Date: Thu, 8 Jun 2017 11:39:35 +0200 From: nick johnson Subject: One Rainy Night This story contains brother-on-brother sex, if you're offended by such material please do not read the following story. If you have any questions or want to share any feedback write on my e-mail: nick.johnson460@gmail.com Please donate to Nifty.org at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html. My big brother Dylan and I have always been close. There was 4 years difference between us but still we were best friends since I remember. We did everything together, and that included masturbating, since he was the one who introduced to it, and showed me how to do it. From then on, we masturbated together every evening, watching porn together. We weren't gay or anything so we never did more. We stopped doing even that, though, when Dylan left for college and we grew a little apart. We were still friendly, however, just not friendly enough to enjoy such intimacy. I really missed that. The camping trip we took by ourselves one summer was about to amend all that. I had just turned 18, Dylan was 22, and by then he had his own car. So, one summer weekend, we packed a tent, a few beers, and headed for a lake nearby. We put up the tent deeper in the woods to be away from everybody else, but still have access to the lake. The weather was amazing. The sun was shining from the moment we got there, and hot weather only made us want to swim in the lake more. The day flew by, and in the evening, clouds begun to gather and it started raining heavily. It was still warm outside, though, and since we had to zip up the tent, it quickly got stifling in there. We were sitting there, just in shorts, sweating, and enjoying some beers. It didn't seem like it was going to stop raining so we were in for a long night. We talked for a while about nothing and before long we were opening our second beers. We were lying next to each other, only in different directions - my head was, nest to his feet and his head next to mine. Now I could take a close look at our bodies and compare them. I was a little taller and of bigger build than Dylan, even though he was older. I was on the school wrestling team and I worked out every day, so I was muscled. Dylan must have started hitting the gym after he moved out, because I don't remember him having such well-defined muscles, even though mine were still bigger. 'Hey, Mikey. Remember how we used to jerk off together all the time?' Dylan asked out of the blue, smirking. 'Yeah, I remember it wasn't all the time, just every night.' My dick twitched at the memory. 'Haha, yeah. Why did we stop doing that, though?' 'Cause you moved out, genius. Kinda hard to jerk off together when you're a hundred miles away.' That came out more hostile than I wanted. 'Yeah, but why did we stop altogether? I mean when I got home on weekends or whatever?' He kept pushing. 'I don't know, man. We had a thing when we were kids and grew up.' I was becoming a little irritated. 'Yeah, maybe.' He took a sip of his drink. 'Or maybe you just found a better jerk off buddy, huh?' He was smirking and poked my shoulder with his foot, playfully. 'Ha, if anyone found a better 'jerk-off buddy, it's you.' I know he was just teasing, but I was becoming angrier for some reason. 'What are you talking about?' 'Oh, like you don't fool around with you 'fellow students'.' I said mockingly. 'Yeah, I mean, I was in a fraternity, these things happen.' He shrugged. 'Ha! You flaming faggot!' I laughed and this time I poked his shoulder with my foot. 'Fuck off, I'm not gay!' He poked me back, a little harder this time. 'Hahaha, yeah right, faggot.' 'Seriously, bro. Quit it!' He kicked me on the shoulder. 'Whoah! A faggot is getting angry!' I was smiling mockingly, but I was pissed. 'Hey, fuck off!' Dylan said getting on his knees. I did the same, our faces were now inches away. We would have stood up but the tent was too small. 'Or what, faggot?' I shoved him with one hand. 'You'll paint my nails, faggot?' I shoved him again. 'Fuck you!' He shoved me with both arms and I almost fell on my back. I shoved him back, using my body weight for extra strength and we both fell on the ground. For a moment, he was on his back and I was on top, but he managed to wrap his legs around my hips and rolled me over. We wrestled for a while, but I was stronger so finally I pinned him down on his back. I was sitting on his hips and I was holding him down by the wrists. We were both panting and sweating, our faces barely an inch away. I could feel his breath on my face. We stared into each other's eyes and before I knew it our lips were touching. I hesitated for a second before I let him go and we started making out. Dylan wrapped his hands around me and I lowered my body, so that our torsos were pushed against each other. My heart was racing, and I could feel his was racing too. We rolled on our sides and made out passionately, hungry for each other's affection. We were caressing each other's bodies, our legs were tangled together, and we were moving almost in rhythm. I was loving the feeling of his warm, wet skin on mine. We broke a kiss for a second and I whispered: 'But I'm not gay.' Dylan smiled. 'Me neither, bro.' Our lips met again, when I felt his hand sliding underneath the waistband of my shorts, and grabbed my cock, which, to my own surprise, was rock hard. I shivered as I felt his hand sliding up and down, teasing the head with one finger. I returned the favor with the same eagerness and for a while, we just laid there, making out, our hands in each other's shorts. Dylan was the first to move forward. With both hands, he slid my shorts off, and with one hand he kept stroking me while the other was hugging me. Without breaking the kiss, I slid his shorts off too, and we pushed our cocks against each other. We started moving our hips up and down and back and forth, grinding our cocks together. We stayed like that, our eyes clothes, our tongues wrestling each other, hands caressing each other's bodies, chests pressed together, legs tangled, and cocks squeezed between our bodies. The longer we did that, the more passionate and intense it became. Before long, we were moaning and scratching each other's back as our orgasms came simultaneously. We became tangled even more, trying to press one another's body to get even closer, with all our strength. We came all over our bodies, shooting almost all the way up to faces. Waves of pleasure spread throughout my body, completely hypnotizing me. We collapsed on our backs, completely exhausted, panting, trying to catch our breath. We stayed like that for a few minutes, until I heard Dylan's voice, still slightly out of breath. 'What the hell just happened, Mikey?' 'I don't know.' I answered after a second. 'But it was amazing... I'm sorry about what I said. Guess I was just mad that you left me like that...' I turned to look at him. Our eyes met. His skin and hair was wet from sweat and his mouth was still slightly open, bringing out his kissable lips. He moved his hand closer to mine and held it. 'I missed you, bro.' He leaned forward for a kiss. Our mouth met yet again, and we laid on our backs, holding hands, our sticky cum drying on our stomachs and chests. I felt lust building up again, but I knew another session of rubbing our cocks together wouldn't cut it this time. I wanted more. I needed to get closer to him this time. I moved on my side, next to Dylan, still on his back. I put one of my arms under his head, pushing it closer to mine, while the other hand was caressing his torso, spreading our cum all over it. It was really messy but he didn't seem to mind. Then, I started moving my hand lower and lower, past his pubes, past his cock and balls, until finally, I slid between his buttocks. I was worried he might say 'no' or just pull away, but instead he moaned and spread his legs, exposing his ass to my hand. I started rubbing my fingers against his hole, teasing it gently. I took my time, but I noticed Dylan was relaxed and enjoying it, so I pressed my middle finger against his opening. As soon as my finger tip was in him, I felt his ass clench, and he broke the kiss, biting his lips and moaning. 'Does it hurt...?' I asked, whispering. 'Yes...' Dylan moaned. 'Do you want me to stop?' 'No...' I looked at my older brother, laying in my arms; eyes closed, mouth open, his body drenched in cum and sweat. One of my arms under his head, while the other holding him by the asshole. I put my hold on many guys from school, during wrestling, dominating them in a way. But this was something else; Dylan was completely at my mercy. And he felt safe enough to let me take charge of him. I pushed my finger harder, burying it knuckle deep in his asshole. It was incredibly hot and wet. Dylan arched his back, pushing his ass against my hand, and pressing his face against my shoulder, while grabbing on to me with both hands. I felt his shallow breath on my shoulder. I kept it in like that, until I felt his ass hole relax. Then, I started moving my finger in and out, as Dylan moaned in pleasure. After his opening was stretched completely, and I was able to pull out my finger completely and enter him again without any problems, I pushed my index finger inside him as well. I kept fingering my brother, who was moaned every time my fingers enter him, until I couldn't take the anticipation anymore. I kissed Dylan, while pulling my fingers out. I got on my knees, grabbed his legs and turned him to me, so that I was now between his legs. 'Yes...' Dylan moaned in approval, as he tilted his head back, closed his eyes and started stroking his cock, waiting for me to enter. I scraped some of the cum from my torso onto my hand and spat on it. I smeared over my rock-hard cock, already oozing precum. I got in the position. I climbed on top of him, my arms around his shoulders, and he wrapped his legs around my, exposing his ass. I pointed my cock towards his opening and pushed. We both moaned simultaneously, as my eight-inch cock spread him open. I buried myself in him balls-deep, overtaken with passion. Dylan arched his back again, moaning from pain and pleasure at the same time. I pulled away a little and pushed deep again. He was so tight and warm. We started making out, as I begun to move my hips back and forth. Dylan had trouble breathing - moaning and kissing at the same time. On of his hands was on the back of my head, pushing it towards, while jerked off with another. After I felt he was ready, I picked up the pace. 'Fuuuck...' Dylan moaned under his breath and bit his lip, driving me wild. I leaned back, breaking our kiss, and grabbed his legs by the ankles, spreading them apart. Dylan started moaning harder and jacking off more aggressively as I fucked him as hard as I could. My balls were slapping against his ass each time I thrust in. I was in heaven. After I felt an orgasm building up, it was time to change the position. I pulled out of him abruptly and turned him over on his stomach. He started climbing up to get on all fours, but I got on top of him, pushing him flat on the ground. I got on top of him and as I pushed my cock back inside him, he pushed his ass towards me with a passionate 'fuck yeah'. I picked up the pace where I left off, fucking him with all my strength. Only this time, when his legs were spread apart, and the angle was right, I managed to get deeper than before. Dylan obviously felt, because now he kept repeating 'Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!' each time I thrust in. I grabbed his arms and put them above his head and we held hands as I fucked him relentlessly. I was kissing his back and his neck, while all he could do was moan into the pillow, as not to be heard by other campers. 'Dylan, I'm getting close...' I moaned under my breath. 'Me too...' He was out of breath. 'Fuck, cum inside me, Mikey. It feels so right with you.' That request was all in needed to push me over the edge. I squeezed his hands even harder, as all of my muscles clenched in ecstasy. I moaned as my dick throbbed inside him, filling him with my warm cum. At the same time, I felt Dylan pushing his ass against my pelvis, and his hole clenching tightly. He moaned into his pillow loudly. I collapsed on top of him, completely emptied out, trying to come to, after what was by far the strongest orgasm of my life. I don't know how long we laid there, panting, still holding hands. Finally, I pulled my now softening dick out of him and laid on my back next to him. Dylan turned to me and said to me with a smirk: 'You are one rough fucker, Mikey.' We both chuckled. 'Only with you, bro.' I put my hand on his cheek and leaned forward to kiss him. 'You drive me wild.' 'We should have done it years ago.' 'Yeah, now we're going to have to make up for all that lost time.' I winked, and we both chuckled. Dylan put his head on my chest and I wrapped my arm around him. We fell asleep to the sound of rain falling on the roof of our tent.