Date: Sun, 17 Dec 2023 17:07:40 +0000 From: Benjamin Pellew Subject: Cumming Home for Christmas Ben was dying to get home for the holidays. He had been travelling for almost a year, all around the world, but in the last few months his desire to go home had been growing stronger and stronger, and there was only one reason for that: James. Ben's friends joked that he hadn't so much travelled around the world as he had slept his way around the world, and there was more than a little truth in that statement. What his friends didn't know is that he'd required so much sex to keep thoughts of his brother at bay. That, after all, had been the point of his trip, to forget about his gorgeous brother. Last Christmas they had both agreed that while they'd had a lot of fun messing around, that was what they still called it even though it had stopped being `messing around' years ago, the time had come to stop. Brothers did not do what they did and it had to stop before someone found out. So, Ben had embarked on a tour of the world. They would go cold turkey. Ben would find a different hunk to fuck each night and James would finish his degree and finally sleep with someone other than Ben. It hadn't worked. Each arse he fucked, each dick he sucked, each guy he took into his bed, or more usually each guy whose bed he fell into, only made him more desperate for James. And Ben knew that James thought the same. Three months ago James had confessed that he hadn't even tried to sleep with anyone and had instead just been wanking off to photos of Ben on the various beaches he'd visited on his travels. Ben had taken pity and sent his brother a series of very explicit nudes, and even followed up with a video of him fucking an Aussie twink. Now James was only an hour away in the house that they had bought with the inheritance their grandmother had left them. Their parents were pleased with them, had always been please they'd got on so well, and thought it was lovely that they'd now be living together. If only they knew. Ben had text James to say that he was only minutes away; James had replied saying that the door was open and he should let himself in. Ben barely saw the bright Christmas lights as his taxi whizzed by. His dick was already growing in his trousers just thinking about James. Would James want to talk first about this new stage of their relationship, about them moving in together, ostensibly as brothers but really as a couple? Ben hoped not; Ben hoped James was as desperate to get him into bed as Ben was to get James. Talking could happen after fucking. Ben opened the door to their new home for the first time and saw the hall he'd only ever seen before in photos, tastefully decorated in red and gold for Christmas, with plenty of natural greenery: James to a tee. `James,' he called, `James, I'm home'. Calling that through this house, as he hoped to call it for the rest of his life, sent a thrill of excitement through his body. `I'm through here,' James called back, and that voice, heard for the first time in person in almost a year went straight to Ben's dick. Throwing his bag down on the floor, Ben hurried into the living room, from where James' call had come. He stopped dead at the sight. James was standing in the middle of the room wearing a pair of comfortable looking pyjama bottoms and a big, fluffy Christmas jumper. His feet were slippered and his face was beaming. Above his head was the biggest bunch of mistletoe Ben had ever seen and James was darting his eyes between it and Ben. `I didn't want you to miss it', James said, his grin getting even wider. For a moment, Ben just stood in the door, drinking his brother in like a man dying of thirst gulping at water. He felt he could drown in his brother and die a happy man. It was hard to tell beneath the Christmas jumper, but Ben was pretty sure James had filled out a bit over the past year, so that he was now lean and lightly muscled, where before he had been on the skinny side. James' face was just as Ben remembered it, fine-featured with a narrow nose, red lips, and deep, brown eyes beneath a mop of dark hair. People often said that Ben, with his more muscley physique, broader face, but same mop of hair, was the `hot brother', but Ben had never agreed. Looking at James now, so palpably happy and at ease, Ben knew that James was the most beautiful man in the world. Not having drunk his fill, but desperate to touch him, Ben ran the last few steps to James, flung his arms around him and lifted him into the air, planting a kiss on James' lips, which James returned enthusiastically, wrapping his own arms and legs around Ben so that they clung together, lips locked, Ben lifting James. The air around them seemed to sizzle and boil with their own desire as their lips parted briefly only to crash together again. `Even if I hadn't seen the mistletoe, I would have found an excuse to kiss you, brother,' James said, resting his forehead against James' as he lowered him back onto his own feet. `You never need an excuse, brother,' James said back. The two brothers found that now they had touched one another, they could not stop. Ben stroked James' cheek and James ran his fingers through Ben's hair. Ben slid his hands down James' jumper-covered arms and James gripped Ben's bum in both hands through his jeans. Ben rucked up James' jumper, revealing his abs and James slid his hand down the front of Ben's trousers. All the while, they were kissing each other, tongues entwining in their mouths, each tasting the other and finding him just as sweet, just as intoxicating, as before. Soon Ben was moving forward, pushing his body against James' and forcing him to move backwards, towards the sofa. James grinned, wrapped his arms around Ben's shoulders and fell back so that they both went tumbling onto the sofa, Ben with a surprised yelp and James with an excited cry. Ben had landed on top of James and their bodies were pressed against each other. Ben could feel James' warm breath on his neck and the growing erection in his brother's pants. James kissed Ben's neck, sucking on the warm flesh and grabbed the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head so that he could look upon Ben's finely sculpted body, clearly defined abs, noticeable pecs, a nice hairy chest, and a sexy trail that led beneath his waistband and promised so much. James ran his hands all over Ben's chest, stopping to squeeze and play the nipples. Ben had always had very sensitive nipples and James was rewarded with a short squeal somewhere between pleasure and pain that caused Ben to thrust forward, his rock-hard cock straining against his jeans and desperate to fuck the arse he remembered so well. `I need you James. I've needed you all this year. Please, let me have you,' Ben almost whined, continuing to thrust his rock hard, restrained, cock into James' body. `I'm yours, Ben. Always have been, always will be. And I've missed little Ben too'. As James was speaking, he unbuttoned Ben's flies and pulled down the front of his pants, releasing Ben's cock and causing it spring up at full attention. James, eyes fixed on his brother's cock, wrapped one hand around the shaft and started to gently stroke the dick he knew so well. `Ugh...oof...ugh,' Ben moaned, throwing his head back and gripping James' shoulders as James' hand continued to stroke his shaft, up and down, up and down, faster now, too fast if Ben wanted to last much longer. He reached down and closed his own hand over James', stopping the hand from jerking. `Not yet, not ready to cum yet,' he got out, feeling the climax which had been building receded slightly at the cessation of movement. He knew, though, that having James' hand wrapped around his cock, and feeling the warmth of that hand in his own could be enough to send him over the edge, so he took his hand away, pulling James' with it and leant forward to kiss his brother's lips. Ben could feel James smiling as he kissed him and suddenly felt a desperate need to get James naked. Ben broke the kiss and pulled James' jumper up and off, over his head, causing James to laugh in surprise and delight. He then wasted no time in pulling down the pyjama bottoms, sliding down onto his knees as he did so, and removing the slippers. Ben was kneeling on the floor, looking at his perfect, naked brother sitting on the sofa. James' cock was rock hard too and leaking precum, balls drawn up close to his body. Ben had been right; James had filled out and put on some muscle in the last year. Ben liked it. James reached down and cupped Ben's face in one of his hands. `I've missed you. I've missed you so much, and I'm so glad you're back,' he said quietly, his voice filled with emotion. Ben pulled the hand from his face and kissed it. `I'm never going to leave you again,' he said, moving his face closer to James' crotch. He gripped James' shaft and licked the precum from the tip, tasting his brother's sweetness, and remembering all the times he'd tasted it in the past. Ben licked James' shaft top to bottom and then took James' cock into his mouth, still gripping the base. He used his other hand to stroke James' balls and started sucking the length of James' cock, taking it all in on the fourth time up and down. James had sunk back into the sofa, head thrown back in delight. One of his hands was gripping Ben's hair, trying to dictate the pace at which Ben sucked; the other had worked under his thigh and he was playing with his hole, using his spit as lube, running his finger around the opening and starting to press one finger up his channel. The double stimulation of Ben's mouth on his cock and his own finger in his arse was going to be too much for James soon. He could feel his climax building in his balls like a tidal wave. He knew he couldn't stop it. He didn't want to stop it. He warned his brother just in time; `gunna cum'. Ben heard and dove deep onto James' cock one last time before James squirted ropes of cum into his mouth. Ben could feel the cum being pumped into his mouth and down his throat, could taste it on his lips, and he loved it, was hungry for it. He sucked the last drop of cum from James' cock, intent on not missing a single drop. Ben looked up into James' glassy, happy eyes. James had released his hair at the same moment he had released his cum. Both hands were now lying next to his thighs. `Fuck me,' he said, grinning, `fuck me like you used to'. Ben didn't need a second invitation. He stood up and over his brother, lifting James' legs by the ankles so that his knees were near his shoulders. James hooked his arms around the back of his knees. This exposed James tight hole, already loosened and made wet made his own fingering. Ben positioned his cock at James' hole and pushed his cock in. James had been fingering himself regularly over the past year, but hadn't had a cock up there since his brother, and his fingers were not as big or hard as Ben's cock. He squealed in pain and delight as the familiar length of Ben's cock entered a hole that had forgotten slightly, but would remember quickly, what it meant to be fucked by a cock. Ben drove in and out of his brother, fucking him hard into the sofa, all his need and desire, everything he'd missed and everything he loved about his brother being put into this fucking. His hands were gripping James' hips, giving him purchase. James was laughing and shouting, `yes, yes, yes! Fuck me! Harder Ben! God I've missed this! Fuck me!!' Ben was pounding James' hole, loving the tightness of James' arse as it wrapped around his cock, the warmth of his brother's body. James cock was hard again. Ben knew James would cum again, knew they would cum together. James had always been very sensitive to anal orgasms and Ben had found his prostate with the first thrust of his cock. It didn't take long for Ben's orgasm to rise again. As he felt himself teetering on the edge, James shouted `gonna cum again!' and shot a load onto his stomach. Seeing his brother cum again was enough to set Ben off. He pulled out and blew his load onto James's stomach, their cum mixing on his stomach. Ben, his knees suddenly weak, collapsed onto the sofa next to James and threw his arms around his brother, embracing him tightly. `I love you James', he said simply. `I love you too Ben. Merry Christmas', James replied.