Date: Thu, 9 Mar 2017 11:58:42 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101@yahoo.com
Subject: The Right Treatment

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*****

I was trying real hard not to look up Shane's shirt as he stood above me on
the ladder, screwing a new light bulb in, but he wasn't making it easy on
me. Shit, even in the depths of post-breakup angst, I just couldn't help
myself. But angsting or not, I was still a dude - a pervy dude, sure, but a
dude all the same. He was wearing an old white undershirt, all loose from
repeated wearings, and it gave an excellent, if teasing view of his
stomach, all thick with muscle and dusted with the same dark fur that
covered his muscular arms, his chest, his strong, defined legs. Even as
miserable as I was, there was always that part of my brain that was
awestruck and very into him. Even as wrong as that was.

"Look, the guy was a fuckin' prick, and you're better off without him," he
said, making me snap out of it a little.

I looked up, and saw him looking down at me. His beard was thick, dark, and
cropped down to the same short length as the hair on his head. Thick and
fuzzy, almost. It reminded me a little of the hair on my old G.I. Joe dolls
I'd had as a kid. The ones I'd usually been making kiss each other, in
between adventures. But Shane was better, because he was real, flesh and
blood and muscles and fur, and - shit, I really had to snap out of it. I
blushed a little, hoping he hadn't totally busted me ogling his muscled
stomach like that.

"He wasn't worthy of you, little bro," Shane said, stepping down off the
ladder and testing the switch, nodding to himself. "You deserve better."

He gave me a frank look, that old big-bro-tells-it-like-it-is look, and I
hated him because he was right. Because I did deserve better, and still I
kept setting myself up for the fall.

Shane picked up his beer from the kitchen counter and leaned against the
sink, one hand propped on it, making the muscles of his upper arm bulge
beautifully against the short sleeve of his shirt, and I made myself look
away from his steady, but sympathetic gaze.

"I hate to be the one to say it, but I don't think you're going to let
yourself have something... someone better," he said. "Because let's face it
- you do seem to have a type."

"What do you mean?" I said, trying not to sound prickly.

"C'mon, Joey," he said with a half grin. "You like a douchebag. The kind of
guy who loves his mirror more than he'll ever love you. You and I both know
it."

It was cool being able to be open with my brother like this, to be honest
with each other about this kind of shit. I'd been scared to come out to
him, back in undergrad, but he'd taken it in his stride the same way he
took everything - warmly, easily, not changing his laidback, friendly
attitude one bit. And I knew he was right, because of course he was. But it
still cut a little inside, knowing I was so transparent. I thought about
every guy I'd been involved with, way back into high school, and my big
brother had a point - I was hopelessly drawn to douchebags. Big,
good-looking, narcissistic douchebags. I was a pretty good-looking dude
myself - I could more than hold my own. I could do better, for sure. But I
always came back to the same thing, the same guy.

"Yeah, you definitely have a type," he chuckled. Then he gave me a long,
assessing look that made me squirm inside a little. Sipped his beer,
looking like he was weighing what to say next, or how to say it.

"I gotta say, bro, I've noticed a common thread with them," he said. "Not
just that they've all been douches and pricks who treat you bad. But a
physical type, to be sure."

"Oh yeah?" I muttered weakly, sipping my own beer and looking away, trying
real hard not to blush.

"Yeah," he said. "Tall... dark... built. Hairy-chested."

I cringed inside as he slowly pushed himself off the sink and came around
the island, closer to me, leaning his hip against it.

"A guy who looks a lot like me, little bro," he said, more quietly. "Am I
right, or am I right?"

I swallowed hard, the beer suddenly really sour in my mouth, feeling my
face and neck flush hot all over. Busted. I was so busted.

Shane just gave me that slow grin, his eyes still drilling into mine. He
wasn't just big and hot, he was really smart too - perceptive. You couldn't
get anything over on him, and god knows I'd tried plenty of times, growing
up in his shadow. He always seemed like he was one step ahead of you. I
couldn't say much of anything, but it didn't matter, because he could read
me like a fucking book.

"Jeez, I, uh..." I said weakly, looking away from his piercing gaze. Those
big electric-blue eyes of his that stood out from his dark, fur-trimmed
features.

"Couldn't be more obvious?" he finished for me, with a little
chuckle. "Guess it's not such a surprise. I hear it happens, with little
brothers. You imprint on something at an early age, and it
just... sticks. Or grows, I guess. Right?"

Shit, he really expected me to respond?

"Guess the difference between those dudes you chase after so much and me,"
he said, "is that I'm not a prick, like them. I'd never treat you the way
they do."

He stepped up closer to me, and I could smell him - his clean, slightly
musky scent, his deodorant, something just warm and familiar and safe about
him that I'd always loved. The smell I remembered from his pillows, his
sheets, his discarded uniforms and shorts in the laundry hamper in our
shared bathroom, growing up. The smell embedded in his favorite ballcap,
how it would wash over me when I'd set it on my own head and jerk off,
watching myself in the mirror, smelling Shane all around me. Taking me
deeper.

"I guess I understand that part of it too," he said, his voice low and deep
and sending chills all through me as he stepped closer into my personal
space. Or drew me into his orbit, more accurately.

"Maybe you're punishing yourself, chasing those hot guys who treat you like
crap," he went on. "Because you feel guilty, for crushing on me... for
wanting what you secretly want."

He stepped in real close, and my guts churned even harder, especially when
he tucked his thick fingers under my chin and tilted it up to look him
squarely in the face. He was so damn handsome, it was almost hypnotic.

"But you deserve better, Joey, and it kills me to see you keep going over
that fuckin' cliff, like a lemming, time and time again," he said. "Letting
`em treat you like shit, when you should be getting treated like a prince."

God, I was so confused. Confused, and a little scared, and dammit, I was
getting hard, too. Why was I so fucked up? Why did this have to happen to
me?

"But I guess you can't see that, kid," Shane continued. "Maybe somebody
needs to show you. Show you that you deserve better. That you deserve to be
treated right."

"Shaney..." I managed to murmur, weakly, but he was leaning in even closer,
his lips thick and full in the close-cropped darkness of his thick beard.

"If you were my guy, I'd treat you right, Joey," he murmured, as if I
hadn't said anything at all. "So maybe it's down to me to show you how it
should be. Since apparently I'm the one you've been chasing all these
years."

And just like that, he kissed me. Even if I could have said anything to
stop him, even if in some alternate universe I wanted to, he didn't give me
the chance. Just tilted my chin up and pressed those full, soft, warm lips
of his to mine. My mind went into vapor lock, but my lips responded
instinctively, starting to kiss him back, and when he grunted a little and
parted his lips, mine moved with his and let him inside.

God fucking damn, it was a good kiss. Warm, and moist, Shane's tongue an
assertive, but friendly presence in my mouth, the moist thickness of the
muscle coaxing mine out to join him, to play with him, to dance with
him. His hands fell to my hips and squeezed lightly, pulling me in until
the bulge in my shorts ground against his thigh. He just chuckled at that,
shifted around, and pressed his own big bulge against my body. I could feel
it growing steadily, and I guess his cock was hardwired to his lips like
mine was.

I found myself folding my arms around his neck, as his hands slipped slowly
down to cup my ass, squeezing the muscles of it, pulling me even deeper
into him, and yeah, I got a little lost in it all. In his scent, the feel
of his muscular body pressed to mine, the short thick fuzz of his hair, the
swirling dance of his tongue with mine. In something I'd been imagining
since I was a kid. Something I'd been trying to run away from ever
since. Something I'd been chasing, in all those hot, dark, well-built
douchebags I'd let fuck with my head and my heart these past several years.

But they weren't here to torment me anymore, now. Shane was here instead,
my big brother, and he was making me see stars with his wet, sensuous
kissing that was both tender and aggressive at the same time. Yeah, it felt
good, of course it did. But deep down inside, in my head and my heart, it
felt good. It felt right. Like I'd always fantasized it would. Especially
when he turned us around and pressed my ass back against the counter and
chased my tongue even deeper inside my mouth.

"This is what you wanted, right, baby bro?" he said huskily, his big blue
eyes all deep with care and concern, and the slow fire of lust behind all
of that.

"Dude... Shaney... fuck," I muttered, then leaned in to kiss him this time,
making him grunt a little around my tongue as I pushed it deep inside his
warm, wet, beer-tasting mouth. His big hands grabbed hold of my hips, slid
around in back to cup my ass, and then he lifted me up bodily and set my
ass on the edge of the counter as he kissed me back. He pushed his crotch
up against mine, and I could feel him, throbbing and thick and hard, just
like me.

My hands yanked at his old T-shirt, and he moved with me, raising those
big, muscle-dense arms over his handsome head for me to strip it off him. I
growled hungrily and attacked his big, cut, hairy chest, squeezing the firm
plates of his pecs, burying my face in the fur-lined valley between them,
kissing and licking and inhaling him. His hand cupped the back of my head
as he growled approvingly, letting me have at him like I'd always wanted
to. I met his mouth with mine again as I fumbled with the button on his
shorts, and then they fell away and there he was, big and almost naked,
throwing serious wood in the sexiest little pair of white Calvin
briefs. He'd always looked good in underwear, ever since he was a
three-sport teenager, but he looked like perfection now.

Even better, he was tugging on the button of my shorts with one hand, the
other pushing up underneath my T-shirt, exploring my own, smoother muscles,
making approving noises of his own. That's exactly what I needed to hear,
see, and feel - I liked getting compliments from the dudes I messed around
with, but coming from Shane, from my big bro, I knew they were the real
deal, not just come-ons. The truth between brothers.

"Fuck, look at you, kid," he growled, once he'd gotten me down to my
underwear, and fuck, my cock had never felt bigger or harder, tenting my
boxer briefs for him. "All grown up... and you looked pretty fuckin' good
to start with..."

"Dude..." I said huskily, amazed.

"Yeah, I checked you out," he grinned. "Just like you checked me out. Only
I was more subtle about it, you little fuckin' perv."

The only way I could respond was to kiss him, hard and hungry, and he both
met and matched me. One of his hands slipped in back of my underwear to
squeeze the muscle beneath, and I felt my cock throb and leak inside my
shorts.

"Said I'd treat you right, little bro," he growled a few minutes later as
we sprawled on his big, unmade bed, our underwear tangled on the floor
beside us. He slipped down my body to take my cock in hand, grunting
appreciatively as he admired it, big and hard and uncut like his. Then
surprised the hell out of me when he opened wide and swallowed me, slowly,
taking his time as he worked his way down my throbbing shaft to the root. I
could tell this definitely wasn't his first time at this, and knowing my
sexy big brother apparently had a whole life I'd never known about just
excited me even more. Intrigued me. Made me want to know more, and feel
more with him.

For now, though, I was feeling plenty, and my head dropped back into his
pillows as Shane sucked me with skill and passion, working the length of my
shaft and the leaking head of my cock, drawing circles on the hot,
precum-slicked flesh with his talented tongue as he stared up at me with
those big, deep blue eyes. I couldn't get any words out, just moans, as I
struggled not to blast off, but then he took my churning balls in his big,
warm hand, one of his thick fingertips stroking the fur along my taint, and
it became a real losing battle.

"Jesus... Shaney... fuck... gonna make me cum," I moaned, and all he did
was hum encouragingly around my shaft and suck me harder, his handsome head
bobbing up and down, never breaking eye contact with me as I watched my
cock slide past his beard-lined lips. One of his hands found its way up to
the tingling stiffness of my nip, rubbing and tweaking it, and that did me
in. I gasped, clutched both sides of his sucking head, felt my muscles
tense all over... and then I fired into the sucking, wet warmth of him. He
growled and grunted and gulped, and the lewd way my big brother swallowed
my cum just made it even hotter, even more intense.

I fell back onto the pillows, sweaty, panting, stunned, but when he loomed
over me, threads of spit and cum streaked across his trimmed beard, a grin
on those sexy lips, I was ready for the kiss that followed. More than ready
- eager, as I tasted the remnants of my load on his flicking, slashing
tongue, as he fed my seed to me and pulled it back again, the two of us
sharing it back and forth as his big, hairy body pressed against me and his
cock throbbed hotly along my thigh.

I reached down between us to grasp his cock, really getting the chance to
feel him for the first time, to marvel at the thickness of him, the
throbbing heft of his big bro cock. He growled into my mouth when I jacked
it slowly, feeling and hearing the lewd slickness of it, the sticky noises
it made as I slid his foreskin over the thick head.

"You a top, bottom, what, little bro?" he grunted when our mouths finally
disconnected.

"Either... both," I moaned back, feeling him throb even more in my
hand. "But for you, bro... whatever. Let me treat you right too, Shaney."

He kept on treating me right, though, that thick beard tickling the insides
of my thighs, my taint, as he buried his face in the sweaty depths of my
trench and licked the hell out of my hole, opening me up for his tongue and
his spit, sliding them inside of me as I moaned and clutched his sheets in
my sweaty hands.

"Bedside drawer... lube..." he panted when he came up for air, his beard
all matted and shiny. I found the bottle and tossed it to him. He caught it
one-handed, with the ease of the baseball star he used to be, then grinned
confidently but warmly at me as he treated me to the sight of him slicking
his cock up with the stuff. He was just a little bigger than me, so that
put him at damn near seven inches, if not a little more. It was one hell of
a cock, on one hell of a man - big, handsome, the head all shiny, capping a
veiny shaft that gleamed with the lube he was generously applying. I
couldn't wait to suck that cock, to really worship it like I was kind of
renowned for doing, but all that would have to come later, because right
now, he was pointing it down, aiming it at my lubed-up hole, and pressing
the thick, spongy head to me.

I took a deep breath, smiled up at him, which made him smile even wider -
and my fucking god, he was so handsome - and then he pushed inside of
me. Jesus. I'd been with big guys before, guys just as big as him, but none
of them made me feel the way Shane did. It felt like he was made to be
inside of me, like I was made to be filled by him. And fill me he
did. Filled me, then slowly began to fuck me, taking his time with me, his
face all complex with the things he was feeling. There was a tenderness and
a manliness to it, all wrapped up in one powerful package that soon had me
grasping the big, bunched muscles of his powerful upper arms, and begging
him to fuck me.

"Yeah, baby bro... attaboy," he grunted, and he got to it.

He made for an awe-inspiring sight, the dark fur on his big chest getting
all matted down with sweat as his powerful muscles flexed and shifted, as
his cock thrust up into me like a well-oiled piston. He was literally
making my toes curl, as my cock throbbed back into hardness from the
pleasure of it all - not just the fucking, but the fact it was my big bro,
Shane, my icon and idol and lifelong crush, finally fucking me, the way I'd
long dreamed of.

"This is what you needed, isn't it, Joey," he panted, and I found myself
nodding eagerly, wordless.

"Needed your bro, treating you right," he went on, fucking harder,
deeper. "Showing you how good it could be."

"Fuck yes," I halfway wailed. "Needed you, Shaney..."

"Needed you too, baby bro," he growled, then bent in close, his lips
nuzzling against mine as we panted together, before sliding his tongue back
into my mouth and doubling down on his fuckthrusts. We moaned together,
sucked on each other's tongues, and if I really stretched, I could just
reach down and around him to feel his powerful ex-jock ass, hard and thick
and dimpling deep with his fuckstrokes.

"Could be like this all the time, Joey," he half-moaned. "You and me, like
this... all the time, baby bro..."

"Aw fuck yes!" I yelled, crushing my lips to his, feeling my cock throb
with its second load of the day. I pictured him and me doing this all the
time, me and him sharing this bed and each other, another of my longtime
secret fantasies, and I guess the combination of that and the way his big
brother cock was touching me inside was all too much, because my orgasm
came washing over me like a tidal wave all of a sudden. All I could do was
clutch his big, bulging biceps and grunt into his mouth, around his tongue,
as my cock began to fire off between us.

"Hell yeah, cum for me, bro!" he grunted, and then he got this real
intense, focused look on his handsome, bearded face, his mouth wide and
round and gasping. His muscles bulged all over, frozen in place, and from
the way his abs crunched tight under the sweaty mat of his fur, I knew he
was unloading inside of me, his orgasm following along right behind mine.

When it was over, neither of us had any words, but we didn't really need
them either. Shane's big, sweaty body pressed against mine, his lips and
beard nuzzling the side of my neck, my jaw, my cheek, his big arms wrapped
around me - that was everything. I wasn't used to being held so intimately
after sex, especially not for this long, and it turned out it really was
what I'd been missing all this time. Not just the sex, but the connection -
the sense of being his equal. Worthy of being with him like this. Nobody
had ever really made me feel that way before. I didn't have the words for
how good that felt.

"Meant what I said just now, y'know, Joey," he murmured against my
neck. "About you and me, and this. Us. Doesn't have to be a one-time
thing."

"For real, bro?" I said, turning to look at him.

"For really real," he said, with a slow smile. "I promised I could treat
you right. Takes more than one roll in the hay to show you that. It's not
just the sex. It's... everything. You deserve that. We both do."

'Everything'. I didn't really know what he meant by that, how far it went,
but it sounded big. More than that, it sounded good, sounded right. Sounded
like exactly what I needed. And more than anything, what I needed was for
my big brother to show me what everything could mean, between us.