Date: Sun, 23 Sep 2012 20:07:11 +0000 From: erick.heslove@gmail.com Subject: My married brother part 5 My Married Brother Part 5 by Erick Heslove The following story is a work of fiction and is intended for use by adults only. 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 or are under age, then do not proceed. If content of this type isillegal in your area do not proceed. Comments or suggestions welcome - erick.heslove@gmail.com. Enjoy! My Married Brother Part 5. James always took me like a champ. He was my little champ for sure. That weekend I had my own way with him, fucked his cum right out of him several times, and made him have loads of dry orgasms when his cute balls were empty. He just happily sat on my lap, or got on all fours, or lay down beside me. My favorite positions were all the ones that allowed me to see his face as I bred him, kissed him, and made love to him. We stayed him his bed most of the time, only going down to the kitchen for a snack, or to the bathroom to have showers – and even then I was fucking him. My cock was just not getting tired for him. Friday night, the whole of Saturday and Sunday had passed us by, and I had not broken the news to him. At least he would not hear it from anyone else, since he was with me all day and night. Fuck, was I going to miss him . . . I had decided to tell him just before the parents retuned. We were going through the house together, making sure that there was no incriminating evidence around, no stray cum-shots on the sofas or bathroom, passages etc. It didn't take long, as most of his loads were either in my mouth or my hand, and all of mine were either in his hot ass, or his sweet lips . . . I walked out back to the porch. It was a bit chilly, but nice. James was sitting on a recliner by the pool. I grinned to myself and wondered if he was okay. He must surely be sore . . . by Saturday morning we had no need for lube because he was producing his own in copious amounts. I just woke up and slid on right into him . . . the same as this morning, and all the times in between. "James," I said as I placed my hand on his shoulder. My mistake, now he was going to think I have bad news. Honestly, I did not know how he was going to take the news. I remember the day he found out I was dating Macey. Fuck, I felt as if I was cheating on him. He was upset, as expected, but he came around and said that he was cool with it. After that he pretty much avoided me. A few times I was able to seduce him, I missed him so much . . . I love Macey, and always will, but she and I but heads too often. When our marriage was going down the drain, I turned to James and he helped me get things into perspective. Maybe he'll help me now as well. That's if he doesn't punch the fuck out of me. But then maybe after he punches the fuck out of me he'll help me out. Either way, it was killing me not telling him for so long . . . and I had put it off for far too long. I looked and my hand on his shoulder. He was still looking out into nowhere. My wedding band glistened in the light. On my wedding night, after my stag party, everyone else was passed out drunk as fuck. James was asleep as well, but he controlled himself with the alcohol, unlike me . . . I had downed gallons of beer, and whatever potions my buddies concocted. There was a stripper as well. James didn't like it, and I didn't either. I pretended to enjoy it, my cock as limp as soggy bread. James cheered me on with everyone else, though his remarks were a little cold and cruel. It hurt, but I let it pass, understanding the torment he must have been going through as well. I had really fucked things up for him . . . i awoke from the couch I had fallen asleep on, cock now rock hard and pointing out straight in front of me. The other guys were snoring away peacefully. I bumped my way through the hotel suite to James' room. He was asleep, on his side, covers up to his waist. His beautiful torso was visible in the moonlight, breathing lightly, his arms around a pillow. I climbed into the bed, and without thinking, began kissing his chest. He was so smooth, pale, but defined really well. I traced my lips past his nipples after a little nibble, up his collar bone, and by the time I had reached his neck he was awake and pushing me away. I wasn't taking `no' for answer, not this time. I lowered myself right on top of him, stinking of alcohol I'm sure, but I wanted to kiss him so bad . . . "Fuck Michael," he whispered aloud to me. That was common between us, using our full names when we were serious. I moaned and placed my lips onto his and kissed lightly, holding his hands as they uselessly pushed against my chest. I was way stronger than he was, and also heavier, and drunk. "Kiddo . . ." I whispered to him, and giggled a little when I realized that I had just breathed out right into his nose, "Jamie, one more time," I begged softly as I kissed his neck, his ears, then brought his hand to my lips and kissed them too. He stopped fighting me for a brief moment. "You're getting married tomorrow," he whispered, so softly, but I could hear the pain in his voice. I kissed him harder and worked my way to his lips again, looking at him in the dim light through my drunken eyes. He was a strong young man . . . he was almost glaring at me, well, I remember it that way. I ran my hands along his back, down to his ass and squeezed them gently, still kissing his neck, then his lips, begging him. He did resist, and he was sincere about it, no pretending not to want me, but secretly enjoying the conflict. He all but told me to get the fuck away from him. "Please, Jamie . . ." I pleaded, I placed my forehead on his and closed my eyes, pulling him as close to myself as possible, hugging him tightly, "I will always love you." "Good, I will always love you too," he said coldly, "now get off me I can't breathe." That was a low blow for me, but I was determined, even if for the last time, I was going to make love to him, so that he will never have a doubt in his mind. I held on to him. I kissed his forehead and rubbed myself against him, his cock was soft . . . that was sobering to me. Here I was, drunk and horny, forcing myself onto him. But even so, I didn't want to back off. I pushed my hand into his shorts, against his will, his hands again uselessly resisting me. I jerked his soft member between us a few times, placing my own hard on right next to his, using my pre-cum as lube for him, and taking my fingers up to his lips. He didn't lick them, but I moistened them anyway, kissing him and getting my tongue into his mouth, but his teeth were closed. I was getting frustrated, and was about to give up too when I felt his harden in my hand, and ever so slightly, he opened his mouth to me, his legs relaxed a little . . . "Go brush your teeth," he said to me sternly. I didn't hesitate. I fumbled my way to the bathroom and drunkenly brushed my teeth like an obedient dog. I wanted to be thorough but also didn't want to take too long. When I got back into bed, James was laying on his back, cock in hand, slowly jerking away. That was the last time I had had sex with him before I got married. It was a hot night, I was so sad, and he was sad for sure, but tried to mask it. The wedding went well, James didn't leave any marks on my body, but fuck did I mark him . . . his neck, his back, his chest and arms, his thighs and abs . . . I made love to him for the last time. Until several weeks ago, when I walked into his room that Tuesday evening. James was my best man, he gave me a really awesome toast, and played along with the `I'm so happy for you' bull-shit, but I knew he was dying inside . . . he used my wedding as an excuse to get totally wasted. He had passed out by the time I had to leave, and I did not get to say goodbye to him. Now I felt as if I was going to put him through all that shit again. I realized that James was not looking out into nothing, but actually following a car along the road with his gaze as it took a turn and disappeared. A few seconds later, the garage opened and we heard the folks voices as they came to a halt. Guess my news will have to wait. Notes from the Author: Sorry that this has taken a while . . . hopefully there will be more to come very soon, if not with this story then with the others as well. I am eagerly awaiting feedback since I have been out of writing for such a long duration - erick.heslove@gmail.com Take a read of my other stories as well; 1. My brother Clarke 2. You dad 3. Pissed off elder brother Please note that the Google group site (thegreybaron) is no longer in use. DO NOT APPLY FOR MEMBERSHIP THERE! Thanks for reading!