, and flipped over
onto my stomach, pushing my ass up in the air as he skinned my shorts down
and tossed them on the floor. The way he slid his big hands up the backs of
my thighs, up my hamstrings, over the big muscles of my ass, made me moan
and push back even more, as his warm breath gusted over my cheeks and into
my crack.

Austin kissed me down there, nice and soft at first, like he'd kissed my
lips the first time, that gateway kiss into this intense, deep, physical
thing between us. This thing that had been simmering away in our minds all
these long months, the subtle but intense undercurrent in our Skype
conversations and phone calls. Then he kissed me more firmly, the tip of
his tongue flicking at the tight ring of muscle, making me shiver and push
back into his handsome face even more, and he took that as his green flag
and started in on me in earnest. Fuck, I'd forgotten how good this felt,
how initially strange and dirty and exciting it had seemed, and how all
that fell away as he lapped up inside my tight cherry hole, eating me out
like he was eating pussy. It had taken me to a weird place, that first
time, weird but hot - thinking of him with his sexy face buried between the
creamy, athletic thighs of one of those girls he'd dated back in high
school, the all-conquering wrestling squad captain with his pick of the
best girls. How many times he must have made them shiver and moan and cum,
as he lapped at their tender folds. How it must have felt to be one of
those girls, anxious but excited at the sight of his big, hard, uncut dick,
wondering if they could take him, if they should take him. Wondering if I'd
feel better to him than they had.

We hadn't had the chance to get that far last summer, and my cherry ass was
like an unspoken thing between us. A promise I'd hoped he'd fulfill. An
itch I badly wanted him to scratch. I guess I could've gotten somebody else
to scratch it for me, but it had to be him. Had to be my brother. He was
the one who'd started me down this path. It had to be him that took me all
the way.

Austin's tongue was thick, wet, eager, and it felt like it was a foot long
as he burrowed up inside of me. I'd even cleaned myself out with an enema
I'd found buried under the bathroom sink, avoided eating anything, done
everything I could in the hopes my big brother would come home and come to
me like this, pick up where we'd left off and take me the rest of the way
home. His hungry, sloppy grunts told me he was as glad to be here with me
again as I was to have him back, chowing down on my tender hole like he'd
done in the back of Dad's boat last summer. My cock was leaking just like
it had then, throbbing up against the shifting muscles of my stomach as I
ground my ass back, letting my body's instincts take over.

"Fuck!" he growled, sliding up my back, his thick, hard cock slotting into
the cleft of my spit-dripping ass as he licked up my back to the side of my
neck, then into my panting mouth as our bodies fit together. I could taste
myself, all musky and rich on his tongue. Not a bad taste at all, and I
hoped to get a taste of him again too, to get those big thighs of his
wrapped around the back of my head again as I returned the favor.

"You want this, lil bro, or you want to wait?" he panted in my ear,
thrusting the length of his cock up and down my moist trench. I moaned and
pushed back in response.

"Fuck no, now," I grunted then reached over to my bedside table, yanking
the drawer open. He huffed a laugh in my ear and reached into it, finding
the bottle of lube I kept there.

"Ain't gonna be easy, kid," he murmured as he nuzzled at my ear, continuing
to slowly thrust up and down my crack, then adjusting his hips and pushing
his big, hard dick down so the head of it rubbed across my hole, making me
moan even deeper. "Not on your first try. But it'll be so good, buddy, so
damn good, you'll see..."

"Been practicing," I panted, reaching back to cup the spectacular hardness
of his thrusting ass, squeezing the big, dimpling muscle of it. "My
fingers... and then I got a toy on the internet..."

"Oh yeah?" he panted back, chuckling lightly. "You hot little fucker, wish
I'd seen that..."

"You can... later," I huffed back, craning my head back to kiss him. "Like
with the uniform. Later, when we got more time."

I locked eyes with him, fully in the zone now. I couldn't be any more
ready.

"Fuck me, Aus," I murmured against his moist lips. "I been waiting for
you."

"OK, baby," he murmured back, giving me a quick, deep kiss. "I been waiting
for you too, baby bro."

I heard the cap on the lube pop, and then a stream of it, trickling down my
inner cheeks, over my hole, where his thick fingers waited to push it
inside of me, slow and deep and with loving care. Then the slick sound of
his hand greasing his big dick, and I wanted so badly to see that, see it
all big and hard and shiny and ready, but we could do that later.  Austin
ran one hand up my spine, up between my shoulder blades, rubbing deep and
gentle, and I felt the pressure of him, pressing against my slick, tight
hole. I suddenly wondered if I hadn't practiced enough, if that toy I'd
bought online with that prepaid Visa card hadn't been big enough, but it
was too late for all that now, because he was pressing now, pressing harder
against me, and we moaned together, me in surprise, him in pleasure, as I
suddenly opened up and let him inside.

Austin was right, it wasn't easy. There was a definite difference between
that piece of silicone and the real, live flesh of him. The pressure was
intense, bordering on pain, and then it morphed into a kind of heat that
sent tingles all through me as he thrust up deeper. It felt like it was
going on forever, and then Austin's big hands slipped over the top of mine
where they were clutching at the sheet under me, his fingers interlacing
with mine as he murmured in my ear.

"Fuck, Timmy," he whispered. "All the way inside you, buddy. You're so
fuckin' tight, baby..."

I managed to crane my head back enough to meet his lips, his tongue with
mine, and as he pushed the moist muscle of it inside my mouth, my big
brother started to fuck me.

The longer it went on, the deeper he went inside of me, the better and
better it got, until I was moaning, writhing, pushing my ass back to meet
him as he thrust up into my depths, plucking my cherry, tossing it aside,
and taking me on a long, deep ride. Even though I'd never been fucked
before, I could tell he was really good at this, a young master. I thought
of those moaning, pretty high school girls he'd thrust up inside of, and of
the muscular young dudes who'd given themselves up to his cock after he'd
come to realize what he really wanted, and how none of them could ever have
felt it like this, because he was my big brother, and he loved me, and he
was giving me his very best. Giving it to me deep, relentlessly, fucking me
into the squeaking springs of my mattress, his sweat dripping down to join
the dew of my own on my back, one hand clutching my hip, the other arm
wrapped round and underneath my torso, holding me to him as he took me on
the long, sweet ride.

"Aw buddy," he moaned, his tongue flicking the rim of my ear, "I could fuck
you all night long, baby bro..."

"Later," I moaned back, because as much as my head and my gut wanted that,
wanted to ride his big Marine cock to multiple loads all night, my body
needed to cum, needed the release. The pleasure had been building steadily,
a big glowing, tingling ball centered in my loins, and I knew if I so much
as grazed my throbbing, leaking cock with my hand, I'd rain cum all over my
sheets and pillows and maybe even the headboard above me.

"Can I cum in you, Timmy?" he panted. "Can I knock you up, little bro?"

I moaned out loud at that, at the sudden, unexpected surprise of hearing
him say something like that, something I'd never even thought of, and I
guess my body responded for me, because he clutched me even tighter and
began to really rail up into me.

"I'll fuck you sweeter tonight, baby," he almost crooned in my ear, voice
all deep and husky and whispering. "Come in once the folks are asleep, and
we can be sweet with this, lil bro. All night. You and me."

"Ah dude," I wailed, going slowly crazy from his words and his thrusts and
the feeling of him, all big and muscular and moving so smoothly with me,
inside of me, stoking that throbbing ball of pleasure inside of me even
more with his big dick and his sexy whispering.

I reached down under me, knowing I had to cum, needed to cum, needed to
reset the clock on this incredible experience so we could start all over
again. I felt my cock throb warningly in my hand, and then his hand was
holding mine, wrapping around it, stroking along with me, working me off
together.

"Cum for me, baby bro, and I'll cum for you," he whispered, and that did me
in. I let out a yell, felt my muscles strain and tense all over, felt the
epic throb of my big young dick in our joined hands, and then the powerful
arcs of my load, thick and heavy and hard against the bed, soaking into the
covers.

"Dude, fuck," Austin grunted, and I felt his teeth bite into the skin of my
shoulder as he grunted like an animal, thrust up into me hard and quick,
one-two-three.

"Fucking cumming!" he yelled, and I remembered how he'd hollered and moaned
exactly that, every time we'd played this game last summer. I remembered
how good it felt inside, to know I was making him cum. Felt even better
now, knowing he was finally cumming inside of me - not just in my mouth,
down my throat, but the way I'd wanted him to most of all, breeding my
no-longer-cherry ass. Like he was completing the journey we'd set out on
months ago. Hopefully to start a new one.

He slid off my back, onto his side, pulling me with him, spooning my
sweaty, sticky body against his as he nuzzled the side of my neck, that
tingling spot behind my ear, as our breaths steadied, both of us huffing,
then chuckling, waiting for his big dick to soften enough to slip out of
me. When it finally did, I felt so open, so empty, but the way his fingers
swirled around the insides of my cheeks, scooping up the trickles of his
thick load leaking out from me, pushing it almost tenderly back inside of
me, had my cock tingling and already firming up all over again.

"Dude, I think I've created a monster," he chuckled, toying with my tender,
sticky hole as his big hand rubbed the muscles of my stomach.

"You did that months ago, bro," I said, craning my head back for a slow,
hungry kiss. "You just finally made him happy, that's all."

"I can see that," he chuckled, giving me rubbery cock a slow stroke that
had me hardening even quicker. "Made me happy too, lil bro. Real happy."

"Good," I smiled, loving the softness of his next kiss. "But maybe we
should get our happy asses in the shower. They'll be home before too long."

"Ah, right, the surprise," he said, like he'd forgotten the real reason he
was home. But then again, maybe this was the real reason.

I checked the time on my phone, trying not to get cum on it.

"We still got some time, though," I grinned, extracting myself from his
arms and standing up, a little shaky. His eyes roved over my naked, sticky
body hungrily. "I bet you've been looking forward to a real long, hot
shower, bro."

"Like you wouldn't believe, baby bro," he grinned, standing up and taking
me in his big arms to kiss me again. "And especially one with you in it,
kid."

He swatted my ass playfully, and we headed into my bathroom, laughing. Mom
was definitely going to be pleasantly surprised to have Austin home, but
the pleasure was going to be mine. His and mine.