Date: Wed, 24 Aug 2016 00:05:56 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101@yahoo.com
Subject: Early Decision

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*****

"Dude... are you naked?" I said.

I swear I wasn't trying to check him out. Really. But I couldn't help but
notice the way Brad looked, asleep on my couch. He looked good, real good -
he'd always been a cute little fucker, but now his features had started to
solidify, take a manlier shape. I could see the broader, tanned firmness of
his shoulders, his muscles firm and defined like you only get when you're a
teenager, all solid and conditioned from baseball and wrestling.

The blanket had puddled low on his waist, almost showcasing the firm
definition of his abs, his skin tan and smooth and stretched tight over
more of those hard, defined young muscles. Just a light scattering of fine
hair on his lower stomach, leading down under the blanket, where a solid
mound of young morning wood was just barely hidden. That was all
stare-worthy itself, but it was the glimpse of his bare hip, a hint of the
hard curve of his ass, that made me pause.

Brad opened his eyes at the sound of my voice, finally coming up from the
coma-like sleep he'd been in. He'd had a big day yesterday, what with the
long drive out here to Denver, then the campus tour up in Boulder, before
Mom and Dad dropped him off and retreated to their room in the Hyatt
downtown to do their own thing. I'd been happy enough to have him crash
here, if he didn't mind the couch for a couple nights - but sleeping on it
bareass was a little much. No matter how good he looked doing it.

"Hey, bro," he muttered sleepily, with a flash of that charming smile of
his that helped him get away with just about anything. "Uh... sorry, man. I
guess I'm used to sleeping this way now. Habit, I guess?"

Fuck, he really was growing up, though I guess I'd started sleeping naked
myself around his age. There was something kind of hot and adult about it,
just your skin against the sheets. Even in college, with a roommate, I'd
never really gone back to wearing anything, unless I was crashing
somewhere. But it was cool - my roomie was much like me, like that. Once
you get over the shyness about your morning wood tenting the sheets, things
get a lot more chill. A lot more free. Makes you feel like a man, you know?

But I wasn't expecting it from my teenage kid brother, and definitely not
while crashing on my couch. Wasn't expecting how good he'd look, either,
especially stretching out, those tight young jock kid muscles of his
flexing. I felt an instant warning tingle in my midsection, spreading
slowly down to my groin, and wished I'd taken the chance to hook up with
one of my fuckbuds before the family got to town, just to take the edge
off. I'd been busy with work, and it had been a little while since I'd last
had some decent dude time.

Brad shifted around, not making any move to get up, and when he stretched
his legs wide, the blanket falling away to reveal his muscular young thigh
and lightly furry calf, I swallowed hard. And again, when he crooked his
arm up behind his head, showing off the tuft of brown hair in his pit as he
smiled sleepily up at me. Even harder, as his... shit, his cock began to
peek out from under the covers.

"Dude... what are you doing," I said huskily. I wanted to move, and I
wanted to stare at him some more too. Didn't know what I wanted, really.

"I mean... I could get up, and put my undies back on," he said, still
smiling like the innocent I knew he wasn't. "If you want me to, bro. Or,
y'know..."

Then he stretched his foot out from under the blanket, and grazed my knee
with his big toe. A deliberate gesture. A provocative one. A confusing
one. Last time I'd been home, at Christmas, he'd been... weird around
me. Kind of forward. More than his usual confident jock-kid
manner... almost like he was testing out flirting with me. It had taken me
a day or two to realize it, and when I did, I'd made myself put some
distance between us. No matter how much I kind of wanted to flirt
back. He'd gotten really hot lately, after all. When I'd pulled back and
shut him down a little, he seemed kind of disappointed at first, but then
he mellowed out, and I figured it was just a thing, and we'd be fine. And
we were. Until now. That kid, the flirty kid, was back. The flirty little
brother, I reminded myself, but my cock apparently didn't care about those
distinctions. It was even more interested now than it was at Christmas.

I still thought about Christmas. Just about every other time I jacked off,
matter of fact. And I was weirded out, because yeah, my little brother had
been flirting with me, and I liked it. But more than that, it made me
paranoid, because it was like he knew - knew about my guilty secret, the
one that had had me jacking my cock since I was his age, or
earlier. Looking up bro-themed stuff on the porn tube sites. Devouring
Nifty stories about it. Imagining scenarios in my head. Sometimes just
generic brothers... and sometimes very specific ones. Fuck, how could he
know all that? Fuck... didn't he know he was killing me here?

I guess he did, and he didn't care, because his big toe was still tickling
against my kneecap, pushing up the hem of my shorts a little more, and he
was giving me that big, blue-eyed grin of his. Curious, and interested, and
down for anything. And then he very deliberately tugged the blanket down
even more, down to the middle of his athletic thighs, and I swallowed with
an almost audible click from my suddenly dry throat, because there he
was. Big-dicked, hard-dicked, and showing it all to me. That dark thatch of
his bush, the defined creases of the muscles pointing down to it, the tuft
of hair in his exposed pit, and most of all, that hard cock of his. Nearly
as big as me, solid, a good-looking dick that would feel good in your hand,
or your mouth, or...

Get a fucking grip, Scott, I told myself, and then all I could think about
getting a grip on was him, all of him, fresh-faced and smooth-skinned and
jock-muscled and all so available to me, right here and now. I was dimly
aware that my cock was throbbing like a migraine in my boxer briefs,
insistent and pounding and not to be ignored. It wouldn't go away on its
own. you had to do something about it.

Then the ball of Brad's foot brushed up over my shorts, up my thigh, up to
the straining, angled bulge tenting my shorts, and I grunted, and I was
lost.

"You little fucker," I growled as I all but pounced on him. He grinned
wider and chuckled with excitement, and then those sexy lips of his were
parting and I could see the moist, pink sheaf of his tongue, ready to meet
mine as his hairy, muscular young legs wrapped over mine and he let me fall
into him.

I swear it felt like he had four arms, four arms and four hands like
Vishnu, and they were all roaming over me and tugging at my shirt and my
shorts as we growled and grunted and kissed ever deeper. I had no idea
where he'd learned to kiss so good at his age, but I wanted to send whoever
it was a note of thanks and maybe a fruit basket, because my kid bro was
rocking my fucking world with his dexterous tongue and agile lips, that
husky, sexy moaning voice of his spurring me on as I writhed up against
him. I felt the hard, throbbing tube of his teen cock up against the bulge
in my hard-straining boxer briefs, as those hands of his explored the flesh
of my back, the hard mounds of my ass, the bulging muscles of my upper arms
as I held myself over him. I pushed my groin even harder up against his,
got a moan in response, and then the cheeky little fucker throbbed me,
throbbed his big young dick against mine. That got me leaking, that and the
taste of his mouth and his spit and the slashing thrusts of his tongue
meeting mine, as he cupped the grinding muscles of my ass, pulling me even
deeper and harder against his body as he writhed back up against me.

There was a strand of spit connecting our lips when I pulled up for air, my
hair all sweaty on my brow, his sweat sparkling on his forehead like dew. I
wanted to lick it all off, lick every fucking tight-muscled inch of his
sexy little ass. Then he kind of slurped up that strand of shared spit,
driving another husky growl from me, and leaned up to lick the excess from
my lips.

"Are you really sure about this, kid?" I panted.

"I've been thinking about this ever since I knew we were coming to
Colorado," he half-chuckled, his voice all sexy and husky and suddenly
manly. "I was rockin' a bone the whole drive down 70."

I pictured him in the back seat of the Yukon, palming the big bulge in his
shorts as they pushed westward on I-70, thinking of getting naked with his
brother, and I moaned and thrust my cockbulge up against him some more.

"And dude... don't fucking call me kid anymore," he said with that
grin. "Not when I'm about to let you fuck me. That'd just be weird."

I chuckled, and then gaped at him. He wanted me to... ah Jesus. I came in
and kissed him again. Had to know he was really here, this was really real,
that I wasn't dreaming. That this was really happening.

"Alright, dude," I panted when we broke off again. "But not on the couch. I
don't mind smelling you on it, but scrubbing cum out of this upholstery is
a bitch."

He laughed, kissed me some more, and then I grabbed his hand and dragged
him back to my bedroom. This was really happening. There wasn't another
moment to waste. His agile hands made quick work of skinning my
precum-smeared boxer briefs down and off me, and then we were back writhing
together again, both of us naked now, sprawling out on the rumpled mess of
my bed. His hands on my bare ass made my skin tingle, and when he reached
between us to take hold of my epic hardon, I could've shot there and then.

"Fuck, Scotty," he muttered. "You're just as big as I imagined, bro."

I throbbed my cock in his hand as I licked up the curve of his neck to his
ear.

"You been imagining this too, huh little bro?"

"This, and a lot more, big bro," he grinned. "Think I'm gonna apply for
early decision at CU for sure now, man. I got a lot I want to learn. You
think you could teach me some things?"

I growled, and kissed him again, loving how avidly he kissed me back,
opening the hand round my cock to make room for his too, squeezing and
stroking them together between us. His hard-muscled athlete's thighs spread
wide, then clamped round my sides like a promise.

"Bro, you got no idea," I panted between luxuriant, sloppy kisses. "But
sign me the fuck up. Let's get a head-start on this for when you move out
here."

Those many hands of his were back, stroking over my naked body and my
throbbing cock as he pulled me deeper into him again, and we spread
ourselves all over each other in a sprawl of brother muscles and skin and
lips and tongues, and set to work on his education in earnest.