Date: Mon, 29 Feb 2016 01:15:31 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101@yahoo.com
Subject: Discovering Our Dirty Side

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*****

"OK, hold my beer, lemme give this a shot," he said as he fumbled with the
snorkel. "And don't drink it! In fact..."

Before he put the mouthpiece in, he pursed his lips, and let a long, thick
rope of his spit drop into the mouth of the can, then handed it to me. I
got an instant bone in my board shorts, watching him do that. Yeah, I'm
kind of a dirty dude, I don't mind admitting it - to the right people, at
least. I'd been on and off the rail ever since we got to Hawaii, something
about the sun, the warm sea, the fresh breeze, and yeah, of course, how
good Chip looked, all muscled up and tanned, his stubble turning into a
nice scruffy vacation beard. He looked like a man, the big college kid
giving me a glimpse of the man he was fast becoming. I liked it a lot.
Liked him more than a lot.

"There," he said as I took the beer can from him. "Beer insurance," he
chuckled, with a wink.

Shit, I was a little buzzed myself. We'd scored a half-ounce of really nice
local herb from the valet at the hotel, and waking and baking on the
balcony of our room had become our routine. Between that and the seemingly
endless flow of beer and cocktails, the steady beat of the sun, I was
feeling half-fucked-up most of the time, and I didn't give a damn. So my
inhibitions were a lot lower than usual, which is what led me to bring his
spat-in beer to my lips as he stared, mouth open, ready to protest - then
slowly tilted it back. Fuck. I could feel the thick slip of his spit down
my throat amidst the half-cold beer, and the hardness of my cock threatened
to breach the surface of the sea around us. The spit thing was something
new I'd discovered about myself, an extension of the way I'd sometimes spit
into the palm of my hand while I jacked off, then feed it back to myself,
always inducing a trembling, moaning, spurting orgasm. Like I said, I'm
kind of a dirty dude, and it was hot as fuck to explore that.

"Dude..." Chip said, staring at me. I just grinned, reached down and groped
my big bulge. Since the folks had brought us on vacation, me and my big bro
had been having a good time together, and we were discovering all kinds of
new things about each other. Two nights ago, I'd gotten real fixated on the
way his toes curled when he came, as we jacked out a load side by side on
the balcony of our room after midnight, buzzed and horny and bonding.
Yesterday, I'd tasted his thick, salty fratboy cum for the first time, in
the shower, as his hands clutched the back of my head and I swallowed his
load, his incoherent moans echoing off the tile of the big shower. He'd
watched me jack my own load out into my cupped palm, then tilt my head back
and feed it to myself, adding it to his, swishing it around in my mouth
then swallowing it with a big grin. I was a little surprised when he bent
over and kissed me, snaking his thick, warm tongue into my mouth, tasting
me, tasting himself, tasting us together. And that's how we wound up
fooling around in bed half the morning, instead of going to surfing
lessons.

I gave him a sly look, cupped my palm, reached over to him, palm up.

"Spit, bro," I said in a husky, but commanding tone. Little bro giving the
orders. He looked at me, big sexy blue eyes a little pot-hazed through the
goggles he wore, but he didn't break eye contact as he pursed his lips and
spat again, thick and warm and slippery in my palm. I checked to see nobody
was looking our way, then leaned in and lapped it right up, smacking my
lips for effect.

"Fuck, man," he murmured. "That's... shit... that's fucking hot, little
brother."

I grinned real big at him. The big sexy stud was getting it, getting into
it. I knew he'd sucked a little dick, traded buddy handjobs a few times
before we came out here, but it felt like I'd just scratched the surface
with him. That underneath, he was a hot, lusty, kinda pervy dude just like
me. I could tell by the big, insistent bulge in his board shorts, a bulge
just like mine, the way he licked his lips slightly as we eye-locked
again. Maybe being thousands of miles away, in paradise, away from everyone
else he knew, with his horny, pervy little brother, he could loosen up a
bit. Play, Explore. Nobody else would have to know a thing.

It took no convincing at all to get him back to the room with me,
forgetting all about snorkeling and the sea and all that shit. We snagged a
few beers on the way back, locked the bedroom door, and took it deep. An
hour later, his big bare cock was up my tight jock ass, me grinding slow on
top of him, riding his big, thick young cock, him staring lustily, amazed
up at me as he palmed my big, smooth jock kid pecs, rubbed the hard muscles
of my thighs, lost himself in being with another dude fully. When I got a
mouthful of beer and leaned over him, lips pursed, his mouth opened
automatically, and I fed it to him in a cool, tangy, golden stream that he
swallowed hungrily. That made him fuck up harder into me, squeezing my
muscles tighter, and we traded two beers back and forth that way. And then
when we ran out of that, there was just one thing left.

"Do it, little bro," he moaned as I rode him hard. Sweat gleamed all over
us, a fog of salt and musk and pheromones all around the big, messed-up
bed. I grinned. Worked up a thick wad of it. Grabbed under the back of his
head, felt the sweat in his short hair, pulled him up closer. Took control
of him. His tongue was big, pink, eager, and I spat on it dead center,
making him growl-moan and fuck up into me even harder. So I did it again,
and again, and that tripped his trigger, made him growl and tense up, big
muscles bulging, and then shout.

"Fucking coming, dude!" he hollered, and I snaked my tongue into his wet,
hungry mouth as I rode the cum from him. The way he kissed me back, I knew
I had him, and the rest of this trip would be even fucking sweeter than it
already was. He got into it real quick, eagerly, and the next morning, even
I was stunned at the way he lapped his cum from my still-twitching hole, my
own load fresh and still hot across my sweaty bare chest, then leaned over
me and drizzled it, all slow, thick and creamy, into my mouth. Fucking
dirty. Fucking delicious. Fucking perfect.