Date: Wed, 3 Nov 2010 00:05:16 +0200 From: erick.heslove@gmail.com Subject: My married brother part 3 My Married Brother Part 3, by Erick Heslove. The following story is a work of fiction and is intended for use by adults. None of the events mentioned in the story are true and all characters are completely fictional. If you are not allowed to view such content and are under age, then do not proceed. If content of this type is illegal in your area do not proceed. If you have any comments or suggestions -- which are welcome -- email me at erick.heslove@gmail.com. Enjoy! My Married Brother Part 3. The drive to his house was fast. He grew impatient at traffic lights and stop streets, and in no time he was parked badly in his front yard. Lap top in hand, bags over his shoulder, Michael almost dragged my into his frond door. As soon as the door closed he was on me, literally. I had never been kissed like that ever, not even by him. He dropped my stuff on a shelf near the entrance and pushed me up against the front door, his hand traveling the length of my torso, all over my neck and through my medium length hair. I could get whiffs of his scent as he breathed against me, as his skin made contact with mine, but that was not enough. "Kiddo," he gasped as he pulled me toward the stairs, kissing me as he nudged me up to his bedroom, and at the very top of the stairs we were of equal height as he stood two steps below me. His touch was so loving, so intimate. I wondered if he touched Macey this way too. I allowed myself to be taken by him. He pushed me up the last couple of stairs with his body pressing hard into mine. His lips were so demanding! I didn't wan to to be with him on his wife's bed. "Mike," I pushed him away for a second, "not on Macy's bed," He looked at me for a second and then we found our way to the guest bedroom. He switched the bedside lamp on, which emitted a dim light. The curtains were open, and there was no house in front of us. He unbuttoned his shirt with me and dropped it to the floor, looking at my face the whole time. Michael placed his hands on my shoulders and starred deeply into my eyes, reading my thoughts, the way he has always been able to. He could tell that I wanted him as much as he wanted me. His actions were more firm, more reassured now that he knew where we stood with each other. He sat me down on the bed, bending down so that his lips met mine, holding my head gently within his large hands. It felt so good to be in his arms. I was safe. I reached for his belt, but for some reason he stopped me. "I love you kiddo," he said, looking me in the eye, "I just wanted to be with you," I kissed him deeply, letting him know that he had me, that I was his for tonight. I let him know that I wanted him too, that I needed him. He held my hand, looking at it closely. I stared at him, looking at his face and chest. His stomach looked softer. I touched it, he was. Guess he didn't work out as much as he used to. I love him. Michael knelt on the bed, his knees on either side of me, we kissed again, this time more relaxed, more steady, more pertinently on his side. He pulled off my t-shirt and raised it to his nose, smelling my scent. There was no need for me to smell him, his scent was all around me, I was engulfed in it. He pressed in closer to me, and there I felt it between my chest and stomach. He was as hard as a steel pole. I unzipped his pants, and then reached for his belt. He moaned as my hands brushed against his hard cock. I had flashbacks of times I spent with him over the years, which brought my erection to bursting point. I needed him, right that very minute. I gently pushed him off of me so that I could remove my own pants, and within seconds we were standing there in front of each other in our under pants, our hardness evident through the fabric that constrained our passions. I noticed a small wet spot on his. He was ready. We kissed some for a few moments more and then he removed my briefs, my erection slapping my stomach as it rose in its freedom. My hands were all over him, I was so hot, and he was already sweating lightly as he laid me down on my back, crawling over me. It felt so good to be in this position with him, just like old times. We had nothing to lose. I felt his hot mouth press down on my nipples, as he licked and sucked at them, I was so excited. "Mike," I pulled his head back up to my face and kissed him lightly, "I need you." He stood up and looked at me with a mild smile on his face. "I'll be right back," he said to me, winking as he exited the room. He still had a great ass! He was back in a jiffy, his hands rubbing his cock, which was slick and lubed up, ready for me. "Come here," I said to him desperately. He was on me again, and I moved my legs so that he would have space. I felt the head of his hard penis at my tight entrance, nudging my hole, knocking on my door. I relaxed, and loosened up a bit. He was in, gently, but I hadn't been fucked since my last time with him it hurt a little. He saw it on my face and froze. "Keep going stud," I said to him, my eyes closed. He bent down and kissed me, his tongue entering my mouth as he pushed in. Three inches deep, and he had grazed my prostate which made all the pain worth while. He pulled out a little, and then back in, and then out. As he moved in and out of me he went in deeper and eventually his whole dick was inside me, right where I wanted him. "I love you kiddo," he said to me "I love you too Mike," was all I could manage to say. The pressure on my prostate was amazing. I couldn't believe that I had forgotten what this felt like. He was amazing! Pretty soon he was moving in and out of me, making my skin blush. His mouth was open in pleasure, and I smiled. He looked so happy, his cock was so happy, and so was mine. I watches the pleasure rose, so did my cock. Each time he thrust into me he hit the base of my cock near my perineum, driving my dick further up my stomach and out of my foreskin. He placed his hands on either side of my head, looking deeply into my eyes, and a wicked smile across his face. "Go for it!" I encouraged him, bracing myself for what was about to come. He began thrusting harder and deeper into me, raising my pleasure point to the max. I felt as if I was about to cum! The sounds in the room was animalistic, just man on man flesh pounding into each other, and his strong smell kicked in. "Keep going Mike!" I pleaded. I knew that if he kept this up he would make me cum, a powerful prostate orgasm, and he did. My ass muscles tightened around his cock as I felt it growing, a feeling deep within my crotch. It was a dry, intense orgasm that ripped through my body, and he kept on going, pounding into me, harder and faster. He bent down and kissed my ear which sent shivers through my body as my orgasm subsided. "I'm gonna cum kiddo," he gasped at me, thrusting, his face screwed up in full concentration. I wrapped my hands around my cock and started jerking myself off, and I felt the feeling rise up my hard cock. I was gonna cum again, and this load was going to drown me! In a few short moment s I felt him cum inside me, still amazed that I could feel it -- a different heated liquid shooting into me, making his thrusts smoother against my sensitive prostate. "Don't stop Mike," I said to him, jerking my cock hard and fast, "I'm gonna cum!" It was one of my most intense orgasms to date. He was nudging my prostate with his hardness, and his hot cum was beginning to dribble out of my sore hole. I came with such force, my jizm splashing our chests and his chin. He got so excited at that . . . Michael collapsed on me, my cum making our body slippery with our sweat and exhaustion. "That was amazing Kiddo," he said to me, kissing me. I liked the cum off of his chin and he sucked it out of my mouth, swallowing it all inside his strong body. "Now I'll be able to get my muscles hard again with this special formula!" I laughed first, and then he followed. Everything was good. He was happy, and I remembered why I loved him so much, he knew how to make me happy. End. Sorry this took me such a long time to write. As usual, comments welcome -- erick.heslove@gmail.com You are also welcome to join my group where you can read all of my stories before they appear on nifty.