Date: Mon, 14 May 2012 00:59:25 -0400
From: A Le <writera.le@gmail.com>
Subject: I Drive Your Truck Part 5

*This story evolved differently than I had originally planned it. It became
sadder than I had intended, but once it went that way, I felt the need to
finish it that way. While there is some sex, it's minimal. However, if you
want stories with more sex, e-mail me and I'll send you my list. Comments
welcome*

Things with my brother over the next few years stayed the same after that
day in the field. In secret we would meet, in the barn, in the field, where
ever we could, whenever we could. He was married, and although I really
loved my sister in law, I loved Mark more than anything. I did everything
for him on the ranch when it came to the books and managing our money. He
took care of managing the rest of the place. It worked well for all of us
involved.

Eddie had come home once when he was on leave, but he was sent overseas and
we heard from him now and then, whenever he had the chance to give us a
quick call. I missed him something terrible, my other half. But my time
with Mark made it less painful, and for several years, we were all happy.

One night I was lying in my bed, and Marks wife was out of town for a
couple days with some friends. Mark came into my room that night, and slid
into my bed. He didn't say a word as his fingers started to stroke over my
back lightly. I smiled in the darkness, because Mark claimed to be
straight, claimed to be in love with his wife, but he was addicted to sex
with me, he couldn't stop it from happening no matter how hard he
tried. And after all these years of fucking me, he didn't even think about
it anymore. He fucked me, and went on about his business.

His fingers moved further down my body, slipping under the blankets and I
felt the rough tips rubbing between my ass cheeks, finding my tight,
puckered hole. I groaned softly as one of those fingers pushed slowly past
that tight ring of muscle and slid inside. It felt so good, I loved having
my brother inside me, touching me, caressing me.

Marks breath was warm over my ear, and I felt my cock growing hard against
the bed. "Mmmm.." I moaned softly, and I felt him pressing up against
him. He fumbled in my drawer and grabbed the lube he knew was there, and
soon he was slipping his finger inside me again, this time slick with the
wetness of that lubrication. It made me moan even more, and I spread my
legs a little, making it easier for him.

My brother was soon shifting, slipping between my legs. He pushed me up
onto my knees, my face buried in the bed. His fingers were tight against my
hips and soon enough I felt the hard swollen head of my brothers' cock
against my hole. I squirmed a little and pushed back against him,
encouraging him to fill me.

That was all he needed, and with a slight grunt, he pushed himself inside
me in one long slow steady thrust. It felt so amazing! I could feel every
long, hard, throbbing inch of my brothers' cock stretching me wide open. My
groans were buried in the pillow as he started a nice steady rhythm,
fucking into me nice and hard. This was one of those moments when I felt
how deeply I really loved my older brother Mark, and I knew he felt the
same, even if he'd never say it.

His fingers gripped my hips tightly, holding my round ass up and steady for
his fucking. His heavy balls smacked against mine with every thrust, and I
reached a hand down, slowly jerking myself off in rhythm with the pounding
he was giving me. Pre cum smeared over the tip of my cock and I used it to
lube my dick up, stroking myself faster.

Mark's breathing was picking up, and I knew he was getting close. I could
always tell by the way his fingers tightened on me, and his breath hitched
just so. I groaned a little louder, shoving myself back into every thrust
he made. "Oh god yeah, fuck me, fuck me harder!" I cried out to him, and he
gave me what I wanted, increasing those thrusts, forcing his dick as far
inside me as he could get it.

I felt myself getting close as well, and I jerked my cock hard, squeezing
it just so while my brother fucked my ass good and hard. When I came I
unloaded a steady stream of hot jism against the bed beneath me, up over my
chest, and one shot even hit me in the chin. I grunted with pleasure,
shuddering beneath my brothers' large body.

It wasn't long before I felt Mark exploding inside me, filling my ass with
his seed. He humped into me a little longer, groaning quietly. Mark never
was loud, never was a talker, but I knew he felt good from the way he held
me for a long moment when it was over. His body was warm, large, covering
mine, and we just lay there, breathing hard, slowly calming down. A few
minutes later Mark got up slowly, and headed out of my room.

A couple days later, I was out in the field gathering some of the cattle
that had wandered off on their own and I was bringing them back to the rest
of the herd. I was on horseback, and suddenly I got this horrid, sickening
feeling came over me. I didn't know what was wrong, but I just felt, really
bad. I knew something bad had happened. It wouldn't take me long to find
out. When I got back to the house there was a strange car in the
driveway. Mark was on the porch and he looked, well, upset.

I put the reins over a post and hurried over there, anxious to find out
what was going on.

But all it took was one look at the uniformed man standing there with Mark,
and I knew. I knew it as sure as I knew my own name. "Eddie." I breathed
his name out, and the look Mark gave me let me know that it was
true. Later, I found out what happened to Eddie. He'd been on a convoy in
Afghanistan, and his truck had hit a mine. He died instantly. But at that
moment in time, when Mark looked at me, I lost it. I hit my knees with a
scream of agony, and that was all I remembered for the rest of that day.

For a few weeks after Eddie died, things were weird around the ranch. Mark
was silent and angry all of the time. He stayed away from me, and I had
never felt so alone. Eddie was gone, we had his funeral, and that was
that. And then one day Mark came to me, "Come with me." He said.

I followed him, and we went out to the barn where we kept Eddie's truck
stored while he was away. That damn truck that he and Mark and Dad had
fixed up way back when. It felt like forever ago, a life time ago. But Mark
told me to get in, and we got in, and soon Mark was driving us down all
those old back roads that me and Eddie used to drive down. Soon we were
both crying, and the windows were down, letting in the country air, and we
had the radio on, and we just drove around for hours.

When we stopped, we were parked in the middle of nowhere, a field out near
a stream and a small lake. Mark climbed out of the truck and stood next to
it, his big body breathing heavily, taking in deep breaths. I climbed out
slowly and moved over next to him. He looked down at me and tossed his arm
around my shoulders. I leaned into him and then he dipped his head and I
felt the slightest of a kiss against the top of my head.

Now Mark never kissed me. He wasn't gay, he wasn't into men, and he loved
fucking me, but it drove him crazy that he loved it so much. But right now,
we were both feeling the loss of Eddie, and driving his truck around had
been a way of letting our feelings out. I turned my head up toward my
brother and felt his mouth come down over mine in our first ever kiss. I
melted against him, wrapped an arm around his waist and held on tightly.

Mark was crying, I could feel the wet tears on his face, taste the salt
against our lips, and I held him so tight. We sank down into the grass
there beside the truck and soon our clothes were being yanked off, our
hands touching everywhere. I stroked my fingers down his hard chest
muscles, his lips roamed over my neck. Our passion, fueled by our sadness,
by our loss of our brother, consumed the moment.

Soon my legs were parting, and Mark was pressing my thighs back, he'd never
fucked me before while we were face to face, and I was so eager for
him. His cock stretched against my hole, and soon he was pushing inside me,
staring down at me. I stroked m y fingers up and down his chest, and over
his shoulders. I caressed along his arms, and started to arch up against
him eagerly. "Mark, please." I begged him, wanting more.

His hand reached down, and for the first time ever he started giving me a
real, honest to god, hand job. I moaned, watching his hand working my
flesh, and I lifted m y legs, wrapping them around Mark's waist
tightly. His thrusts were so deep, long, steady strokes in and out of my
ass. He leaned down over me , holding himself up with one arm next to my
head, and his other hand kept jerking me off. It was so out of character
for Mark, but we needed each other right now.

Our lovemaking lasted a long time, there in the grass next to Eddie's
truck, a lake a few feet away, the sun setting slowly. It was the most
amazing moment I'd ever shared with Mark. When it was over, we just lay
there together holding each other.

But I could tell, that Mark was upset with what we'd just done. He started
growing tense against me, and his voice was torn when he spoke. "Eric, I'm
not gay. I don't want this to happen again, we shouldn't be here together
like this. I know you're upset about Eddie, but this can't happen again."
He'd wanted to break it off with me, and now he had his chance to do it.

"It just isn't working like this for me anymore. I can't have you around
all the time. I just can't do this, I can't live this way any longer."

I felt myself starting to cry, felt tears running down my cheeks, and I
shook my head, "You can't do this to me Mark, you can't leave me
now. You're all I have! Eddie is gone! Our parents are gone, all I have is
you!"

He shook his head, sitting up now, getting dressed quickly. "I love you
Eric. I love you as much as a brother can possibly lover another brother,
maybe even more, considering all we've done over the years, but you need to
find your own way now, you can't hide here anymore."

I got dressed as well, crying the entire time. "Mark, please, just think
about it, don't decide right now. Please."

But Mark had already decided. He'd probably decided a long time ago. And
now he was firm in his decision. "No Eric. This, what's between us, it's
over. This is it. It's completely over. I love you." He climbed back into
the truck and started it up. I stood there, staring at him in the window of
the truck.

"Mark, please. I love you." I whispered to him, unable to deal with this
right now. But Mark was adamant. "Get in Eric, let's go home."

I shook my head, stepping back. "I'll walk." It wasn't really all that far,
maybe two miles tops, and it was nice out, and I could just get some air,
clear my head. Mark stared at me then he shook his head and he peeled out
of there.

I look back at that moment now, and wonder if things had gone differently
if I had just gotten in the truck. If I had kept talking, or made him stop
and talk things out more. But once a choice is made, there isn't any way
you can change the past.

On my walk back to the ranch I cut across a few fields as a short cut. I
heard the sirens on my way, but I didn't think anything of it. Until I came
out of a field, and just up ahead I could see an ambulance, a few police
cars. And then I saw Eddies truck. It was smashed into a telephone pole on
a sharp curve on the side of the road. I started running, and I don't
remember much else after that.

In a matter of weeks I lost both of my brothers. Mark didn't make it from
that accident. Eddie died in combat, and they left me at the ranch by
myself. My brother's wife was devastated, and she left soon after Mark was
buried, went back to her own family. I hired out two guys to work the farm,
until I could decide what I was going to do.

I knew I couldn't stay on the ranch any longer. It was so lonely there, a
home where once had been a family of 5, and now there was 1. I missed Eddie
and Mark more than I ever thought possible. I felt like I had a hole in my
heart, and I didn't know how to fill it back up, or if it could ever be
filled again.

Eventually I found someone interested in buying the old place. I sold it,
paid off what little debt was left, and I got Eddies truck fixed. It hadn't
really had that much damage in the accident. What had killed Mark was him
going head first through the windshield, without a seatbelt on.

But I got it fixed, and I packed a few things I put in the back of the
truck, and I started to drive. I headed down those back roads first. I said
goodbye to Eddie, and to Mark, to my parents. I said goodbye to my
childhood, to the only place I'd ever known. And then I headed out of
town. I didn't have any destination in mind. I had a lot of money from the
sale of the ranch, and I had all the time in the world.

I ended up just driving across country, stopping at anywhere that seemed
interesting, staying in hotels or out in the open. I drove for months,
without any kind of goal in mind at all. One day, I came into a small town
just outside of a larger city. The place was quaint, and it was nice out,
so I parked Eddie's truck and walked down the main street. There was a
little coffee shop with those little tables outside, so I got some coffee,
and sat down in one of the chairs, just enjoying the sun on my skin and the
coffee in my belly.

After a long break, I got up slowly, stretching. I turned, to head back up
the street, and right there, coming toward me, was Josh. My old lover Josh,
from high school, that I hadn't seen or heard from in all the years since
he'd left town. He was right there, and he saw me at the same time I saw
him. I saw recognition wash over his face, and a slow smile curl up over
his mouth. I smiled the same way, and we walked toward each other and
stopped right in front of each other. We just smiled, and then wrapped our
arms around each other in a tight hug. "Josh." I breathed out, and he did,
too, "Eric."

Pulling back, we smiled, eyes looking each other over slowly. I said, "I
didn't know where you went." And he replied, "I'm right here. I've been
here the whole time." I glanced up the road, then back down the other
direction. Such a quaint little place, and here he was. When my eyes came
back to his I realized our hands had locked together and I smiled again
slowly. "Got free time?" I asked. "All the time in the world for you Eric."
He said.

So after another long moment, I squeezed his hand tightly, and guided him
back to my brothers' truck, and that drive with Josh was the start of the
rest of my life.



The End