Date: Mon, 25 Apr 2016 01:29:13 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101@yahoo.com
Subject: My Brother's Becoming

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*****

"Dude, we were supposed to stop this," Jackson said.

"Yeah, I know," I said. "But you were the one who sent me the damn selfie,
out of the blue like that."

He nodded, took a slug of beer. Ran his hand through his short dark hair as
he stared at the mirror behind the bar.

"Yeah, stupid, I guess," he grimaced. "I don't know what I was thinking. I
mean, shit... I'm getting laid less than ever now. It hasn't even been a
year. I work all the damn time to keep up with the fuckin' mortgage, and
then when I try to go work out, she pisses and moans about me not spending
any time at home. I'm getting fat, and horny, and I dunno..."

"You wanted to get that feeling back, yeah?" I suggested. He smiled at me,
knowing how well I got him. In all the ways his relatively new wife didn't,
probably never would. She didn't have a clue what she was missing out on.

"If it's any consolation," I said, leaning in so we wouldn't be overheard,
"you still look damn good, bud. The beef suits you."

"Yeah?" he said, grinning. Bumped his big knee against mine. I bumped back,
watched his smile spread a little more. I nodded.

"Uh-huh," I said real low, so only he could hear. "The beef, the beard, the
fur... you're getting your daddy on. It's a good look for you, man."

He tossed his handsome head back and laughed, deep and loud. It was good to
hear him laugh like that, it had been too long since I'd heard it. His big
hand clapped my back, rubbed a little between my shoulder blades. The
feeling sent sparks through my skin, down my spine, into my groin.

"Shit, I'm just barely 27, bro," he chuckled. "A little young to be called
Daddy, don't you think?"

I fixed him with a look, a smile, our eyes meeting. Reached down and
casually squeezed his knee, through the denim of his jeans.

"Like I said, it suits you... Daddy."

We were still smiling, but he got that focused look in his eyes as he
stared at me. I was kidding with him, but I also wasn't. It was the first
thing that popped in my head when one of our random text exchanges suddenly
included that selfie, him shirtless, just in his UAs, his beefier frame all
pelted up with a carpet of dark fur, his beard thicker and fuller than it
had ever been - that my big brother was becoming a daddy type already. I'd
been surprised to get the pic - that last time before he got married, we
both swore that was it between us like that, no more fucking around, and
we'd stuck to it. It had been hard, but we'd done it. Just when I'd finally
accepted that our secret brother-fuckbuds thing was over, a ghost of our
horny teenage days - and, well, our early twenties too, I guess - he'd sent
me that pic yesterday, and now here we were at O'Malleys, and the vibe was
as strong as ever.

"Fuck, man, I'm still basically a newlywed," he muttered. "And I'm locked
in my damn bathroom, trying to get away from her nagging ass, sending horny
pics to you all over again." He sighed, drained his beer, signaled for
another.

"We were supposed to stop this," he said again, our eyes locking.

"And yet... here we are," I said back. "You reached out. And like always,
I'm here for you, bro."

"You still think about it?" he said. "About... you know... us?"

I nodded, grinned.

"All the time, until recently, man. And right now, more than ever."

"Yeah?" he said with a slow grin. That twinkle in his eye. His knee
pressing against mine again.

"Fuck yeah... Daddy," I grinned.

Jackson slammed me into the wall as my front door swung shut behind us,
pressing his big, thicker, powerful body into mine as we moaned into each
other's mouths. Our tongues danced that old familiar dance, wet and deep
and lusty, my hands exploring the new thickness of his ex-footballer body,
the big, juicy mounds of his muscular ass as he ground his big hard cock
bulge into mine. I couldn't wait to see him naked, feel him naked, and as I
yanked at his belt, he gave me room, reaching down to grab at mine too.

We left a trail of clothes along the hallway to my bedroom, and were down
to our underwear as we rolled around on my bed. Hard as ever for each
other, maybe even harder, my hands combing through the thick fur on his
body, loving the soft indents my fingers left on the beefy, powerful mounds
of his skin. I could taste his spit flowing into my mouth as our tongues
writhed together, as his hands explored me in return, rediscovering each
other after the better part of a year trying to forget this.

"God damn, you feel good, bro," I moaned, raking my fingers down the newly
plusher muscles on his back. All that steely linebacker power, cushioned
with his new thickness. I clapped my hands either side of his big ass, felt
the slight jiggle, and surprised myself with a hungry growl. He grinned at
me, kissed me lustily again, ground his big, thick cock bulge up against
mine. Encased in another pair of Under Armour. He knew I loved him in that
shit. He'd dressed for me, hoped this would happen tonight. Fuck, I loved
him.

"Yeah, baby brother?" he panted as he explored my trimmer, tighter body.

"Fuck yeah, big bro," I moaned as he sucked on my big, stiff nips,
continuously thrusting himself against me, driving me wild. Then he looked
me in the eye, that steely, hungry gaze of his, one hand cupping the back
of my head. Locking me in place.

"Say it again. Call me it again," he said, low and commanding. Powerful. I
frowned for a second, thinking back... then smiled.

"You feel so fuckin' good... Daddy," I said with a half-grin.

He growled, plunged his tongue down my throat, then yanked my boxer briefs
down, pulling me hard into him. I guess he liked what he was becoming after
all. When I skinned his UAs down, saw that big, towering, juicy piece of
ex-jock cock... on its way to becoming a real Daddy dick... and heard his
hungry, familiar growl as I stroked it, all wet and hot and heavy in my
hand, it was like we'd never stopped doing this. I squeezed his big, beefy
pec, his stiff pink nip with the other hand, wrapped my athletic thighs
around his body, and pulled him even closer. He grunted happily into my
mouth as we slid into that old, deep, sweaty rhythm we'd known so well for
so many years. The way it felt, the way he felt, I had an idea we'd still
be doing this for years to come. Maybe he'd wind up being an actual Daddy
by then. But until then, I was happy to keep warming my big brother up to
the idea of what he was becoming, in the best way I knew how.