Date: Thu, 19 Jan 2017 13:39:31 -0500 From: Bear Pup Subject: Karl & Greg 12 Please see original story (www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/karl-and-greg/karl-and-greg-1) for warnings and copyright. Highlights: All fiction. All rights reserved. Includes sex between blood-related men. Go away if any of that is against your local rules. Practice safer sex than my characters. Write if you like, but flamers end up in the nasty bits of future stories. Skip food-related paragraphs with (^) at the start. Donate to Nifty **TODAY** at donate.nifty.org/donate.html to keep the cum coming. ***** We ended from Greg's POV, having submitted to Karl's ownership, feeling betrayed and bereft: "Fuck, bro, I never imagined you be this great of a lay," my lover grunted. "I am never gonna be without this again. Best. Birth. Day. EV. ER." Each punctuated with a deep thrust that, in spite of myself, wrenched a moan from my throat. All of the shame and horror flooded back into me and I felt myself start to quietly weep. Karl either didn't notice or didn't care, and his pace increased. My eyes were not the only thing weeping; my cock was leaking like a faucet and, as Karl reached his peak, I was mortified to find my own cum flooding the sheet beneath me. Karl slid to the side and his prick left my ass with an audible "Plop!" as he returned to sleep. We take up with Karl's POV of the night's events. ***** Karl & Greg 12: The Flip Side M/M; intense incest; edging; oral; anal (cherry); domination? Man, I was so pumped I couldn't hardly drive. The night I left for the Indianapolis Motor Speedway internship, Pa had made me a promise that blew my mind. I was crushed when Mom passed from cancer. To compound the loss, the older brother that I idolised both looked so much like Mom that it hurt, and froze me out when she died. I cried a LOT to Pa, and he really took me under his wing. Pa had taught me to be a man. He taught me to please a woman, please a man, please myself. Like Pa, I was certainly bisexual. I wanted to settle down and raise a family, but I loved loved loved sex with a guy. He coached me through my first love and heartbreak, first lust and bedding the (admittedly slutty) girl, first crush and bedding that (amazingly needy) boy, and first conquest of a real man. Pa taught me how to find, suss out, woo, bed and satisfy men and women that caught my eye. What he promised me for the day I got back, the day of my 18th birthday, though... To put it bluntly, he promised me a virgin man-whore. A guy like Pa's own "Uncle Billy" (yeah, he told me of his own pressure-relief valve, a man who'd tried to seduce him and ended up his devoted bottom for over two decades), but one to take care of me and my own needs. He said that I'd be the first inside a willing, even desperate ass. He said I'd be the one that the guy 'imprinted' on and wanted, eventually needed, to serve. And he said it would be someone that I not only knew, but knew well. I couldn't wait! As instructed, I stopped cumming on Wednesday morning (I arrived home Friday evening), but spent every opportunity to edge myself. I was about to turn 18. ANY near-eighteen-year-old was a raging bucket of hormones, but Pa's instructions had turned me into a literal sex fiend. By the time I left the trailer that had been my 9-week home-away, I was a caricature of a panting lust-storm. But Pa's instructions went further. I was to edge myself *non-stop* on the two-hour drive back home. I near killed myself at least twice on that nightmare journey. I got home exactly when Pa had told me. It had just gone dark as the last of twilight faded when I pulled up and unlocked the front door. Pa had told me to be quiet so as not to 'spook the prey'. I could hear sex noise from Pa's bedroom and started loosening clothes as I scrambled quietly (yeah right) toward the seductive sounds. The first clear words I heard were in Pa's deep voice, "You ready to lose your cherry, sport?" FUCK YEAH! The response was garbled, I assumed Pa's cock was up his throat or balls were tea-bagging his mouth. Phrases like, "fuck me," and, "take my cherry," and, "YES!" broke through. Just as I reached the door, I heard Pa's clear if lusty voice, "You wanna get fucked?" A chorus in the key of "YES!" erupted with arpeggios of "fuck me" and "please". I opened the door and got the shock of my young life. Remember, I'd been holding my cum for nearly three days and edging for hours. I would have happily fucked a goat or a hedgehog or a pine cone. Even with that, what I saw was perhaps the sexiest think I'd ever imagined. Pa was leant over a pale and lithe man, fingering his hole and eliciting screaming moans. The bottom was nuzzling into Pa's junk between pleas for a fuck. "FUCK, Pa," I exclaimed, "what a view!" And it was. Long, lean, pale legs tucked up under Pa's armpits, Pa's cock dragging back from the man's mouth. The guy's arms were locked beneath the small of his back which really thrust the legs and crotch forward. What those legs framed, though, was nothing short of perfection. Globes of pale and quivering flesh around the perfect pink hole that Pa was stretching and probing with fingers from both hands. The obviously-cherry rosebud was puckering and clenching, winking at me, begging me to turn it from ass to pussy. I could see a respectable prick rising past the balls, but the BALLS! Full, red, churning... It belatedly dawned on me that Pa had not just secured my 18thy birthday present, he'd *wrapped it with red ribbon and a fucking BOW*! I moaned with desire. Now that I was in the room, the cries became more understandable. "Take my cherry. Claim me, Pa! Fuck me, please, Pa, please!" It made me hot to hear this stud begging and calling my father by the same name and Greg and I used. I couldn't wait to hear him use the same tone around my name. "Don't worry, son, you ARE Gonna get fucked. I think that is a given, and the next thing," locking eyes with me, "is gonna blow your fucking mind." The sub's head moved like a cobra striking to focus on me. His chest was phenomenal, taught and tight with prick-hard nibs. Hardly any hair. Pouty, full and luscious lips, obviously plumped by his recent service to Pa's dick. "You weren't kidding! That is one hell of a fine ass, Pa, and the rest of package looks amazing." "Welcome home, son. Happy Birthday. But take a closer look." It took me a few moments to understand what I was seeing. My eyes popped out on cartoon stalks and steam came out of my ears. "Oh my GOD! Holy fuck, Pa! Holy shit that's Greg! That is Sick! You don't, you can't, I couldn't!" Greg's eyes locked to mine, enmity, hatred, horror and territoriality mixed. He wanted Pa to himself. He expected PA to take his cherry. He wanted me gone. He wanted me dead. There was simply no way that I could fuck my own idol, it was simply wrong. I turned and went to my own room... And if you believe that for one second, you were *never* an 18-year-old male who'd been celibate and edging. I drooled! Greg obviously had no fucking clue what was about to happen here, and I was so fucking horny I could not care less. I really did, though, have mixed feelings. I had spent my entire youth trying to accomplish something he'd really notice. I am not as smart as Greg, so I tried to do all the things he didn't or couldn't. He had outshone me in every scholastic event since kindergarten, but he was also the rock that let me survive the minefield of middle-school athletics without failing every subject or getting harassed by kids that, at the time, were so much bigger than I was. Before Mom died, he would occasionally congratulate me on something; but after? Nothing. "Oh dear GOD, Pa, I never knew my brother had an ass like that! You weren't kidding! But are you sure he won't mind? And it's really mine? You promised me a virgin hole, but fuck, Pa, this is nothing I ever imagined! Best. Birthday. EVER!" My nervous chuckle and Pa's deep laugh melted together. Greg stiffened, every muscle rigid and frozen in place. Even though his lust-induced haze he had heard us banter about his fate. Suddenly, realisation struck and Greg erupted with a scream worthy of a Halloween film, "NOOOOOOOOOO!" That was followed by racking sobs and curses mingled together. I backed away. "I can't do this Pa, Oh my god! And is he always that loud?" "Actually, yeah, but usually there's a lot more begging than complaining. He has been screaming for cock for over a week, begging to get fucked. I taught you to be the best at that. He'll come around." Pa very effectively silenced Greg by sticking his dick back in Greg's throat. "He is the perfect sub for you, son. He loves this and he really needs a lot of attention. I know you can give it. "Did you follow instruction, sport?" "Oh dear fuck! I haven't cum since Wednesday and I have been edging the whole drive since I left Indy." My voice was shaky and threatened to crack for the first time since I was 14. "Oh, god, Pa, I nearly killed meself twice when I got too close to cumming and too close to the median at the same time, but I'm sooooo ready. FUCK, Pa! This is too much." "Get over here. But don't 'unwrap' it yet. That's for later." The chuckle had a visible effect on Greg. He stiffened and sagged at the same time (yeah, I know; you can't do both). Greg was making a lot of noises around Pa's formidable prick. In retrospect, I realise he was mortified and weeping at the trajectory of his sexual fantasy-become-nightmare. In the moment, I just thought Pa was right and he was as hot and desperate as I was; perhaps disappointed it wasn't Pa, but thirsting for the fuck he'd always needed. It took an embarrassingly-long time to extricate myself from my pants and shoes. The fact that I had crowbar jutting out between me and those articles of clothing did not help, nor that my eyes instantly returned to the rosebud that kept blowing me kisses any time I looked down to speed the undressing process. Note to self: Never take down work pants before removing boots. Finally nude, I moved forward and let my hands stroke down those amazing thighs. I felt Greg quiver in need (I figured out later that he was shuddering with revulsion; I was a lust-craze teenager -- sue me). I was panting in short gasps as I moved my aching cock into position. Pa's Voice of Command rang forth, yanking me to instant obedience. "STOP! "What the fuck do you think you're doing, son? Did I teach you NOTHING or did you forget EVERYTHING I've taught you in a few weeks at the Brickyard? What is the first rule, Karl?" I literally sobbed with frustration, but dropped to my knees. Rule Number One: Never fuck anything you don't eat out first. Greg shook in pleasure (sickly disgust) as I started a gentle rim job. Circling, twirling, teasing. His pussy-lips responded. They opened like a flower as I teased and twirled and poked into that tight and magic hole. I also tasted something sweet and realised that Big Bro's dick was leaking so hard the dogwater was literally *running down his crack*. What a TASTE! "Pa, can I fuck him, please! I can't take much more, Pa!" I was actually afraid I might nut without even getting to Greg's ass. "Yep, but like we talked about, sport." I groaned again and shot a desperate and pleading look to my father. "NO, Karl, if you can't do what I told you, gahn and I'll take care of it myself." Another deep groan escaped me, this one with a petulant whine beneath it. "Just the tip, Karl. Any more and I will blister you, birthday or no birthday. Just the tip. "I'll make it easier." Pa reached to the side and came back with something not easily identifiable. It dawned on me then that it was a rubber, tied at the top. "This is his own dogwater. I'll slick you up so you can fuck him with his own juice." Greg writhed in anticipation (horror) as Pa untied the rubber and began lubing me, Greg having taken care of the ass side of things with his own stream. Pa would work Greg's hole, then my cock. I think I turned into a rutting hound held back from a bitch in heat; I whined and panted and whined some more as Pa took his torturously-slow time applying God's Own Lube. Moans turned to deep, shuddering gasps as Pa teasingly coated my prick with Greg's dick-slime. If he rubbed one more time underneath, I would shoot. Pa knew it and timed it perfectly. "Go slow, Karl, and Just. The. Tip!" Greg was a study in contrasts. I could feel him tighten his ass to prevent me whilst his ass-lip reached out to kiss the crown of my manhood. I couldn't have stopped now if I'd been shot. I pushed forward and felt the pressure, resistance and surrender as it POPPED into place. I whimpered and groaned at the slick, velvet heat. I drew my hips back and Pa saw it, ready for it. He slapped HARD right above my prick stopping my advance. "PA! PA! You can't do this! PAAAAA!" He just chuckled. "No, Karl." My glans was locked between the outer and inner rings of Greg's ass. His ass --- THAT AMAZING ASS!! -- sucked and nursed and caressed the tip of my dick. His sphincter was literally making love to my dickhead. It was unimaginable. My dick was more sensitive than it had ever been. It was like I could read braille inside his ass. Every fold and muscle. Every contraction and release. "PaaaaAAAAA!" Pa pulled out of Greg's throat and leaned further forward, never allowing me to get one millimetre closer to my desperate goal. I distantly heard Greg moaning and crying something; I assumed he was begging for the same thing I was (oops). Instead, leaving the head trapped in Greg's anal vice, Pa started to frig up and down my shaft. My moans and whines went up an octave for each stroke until I think I was interfering with TV remotes. "One shot in, then I'm pulling you back and the rest goes on and around. You get me, sport? You even conscious, Karl?" My desperate an affirmative grunt was all I had. I could feel the head of my dick ALMOST penetrate to the inner sanctum, then the flange ALMOST pull out from the gripping lips, but Pa was a master. It took maybe two more strokes before my head snapped back. I even scared myself with a inchoate werewolf ROAR of release. Snot was flying as I chuffed and snorted and whipped my head about through my orgasm. True to his word, Pa held me in for one or two pulses of cum, then popped me just back. That last pop flipped the switch in my mind and I went into the most intense and prolonged orgasm I had ever imagined. I was vaguely aware of my cum exploding into the very aperture of Greg's ass, some probably going further but most backwashing around my dick and intensifying the sensation. When I finally began to breathe like a human, I noticed that Pa had moved to my side and guided my hands to Greg's ankles. I just stared at the sweaty and lusty-infused face of my older brother. I have never seen eyes "on fire" before, but I could sense the flames there and I was mesmerised. Pa's voice: "You ready, now?" I'm not sure I really processed the question. I was lost in Greg's eyes. The were the most beautiful things I had ever seen that they were, for the first time I could remember, paying attention to NOTHING but me. I snapped back with a squeal when Pa viciously flicked his middle finger against my still-churning left nut. "I asked, are you ready now, Karl?" He grabbed both nuts in an iron grip. I had never felt such lust, such power or such need. That werewolf still owned my voice, "Yes, Pa," it growled, "FUCK YEAH!" "Then let's bust this cherry!" Greg screamed in satisfaction (pain and rage) as I thrust forward, and my scream matched his and raised it a few octaves as I realised what Pa's grip on my nuts meant. I could either ravage Greg's pussy like every fibre of my being demanded and have my balls literally ripped off, or I could go at Pa's pace, a little at a time, weeping with frustration. I'm not sure which way I would have decided, but Pa took control. He pulled me back, whining, then let me thrust back in a little deeper until that brutal fist prevented any more movement. I'd moan or beg or scream each time, but he'd hold me there until Greg loosened up and accepted the extra inch. Again and again and again. It was the best torture I could even have dreamed. Pa was a GOD! When I bottomed out, Pa's grip reversed, preventing me from pulling back. I couldn't NOT move, but I couldn't pull back. I ended up fucking a tiny bit back and forth. I started to move side to side and around to increase the sensation my body craved. I was squeaking like a dog toy. Finally, I got hold of myself and began to breathe normally. Finally, Pa released me. I sighed, in to the point that my chest might burst then whooshing the air out until every ounce was gone. Pa said, "Slow, Karl, just like we talked about. Do this right, and this is a present that you'll both enjoy for a long, long time." It took everything I had to heed that assignment. I shuddered as I pulled slowly, oh so fucking, maddeningly slowly, back until I was just barely in that amazing ass. My first full, me-in-control-thrust was the greatest moment of my lie. The silky velvet and slick wetness was sublime. I could happily die with that sensation. Pa had moved back to Greg's head and resumed ownership of my brother's legs, allowing me to focus entirely on these wondrous sensations. Pa also started to croon praise and encouragement to Greg in his umble-rumble voice. Greg's noises of pleasure (pain and horror) turned to snuffles as he dove into Pa's musky crotch. I couldn't help it. This ass was so past perfect! I laughed and Pa chuckled with me. That laugh changed my angle of attack marginally and I suddenly felt my glans snap across Greg's prostate. A gurgling, desperate groan and a stretching of his chest showed me what I needed to know, "He likes that." "Yes, son, he surely does. Use it to really make him happy." Pa had taught me about this. Constant stimulation was fine for an end-game, but a lover (male or female) would get so much more out of it if the stimulation was random and inconstant. Now that I knew how to attack his love nut, I made sure the next couple of thrusts went elsewhere then returned to pummel across that button. From a pure sensation standpoint, it was all the same to me. The noises and wriggles those acts wrung from Greg, though, put this fuck into a whole new universe. He started to twist to try and trick me into stroking that spot and I toyed with that. Nose still buried in Pa's balls, Greg freed his mouth enough to begin to babble. "Yes. Oh, god yes! Like that. Like that. NO! Oh! Yes, there. No, no, back the other... mmmmm." His verbal cues were the perfect guide to tell me where I was sending him and where he desperately wanted to go (not that the two were identical). Pa's purring voice continued in Greg's ear, escalating in intensity whilst dropping in register. I knew I couldn't take a lot more. That one explosive cum was nowhere near enough to keep me from busting again, and soon! I found a rhythm that punched across Greg's walnut on the down-stroke and scraped back across when I went out. Greg basically started speaking in tongues. His head lolled left and right, drooling. He would plead then demand then beg then just moan and cry. It was intoxicating in a way I could never had understood before. This kind of submissive rapture can be described, but until you are balls-deep into a lust-crazed slut, you'll never really understand it. Magnify it tenfold with the realisation the person to whom you were giving this amazing pleasure was one whose attention and love you had craved since infancy, The power! The sheer ego-rush! Greg became more coherent and started to truly beg. "Please. Oh, please. Please. Please, Karl. Please, Pa. Please." I relished that for a couple of minutes as his pitch rose and my pace increased. "Please what, big brother? Please WHAT?" I could see the conflict resolve itself in his mind. Any part of Greg that held back from true submission leaked out with those tears. "Please fuck, me Karl. Please fuck me." "But I'm already doing that, Greg," I growled, almost a feral purr. I couldn't help myself; the rush of his capitulation was pure and potent. I then realised how much I needed my brother to need what I was giving. I rammed my dick hard into his love nut. "I have always loved you, even when you ignored me. What do you want, Greg? More important, what do YOU need? Tell me, big brother. I have always wanted to make your dreams come true." "Please, Karl, Fuck me deeper, harder. Please. And. And. AND! Let me, m, me cum, Karl. Let me c, cum with you in inside me!" "Why, Greg? You keep asking me to be nice. No matter how hard I worked, you just sniffed atwhat I accomplished. After Mom died, I was beneath your notice. I've lived in your shadow for years. I loved you, wanted you to care, wanted you to pay attention. Well, it seems like I've GOT your attention. Why should I let you cum so quick if tonight is all I'm ever going to get?" "AGH! Oh, God, Karl. Whatever you want. Just pleeeeeeease." I loved my brother and had always wanted his approval and praise. That long and drawn-out wail lit a fire in my soul. I started to attack him prostate. "Uhn uhn uhn let me let let me cum, Karl." "We'll both be cumming eventually, but I don't see any reason I should let you go this quick. Unless..." "Oh, FUCK! Unless WHAT, Karl?!?" "Well, you've always been kind of a bitch to me, Greg. I don't want to go back to that and I don't think you do either. If you promise to stop acting like a bitch, Greg, your cumming might be arranged. I will give you everything I am -- you can have as much of my dick as you want, everything you dream, everything you want. Just say you you'll pay some attention to me." I can't describe the emotions that tore across Greg's face then, but desperation won the battle for those fiery eyes. Greg whispered something and turned his face away. I heard only one word, "...bitch." "What, Greg?" The voice was Pa's, completely puzzled. "I'll be your bitch, Karl. Just let me cum." "Wait, that's not what I want!" Pa reached out and raised my eyes to his. "But it's what he needs, son." I was sputtering, totally at a loss with a dick and hips completely out of control. "Greg, I'm not sure you understand. I want you to stop treating *me* like a," --slam! -- "bitch. You want me to treat you like a," -- wham! -- "pussy? Why do you want to be my " -- punch! -- "pussy, cuz I'd settle for you being nice. We can fuck for," -- PUNCH! -- "years, bro. Just tell me it's okay and you want this." I was so close on the extended celibacy, long edging, sex-musk and power trip that my balls had been glued to the base of my dick from minutes, and only the last threads of my will prevented an explosion. Greg groaned, long and slow. "Noooooo! I'll be your bitch, Karl! I'll be your pussy! I AM your pussy! Make me your pussy, Karl!" I kept the steady, deep pace, watching Greg's trapped nuts churn and twist in desperate need to release. I increase my tempo a bit at my own burning desire and Greg's voice rose in pitch to match. Suddenly, Greg lost all sense of language. Fragments of 'Karl', 'bitch', 'pussy', 'yours', 'god' and 'Pa' strung together in syntax alien to all known languages but unsurpassed in urgency and fervour. "What are you saying, Greg?" Pa, voice. "I am Karl's bitch! " "Why, Greg?" Mine. "AGH! I am [huff] Karl's [gasp] PUSSY!" "You really want this?" Pa. "Yes, Karl, Yes! I am your pussy FOREVER! PLEASE, Karl, PLEASE!" I was THERE and could no more hold scissors than solve a differential equation. I stared at the ribbon-cutters and whined, "Pa, please, Pa?" I had thrust deep, hard-pressed against Greg's launch button and then held still to prevent my own impending eruption. I saw Pa's blunt-nosed scissors wiggled between the ribbon and Greg's sac. "You sure, Greg? You ain't going back to treating Karl like stranger, right?" "FUCK, PA, YES. I am Karl's pussy! I'm his pussy! Pussy! Karl's pussy! Pussy! Karl's pussy!" "Okay then." The SNIP of scissors was accompanied immediately by a howl of blessed relief. Suddenly Greg's eyes popped open. Release had been denied. I was terrified to move as my own orgasm was one nerve-stroke away. I suddenly realised that my last thrust lodged my dickhead so hard into Greg's prostate that nothing could have gotten past. Greg began to cry and rant incoherently. "I'm your pussy, Karl! I'll always be your pussy! Pussy! PLEASE, Karl! Karl's pussy! PLEASE, OH god! Pa, Please! Make him take me! Make Karl make me his pussy! Karl's pussy! Karl, Pa, Karl, PLEASE!" I finally figured it out and plunged past his love-nut and into his gut. I was shocked speechless at the result, and my immediate orgasm faded slightly. Greg exploded; cock and voice. Whimpering, spewing, screaming, shuddering, spraying, shrieking. His body writhed in the intense orgasm, his cum painted the room, long and violent streams gushed in random directions as he fucked himself on my rod. I just stood there, stunned and let him go to town. The feelings were... indescribable. The best I can think, it was like being fucked by Raggedy Andy straight from a dryer, all soft and no bones. Pressure in rippling waves, his throes scraping ass walls across every inch of my prick. Taint massaging and caressing my tight nuts. I saw the very moment that his orgasmic high crashed and he realised that his dream had come true (his nightmare had become real). He had freely given himself to ME, to be my REAL brother and his fuck-buddy to boot! His limp body flipped and flopped as I madly ravished him. I claimed that ass just as Greg was giving it to me. I exploded in an orgasm that literally took the wind out of me. I recall hearing a loud PLOP of my dick leaving his abused ass just before my own ass hit the carpet. "Damn, Karl, it's great to have you back." Pa's eyes shown with pride and lust. Greg had rolled onto his side and still shuddered with aftershocks (sobs of despair). Pa's gaze was latched onto the trickle of my cum flowing down from his older son's ass. "After that show, I'm horny as hell. I gotta get a piece of that. Do you think your new 'pussy' is up for it?" "I've wanted to watch you for a long time, Pa. Do it!" Pa's paws spread Greg's cheeks and Greg jumped as if electrified. A shadow of doubt crossed my mine. "No, Pa! You said KARL's pussy! You said HIM, not me. Please Pa! Please!" Oh, FUCK. Greg didn't really give himself to me? WTF? Pa had never given me an idea of what to do then! Pa pulled back, genuinely puzzled. "Shh, Greg. Hush, son. Yes, I said Karl's. But you just told me, told the world, that what you needed and wanted more than anything else was to be his pussy. But I've been waiting SOOOOOO long for a taste of this and can't walk away. You understand that, don't you. son?" Pa dove in and I knew that Greg's ravished ass was getting the attention of the best tongue on Earth. It showed. Greg's sobs turned to groans and whimpers of lust. Pa took Greg still lying on his side, just pushing one leg up to give him leverage and access. I had just fucked Greg thoroughly; the best fuck I'd ever given and might ever give in my life. Pa, though, was schooling me again and I was ashamed. I'd fucked Greg, the brother that I had wanted to really LOOK at me my whole life; Pa, on the other hand, made lingering and gentle love to Greg. Don't get me wrong. Pa was strong and rough and powerful and unutterably masculine, but he crooned and caressed and cooed. He made sure that Greg's pleasure was just as important as his own. Just before Pa blasted, Greg shuddered and released another huge load just from that lovemaking. I had fucked the cum out of Greg, but Pa loved him into an orgasm. I still had a lot to learn. We ate something amazing that Greg had cooked. I was in a sexual and exhausted haze; so was Greg. Pa guided and half-carried us up to my room and tucked us into bed, me spooned behind my taller, leaner, smooth-bodied brother. We were asleep before Pa got the light turned out. I awoke from the sexiest dream I'd ever had. I had been fucking... someone wonderful. The perfect body. The perfect person. Someone I'd desired and yearned for since... forever. Pa had been there. Pa had arranged this perfect fuck. Pa had... WHOA! I had been fucking GREG! The love and power and worship and fulfilment shot my prick to leaking rigidity. It hit something warm and taut and pliable. I opened my eyes to slits and realised... Fuck! It's not a dream. Greg snuggled back to me, working my cock back into the warm crevice it had just retreated from. Sleeping or not, Greg wanted more, and I so desperately wanted to please him in any and every way that I could. He pulled one leg up and I slipped into his thoroughly-abused and slippery hole. We both moaned. I pushed him more onto his tummy and got into a long, strong rhythm. Greg moaned and huffed and whimpered. I heard him whisper "Pa" and didn't care. "God, I love you, big bro. You are everything I ever wanted. I always craved your attention and wanted your approval; I didn't know I could get even closer. I know Pa fucked you over, but I think we both need this. Holy fuck, bro, I never imagined you be this great of a lay, this great of a guy!" I grunted as I reached my peak. Each word now accompanied by a long-dicked thrust into Greg's launch button. "I... am... never... gonna... leave... you... without... this... again. Best..." I felt Greg explode onto the sheets and moan out his orgasm whilst clamping onto my dick," Birthday... EVER!!" I shot and shot, long after Greg's orgasm subsided. I feel into dreamless sleep still lodged in his amazing ass; Greg had claimed me tonight as much or more that I claimed him. Author's note: Perspective is everything. Let me know your thoughts. Please note that there will likely be a hiatus before Karl and Greg continue their mutual self-discovery. The so-called "real world" sucks, but sometime you gotta pay attention to it.