Date: Mon, 25 Aug 2014 13:54:59 -0700
From: odanny dannyo <odannyoh@hotmail.com>
Subject: Georgia Brothers

I don't know what made the moment special, but I do remember the day, a
stifling hot GA day, the clothes on our bodys wet and clung to you like wet
gauze, we had had it, so each of us showered. He in our room, and me in mom
and dad's shower.

When I finished my shower I walked to the living room naked just enjoying
what bit of a breeze was available, I didn't want to ruin the "natural"
drying process, and getting dressed would only invite the clothes to stick
to me.

My brother was sitting on the couch as naked as I was,, we did have a
tendency to run in the same mindset.

That in and of itself was no wonder to us, but instead of sitting in the
chair, I sat next to him on the couch. No words between us, just the joys
of being semi-wet and basking in the glory of the nakedness.

We were typical teens; hormones running wild, but never brought on by each
other.

That's went it happened one of us boned up, memory doesn't serve me well as
to who, but the other reached out and touched the hard cock next to
him. Nothing was planed no one was in charge, certainly neither of us was
an aggressor.

The kiss was automatic and in slow motion as if to prolong the "what was
about to be", the duel of tongues was hot but not feverish, but certainly
hotter than the GA day.

It was a no holes barred interaction, tender and yet hungry, passion but
built on something only what sudden love was, between us.

We kissed maybe our very first kisses, we admired each others young firm
skin, touched it with out fingertips, which became hands on.

As if on cue we were holding each other's flaming hot cocks and one and
then the other engulfed the other's burgeoning manhood. We could have only
been 13 years old or so. We took turns enveloping each others teen
hard-ons, and then it became a 69 suck.

We both came at the same time, not too long a time from it's beginning, as
teens are so likely to do. There was no announcement of our impending
climaxes, there was no surprise to either one of us, we knew we would want
the taste; the swallowing, and so we did.

Exhausted we sat up, next to each other our shoulders and thighs
touching. I think it was our greatest experience to this very day, (and all
that happened so many, many years ago).

By swallowing each other the way we did, it simply cemented our brotherly
bond. Nothing had to be said not then and it never was brought up in the
future, between us.

There was such a bond between us that whenever an occasion arose and there
might be some confusion as to what we individually needed to, a simple look
between us and we knew what was right for one another.

Wives and children grown or dead, in our 70's we came together again to
live out the remain years, months, days or minutes we had left, and we were
content, even in our silence.