Date: Thu, 10 May 2012 13:21:57 -0400 From: A Le Subject: I Drive Your Truck Part 4 **This is a love story between brothers. There is more story than sex** He had me pinned up against the low wall between two stalls in the barn. We were both covered in sweat, it was hot inside the barn, but we were making it even hotter. Beneath my booted feet soft hay crunched, and I was gripping the wooden divider tightly, breathing heavily. Behind me I could hear him, panting, and when I closed my eyes I could picture his strong, muscular body, tanned from working outdoors so often. His muscles moving beneath that tan skin perfection. His dark blond hair would be plastered against his forehead with the sweat. I could see in my mind his jaw clenched just so, and a look of pure pleasure on his face. My own platinum blond hair was damp against my neck and forehead. I had sweat rolling down my back, and the knuckles on my fingers were white, I was gripping that old wood so tightly. The rest of my six foot frame was naked, save for those boots. My own body slender muscled but not like his. I had just enough muscle to give some definition, and a farmer's tan that showed how dark my arms were compared to my white ass. I gave a toss of my head back with a loud cry when another hard thrust sent his long, thick, and vein covered cock inside my tight ass. No matter how many times he fucked me, it always felt so thick, so huge inside my body. I moaned when he pulled out, pushing back toward him, only to receive another hard, demanding thrust. The rhythm was steady, and our moans and grunts filled that hot barn. Mark would pull out of me with a loud grunt seconds before he came, and shot his hot seed all over my ass and up my back. I was disappointed he pulled out, but I loved the feel of that cum on me. Loved how hot it felt, how sticky it would be. Seconds after he came, I shuddered, and shot my own load up against that wooden wall with a groan. My thighs were quivering, my entire body trembling from how quick and intense the fucking had been. Just when I thought Mark was done though, he shoved his dick back up inside my ass. I groaned, lowering my head between my shoulder blades, breathing deeply. "Fuck." I muttered, not having expected that. I felt his hand stretch up my back and grip my longer hair tightly in his fist. Seconds later I could feel warmth spreading through my ass, moving inside me, and I realized he was pissing inside my well fucked hole. I grunted and my hips squirmed. Mark tightened his hand in my hair and yanked my head back. His mouth was near my ear, his voice a deep growl, "When I'm done you need to turn around and clean me off." I moaned my agreement, my eyes closed. I loved when mark made me do things like that. Loved when he gave me a little bit more than he normally did. In the months since our parents had left, and Eddie had joined the military and shipped out, Mark and I had been living together on the ranch, trying to get things done, to keep everything organized. We fucked almost daily, sometimes several times a day. But it never went beyond a hard fuck. Mark was not loving in our sexual moments, and he never spoke about them when we were working or eating our meals together. Mark acted like it didn't happen, he didn't want it to happen, and so he pretended it didn't. He would fuck me hard, then get dressed and go on about his business. Sometimes he let me suck his cock clean, sometimes he let me snuggle up against him at night when I woke up with nightmares, devastated by the loss of our family. But for the most part, I was a hole that my brother used to find pleasure in, and nothing more. Most of the time, I didn't mind. I could feel his piss slowing down inside me, and then he pulled out and I could feel it starting to run down my thighs. I turned around and dropped down to my knees in the soft hay and wrapped my mouth around his cock, cleaning it eagerly. I loved tasting him, loved the way he smelled, like sweat, and ranch work, and a scent all his own. I buried my nose in his dark blond pubes, breathing him in as I sucked his cock clean of my ass. He only let me do that for a few short minutes, then he pulled back and reached down, pulling his jeans back up. "Get dressed we gotta go fix that fence out on the north pasture." And just like that, it was over. This was how things went. We fucked, we worked. We fucked again, we worked more. The days and weeks and months passed. A few months later, Mark met a girl. Her name was Mary and she had moved to town not so very long ago and was taking over the veterinarian office. I knew right away that Mark liked her. She was petite and dark haired with big blue eyes and the sweetest thing you'd ever met. I liked her, too, but not the way Mark did. Things started to change between us, when Mary came into our lives. Sometimes we would go a few days, before Mark would fuck me, which was new considering we'd fucked nearly every day for a long, long time now. Mark started spending free time with Mary, he started taking her out on dates, started inviting her over to the house, and then came the night when he didn't come home. And he started staying with her at her place. I was completely devastated all over again. I loved Mark, he was my brother, but I loved the way our lives were. I didn't want it to change. But it was changing, and there didn't seem to be anything I could do about it. I didn't try to talk to mark about it at first. We'd never talked about our sexual relationship before, and it was hard to bring it up now. But I missed him fucking me; I missed our times alone together. One night I woke up with a nightmare in the middle of the night. I crept out of my room and down the hall to Marks. I opened the door, let myself in. I crawled over into his bed slowly, next to his big, sleeping body, and I slid under the blankets quietly. I felt him turn; wrap his arm around my waist. His mouth was near my hair. "Mary." He breathed out, and I froze completely. He'd said her name, and I felt my eyes well up with tears. His hand roamed down my body, but he must have realized it wasn't Mary because he came awake a little more, and his hand stopped moving. "Eric." He said quietly, and I tried not to cry, tried so hard. "Eric we can't do this anymore. You can't come in here like this. It isn't right. I'm sorry I let it go on so long. But we can't do it. I love you. You're my brother, and I love you. But we have to stop." I shook my head, tears falling down my cheeks. "Please Mark, please don't say that." I begged him, and I tried to kiss him, I tried to wrap my arms around him. He grew angry with me, and tried to shove me away, but I clung even tighter to him. We were soon wrestling on that bed, and he was angry. I felt it in the way he squeezed my arms, trying to get me off of him, and suddenly he rolled me over and shoved his cock inside my ass so quick it took my breath away. His breath was hot against my ear, "Is this what you want? You want this? Is this it?" He growled, and slammed inside me hard. His thrusts were fast, vicious. It reminded me of that time so long ago when he'd fucked me so hard. But I didn't want it like this. I didn't want it with him angry at me, and punishing me. But that's what he did. He punished me for wanting him, punished me for making him want me, and he fucked me so hard I felt as if my body was being ripped in half. The pain tore through me, and I screamed as he fucked me. It was over within minutes, his cum inside my bleeding ass, and I lay against the bed crying, shuddering. Mark was still angry though, and he leaned down, his voice so angry, "This isn't going to happen ever again Eric. Don't ever come into my bed again, don't ever try to entice me again, it's over." Sobbing, bleeding, I left his room after that. The next few days were hard for me; Mark acted like he always did, as if nothing had happened that night. I had a hard time walking for a couple days. I felt empty inside. I'd lost Josh, I'd lost my mother, my father, Eddie was in the Army and gone, and now Mark had pushed me away. By the time three days had passed, I was starting to wonder if I should just go ahead and leave the ranch for good. But Mary arrived that day, and I found out that Mark had asked her to marry him, and she'd said yes. They were going up to the courthouse to get married, Mary didn't have much family; she didn't want a real wedding. I went with them, to be a witness, and I signed the paper, and smiled, and congratulated them. But on the inside, I felt empty. With Mary and Mark married, she moved in to the ranch house with us. I stayed on, I don't know why, but I did. I stayed on, and kept doing the work I'd been doing, but I was unhappy. Nothing cheered me up. Mark knew this, he knew I was unhappy, but he didn't know what to do about it. He was married; he didn't want anything to happen between us anymore. And I kept my distance. A few months after they were married, I was out in the east field, working on a few fence posts that were in need of repair. I heard the sound of a horse approaching, and glanced up to see Mark there. He'd been working out in the south field so I was a little surprised to see him. I was down on one knee, and I leaned up a bit from the post, lifting my hat off my head to wipe some sweat away and placed it back down on my head. "Hey." I said quietly. Mark slid down off the horse, tossing the reins around the fence and he came over toward me. Suddenly he reached down, grabbing the back of my head. "I can't stand you this depressed." He said down to me, and he pressed my face right into his crotch. I whimpered, a shudder running through my body. I dropped the hammer in my hand and reached up, quickly unzipping his pants. I reached inside, pulled his cock out and soon I had my mouth around it. He kept his fingers gripping the back of my head, and he forced me to swallow that hard length down my throat. I licked all over that gorgeous shaft, covered it in my saliva, and pressed kisses everywhere and he sucked hard. Mark stared down at me, soon forcing my head up and down, back and forth on that prick. He was pushing his hips forward, forcing his dick down my throat, fucking my face. He smelled so good, so manly, that deep sweat smell, a little faint trace of soap, and hay. I felt my own hard cock inside m y pants, trapped, aching, but I didn't care. Right now all I cared about was my brother's dick down my throat. When Mark came he let out a growl, forcing that seed down my throat, and pulled out to shoot the last little bit on my tongue, and against m y lips. I licked my lips slowly, breathing hard. Leaning in I pressed a warm kiss against the head of his cock. He stared down at me and put his dick back in his pants. His fingers went back to my hair, stroking slowly. "God Eric." He muttered, and he stepped back away. He climbed up onto his horse, giving me another long look, and then he rode off. I knelt there in the grass, the sun shining down on me, and watched him ride away. Inside my pants my cock throbbed, and I pulled it out and jerked off there in the grass, thinking about how good his cock had tasted inside my mouth. Comments welcome. Part 5 coming soon.