Date: Sat, 29 May 2010 02:12:36 -0400 From: P B Subject: Driven To Distraction This is fiction, although I wished it had happened. Consensual incest between a adult brothers. Don't read if illlegal where you are or if this type of story makes you uncomfortable. Copyright retained by the owner of the email address provided. I don't know what it was about this early November day, but I was feeling pretty mellow until I went outside around 4PM. On my way to meet one of my friends for supper, that all changed. There was the usual Sunday vehicle traffic, but very few people out moving around. Those that were were raking leaves in their garden or walking down the street. It all seemed innocent. The first person I encountered was as I left my apartment building to go to my car. The early-30s guy who recently moved in on my floor was walking his dog near my parking spot. He was wearing a plaid jacket and vest, both of which were entirely undone and he wore no shirt underneath, putting his very hairy chest and round belly out for review. As I got closer to him, I noticed that his sports shorts were bulging out the front and leaving nothing to the imagination. I'd never seen him not wearing his usual t-shirt and baggy pants, so I was surprised at that revelation. His bubble ass walked by as he waved. Wow. A few blocks away, I noticed someone from my office who was working on the fallen leaves in his perfect garden. He was facing away from me. As I drove closer, he bent over to pick something up, and I got a full view of his pants accentuating his also-perfect ass and three large round bumps, telling me he dressed left and had big balls. Combining that image with the beard and pelted chest I saw at one of the office picnics, and the deep bass voice, I got a 3D vision of a hard-on starting. At a coffee shop drive-thru, a police car was in the lot, getting their wake-up call for the evening shift. I know these guys probably wear a cup, but that low-slung utility belt pushed one guy's crotch out invitingly. I swooned a little inside when the man in uniform adjusted himself absentmindedly, showing a bit more definition in that area. His partner was a broad chested man with a mustache. All I could think of was being spit-roasted by billy-sticks. On the corner just before my friend's place, a fairly large chubby guy wearing track pants waited at the light to cross toward me. He got the green first. I like chubby guys, and when he started to walk, his pants bunched up on his right. The dick outline down his right leg was quite impressive, especially when he reached for something in his right pocket, pulling the pants tight. The dick was finely outlined, and thick. I looked up at his face, but he was looking away. When I got to my friend's place, I waited in the car a while so my own dick could calm down. The ever-present stoop-sitters at this building always stared awkwardly. I didn't want to announce my libido, and it was out there - hard and a little moist. Hopefully that musky scent of precum wouldn't be obvious. My friend is straight, and it's not a case of unrequited love from me the gay guy. We had known each other sinch high school. He knew I was gay, and I never felt any sexual overtones with him. Dinner was great, we talked about work and watched a few episodes of comedy shows. I still felt horny, but this wasn't the place to do anything about it. On the way home, it was entirely dark. I saw almost no-one until I got to a gas-station. Then I had the chance to stare at someone. A huge white truck was parked at the pump ahead of mine with out of province plates. The bushy-bearded driver had just gotten out and he was almost as tall as the truck. I love tall guys. Facing me, he was very broad-chested, dressed in black everything except blue jeans and white T-shirt, and everything black was leather: cap, tight leather jacket, fingerless gloves, a wide belt with a silver eagle buckle and tall boots. His fingers were thick sausages on a ham-like paw as he started to pump his gas. As I got out of my car still staring, he stepped a little toward me, adjusting the pump nozzle. I looked in the direction of the pump, and my eyes widened even more. It was huge. This might well be the only man I'd ever meet in my life whose crotch was proportionate to his height, his girth and meatiness. It stuck out like a blunt football from the v between his torso and mighty thighs. My eyes rose up his chest and I realized he was staring at me before I met his eyes. They were that blue that you get lost in, and I did. He cleared his throat a few seconds later and said, "Are you going to pump your gas?" Deep voice. Oh, here comes the hard-on! I took the nozzle from my pump and put it in the tank. I have no idea what octane I chose. My stance put me facing him again and then I noticed a rainbow coloured bear outline on the rear window. Perfect. I asked him how he was doing, and how long he was in town. The implication of course was to get him into bed somewhere. It was impossible to imagine the good fortune of a sexy beast on a horny night, rather than the sometime grainy video of the online chat room. "I'm visiting family, but I have a hotel room." Directly to the point. Good. "Ah, so you know your way around town?" "Yeah, but I just got in and want to relax. Any good places around here to relax, if you know what I mean?" Direct to the relaxation of getting off, I thought. "Not many for our type." Then came his disarming smile. "I see subtlety hasn't fully abandoned the scene in this place." "A rainbow bear decal isn't exactly subtle." His eyes crinkled in laughter. "To us, perhaps. All paid up?" "Paid at the pump." "Sounds like a bad gay escort joke." We smiled at each other, exchanged names (full names!) and then he told me to follow him. Back in our vehicles, he started driving in the direction of my area of town, stopping at the local hotel a few blocks from my house. It seemed like an odd choice. He was well-dressed in that leather and that truck was new and clean. Why would he stay here in the slightly-seedy and overpriced burbs? I guess it was close to family. He confirmed that a little later when he was making phone calls to his brother, who apparently only lived a few streets over between here and my building. We then got separate showers (very small stall), I had a bit of a stare at bulging underwear and a very furry red-haired chest, back and flat-top as he went in, and a bowed-out towel when he returned. Then I took one. My body wasn't as impressive, but I still had a slight hard-on that hadn't gone away in the drive over here. It was hidden by the towel when I came back to the room, but that didn't last long. The first thing my chance-met man did was pull me down to his side and kiss me, wrapping me in his arms. As I fell into that position, the towel dropped. Even thought I had showered, new precum was dripping out, wetting his towel. The friction against his erstwhile loincloth really turned me on, on top of the tight embrace and powerful tongue wrestling with mine. I ended up on top, sitting on his towel, my ass cheeks pushed slightly apart by the mound of his crotch beneath me. I tugged at the cloth, lifted myself and it fell free. The assault on my ass began almost immediately. Repositioning myself so the cockhead rested on my pucker meant lifting my ass straight up several inches! He passed me lube and I squeezed it on his stiff member and my ass and slowly slid down. The pain was hard to get past at first. He was thick and long and very turgid. My ass was tight by comparison. He pushed in, I nearly fainted with the wave of pleasure pain, then he hit resistance. I pushed out a little and he slid in almost all the way. Spots appeared before my eyes as I adjusted after that shock. Once I'd regained myself, he smiled at me and started to slowly thrust. This man may have had the body of a fighter, but he was certainly a lover. It got a little rough when he started thrusting faster, but that was because he was strong and could throw me up with his bunched muscles. I let gravity do a lot of work. Sweat was pouring off both of us when he finally let out a roar of passion, went stiff and bounced me up on his dick one last time. His hands clamped my hips down and he started thrusting his hips hard, slapping my ass with his hairy thighs and pushing in for all he was worth. A few seconds later, when my ass felt like it was rubberized he came with another roar. I never counted, but I remember being surprised by how many strong shots there were. He growled the entire time he was coming, and he didn't even wait to catch his breath. I like it when a guy lets his cock get soft and fall out of me. He was still hard when he bodily lifted me off his dick and dragged me up to his chest. That's a feat! He had incredibly strong arms to lift and pull me up like that. I thought he was going to suck my dick, but instead he lifted me a little farther, scooted down a little and started to felch his load out of my ass. I thought I was going to be apoplectic with ecstacy. His beard and mustache hair was stiff and tickling my raw ass and jellied thighs. His tongue was in so deep, I could feel it in my pucker ring when I tried to flex it, and I could feel his juice spreading over my ass and thighs again. When he apparently was adequately lubed with his own seed, he pushed me back little by little, scraping his face and tongue over my perinaeum, tonguing and mouthing my balls almost both at the same time, niggling up my cockshaft and finally his tongue swirled around my cockhead and he sank his lips almost all the way to the base of my dick. I found feel my dick bending at the back of his throat and he did not gag. I got up on my knees and reversed myself, facing away from him. His mouth never left my dick. When I was facing his dick and playing with it, he pulled my ass down, forcing my cock all the way into his mouth and just kept bouncing me into his face, my balls on his nose. I felt my cock expand and burst, seeding his throat. He pulled me up quickly and took most of my load in his mouth, holding me while I flailed at the extended onslaught of pleasure. Then he pulled my face toward his and we shared my cum in one of the longest kisses of my life. His cum was mixed in there too and I was entirely spent when we finally broke apart. He had the largest tender grin on his face and when he moved in again, I could feel his dick once again hard, if it had ever gotten soft, but not as hard as before. He asked me if I was ready for another go. His bedside clock said 11PM, and, glad I didn't have to work on the Monday as it was a holiday, I asked if he could fuck me to sleep. He laughed and obliged me in a long tender session. After he slid out of me, we just lay there, me warm in his arms. He grabbed my hand in his, and laughing said, "By the way, I'm Trent. Please to meet you." I responded, "I'm Paul. I'm glad we met. Mind if we sleep in?" "No, but my brother is coming over in the morning. We'll try not to wake you." "He's not going to be weirded out by a naked man in his brother's bed?" "Not at all. You might be surprised." I started to ask "Why?" but sleep claimed me very quickly. Blearily I opened my eyes to the knocking at the door. I didn't entirely wake up, but I knew that Trent had uncurled his sticky nakedness from me and went to answer. His brother came in, and I had this vague idea that I recognized the voice as they started to talk quietly, but I dozed again. I slowly raised from sleep some time later. There was a very pleasureable sensation around my ass. There was a warm tongue in my crack. I lifted my leg to give better access and just enjoyed Trent's attention. It took a few things sinking in to make me realize this was different. There was no scratchy beard. It was a soft beard on my skin. The tongue was rougher and the hands I felt were smaller. As I processed that someone other than Trent was at my ass, Trent's freshly showered body walked into my vision before I could turn my head. He dropped his towel and pushed his cock between my lips. I gave in to the pleasures at both end and started sucking. After a few minutes, Trent said "Try out his ass, bro." Again that voice I couldn't connect: "It sure tastes good. I bet it's your cum I'm tasting here." "Sure is, but you have a go and I'll clean up." Then a new dick was at my pucked. It was already lubed up and in it slid. I was pretty loose from last night, but I could tell it was thick, if not as long as Trent's. "Sweet, bro! This is just right. Thanks for opening him up." I realized then that Trent's real life brother was fucking me, and that they've done this before. A few minutes later, Trent pulled out of my mouth far enough to lean over to his brother at my ass. I heard the kiss, rather than saw it, but I could tell it was deep involving tongue. My fantasies about playing with real life brothers was coming true! Trent's brother didn't take as long as Trent to get off. His jizz was pasting my ass walls relatively quickly. Trent was still hard in my mouth, and I had already poked a wet finger into his ass and was massaging his prostate. "Brother" said he'd just clean me up himself, and I felt that now familiar tongue felching out the seed and I pushed a nice gush back out for him that made him moan. After a few minutes, he joined me at Trent's dick. i had my eyes closed but I could sense his face near mine. His tongue licked my lips letting me taste his cum from my ass. When Trent's dick slid out of my mouth temporarily, Brother got in the way, taking it and coating it with jizz, then I got it back. When I opened my eyes, both of us were licking Trent's knob and Brother opened his eyes. Recognition hit. "Oh shit!" Poor Trent was momentarily forgotten. I reacted first, and said "Glen, you can't believe how I've wanted this!" Glen smiled and said "I knew you were, but didn't know how to approach. Trent has opened that door nicely." Trent said, "Talk less, suck more, explain to me later." Glen and I set to on Trent's dick again, with a little more fury this time, and I was in absolute heaven. I was sharing a huge cock with the brother of the cock owner. That was one fantasy. The other fantasy was wanted to have sex with my bass-voiced coworker, and it was happening, both at the same time. When Trent finally blew his load on our faces, we eagerly shared that cum in deep kisses, and Trent bent down for his share in a three-way lick. "The boy hasn't come yet, Trent." "I know, bro. Let's fix that." Glen and Trent both lay down with their chests against my torso after propping my head up with all the pillows from the bed, ensuring I could watch everything they did. Their asses were out on either side, so I lubed up both hands when they passed it to me, and started working both of their asses simultaneously as they tag-teamed my dick. If I thought I was hard last night with just Trent, now I was super-rigid with not just two suckers, but two sexy-as-hell real-life brothers sharing my dick. First one, then the other took my dick deep in the mouth while the brother nibbled down the shaft. They settled into a game, one stroke each, seeing who would get the creamy flow on his turn. They lifted my ass a little, both with one lubed finger pushing at my pucker, pulling in opposite directions. It didn't take long when that started. I don't remember whose stroke it was because they quickly both were at my dickhead sharing the pumping load, kissing each other while my dick spurted on their writhing tongues. A brief nap then a few showers later, we were all clean again. Trent and Glen told me how they'd been fooling around since high school after getting the "sex talk" one day from their father while their mother was out for the day. They even related how their father demonstrated masturbation as they looked on in shock at their father's load of cum squirting out. He told them that they'd have to figure out sucking and fucking on their own. He didn't think they'd use each other, but when he caught them at it one day, he stayed to watch and they let him. Their father masturbated and let them masturbate him, but that's all they ever did with their father, and only that one time. He gave them his blessing on their sexual activities, told them to keep it quiet from Mom and never spoke about it again. Trent moved out for college, and sex with Glen only happened when they visited each other, although it was near constant the year they were both on the same campus together. Glen later got married and labelled himself privately as bisexual. Trent was gay. When Trent came home, he always rented a hotel room, because Glen's wife wouldn't approve of their sexual relationship if she knew. They invited me to stay as long as I wanted, but there was something they had to do, and that was to simply make love to each other as they always had. Trent was leaving at checkout time to go to another city for a business meeting, and this was the only time they'd be able to get together. For the next two hours, I watched the two brothers get it on - fucking, sucking, kissing, wrestling, cumming, felching and sharing. When they were done, they both cleaned up, and Trent packed. We kissed each other goodye in the hotel room, and then Glen and I watched Trent leave outside. Glen turned to me as Trent's truck disappeared from view. "Well, I have the day off and my wife isn't expecting me back for a while. The children are at the sitter's. What do you want to do?" I replied, "Let's go back to my place." A few hours later, we were coming down off a slow sensual high of sex. This time, I had fucked him and sucked his cock, sharing our cum. We kept meeting off and on. We kept it quiet at work, although I noticed he had hard-ons and he wasn't shy about pushing his legs open showing off his bulge and adjusting himself when I was standing at his cubicle door blocking the view from others. When Trent came to visit, he no longer rented a hotel. He stayed with me. And there's me. I never looked for a permanent lover. With two part-time brother lovers, life could't be better.