Date: Tue, 18 Feb 2020 20:15:39 +0000 (UTC) From: "tjcoach@yahoo.com" Subject: The Runt Here's a story taken from my newTumbl, at hugyerbud.newtumbl.com. This story is purely a work of adult erotic fantasy, copyright me 2020. I own it and all legal rights to it. If you're under the age of majority in your jurisdiction, please come back when you're of legal age. Nifty is an incredible free service that depends on your donations to survive. Please help them to keep providing this awesome resource for all of us: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html I love hearing from you guys. Contact me at tjcoach@yahoo.com. Enjoy. +++++++ "Over compensating for that tiny dick of yours, little buddy?!" my older brother yelled out as I hopped out of my new truck, grabbing my hoodie off the seat next to me. I was still sweating from my run back in the city earlier, but knew I'd want it when the country night turned cooler. Kevin was nearly naked, filling the doorway of dad's cabin in just a pair of silkies before strutting out to greet me, looking like some herculean god. "Fuck you, bro," I grinned back at him. "Your ex never complained about it when I fucked her silly while you were deployed." His eyes flashed with anger at the mention of the bitch who broke his heart...cheating on him with his best friend from college. His hands unconsciously balled up into tight fists and the veins in his head looked like they were going to burst. "Sorry, bro...too soon?" I kidded him, reaching up to grip his shoulder and squeeze some of the tension out of him. I reached my other hand up and pulled myself up onto his broad, muscular back, wrapping my legs around his waist and riding the shelf ass that jutted out over his muscled thighs. At 5'8", I was used to being called "runt" or "squirt" or "little buddy" all my life...and I overcompensated by working my ass off to stay in great physical shape in spite of my paper-pushing desk job. But dad and Kevin were both 6'6" hulking ex-marines that I literally and figuratively "looked up to" growing up. Kevin cracked a smile and grabbed my legs behind the knees, carrying me effortlessly into dad's cabin. Mom had passed away when I was a two, and Kevin had always looked after me...more like a second dad than a big brother. The cabin had become a special refuge for the three of us...a place to get away and just relax. "You know I luv ya, big guy," I whispered in his ear before he dropped me unceremoniously on the sofa. "Sorry if I rubbed salt in an open wound," I added, looking up at his hulking frame once again. "It's alright, squirt," he said, grinning once again. "That bitch is history now. But I'm glad you're here now, little buddy," he added, plopping down on the sofa next to me. He cupped a big paw over the growing bulge in his silkies and glanced over at me with a smirk and comically arched eyebrows. "It's been awhile since...you know...we had us some brotime." I smiled devilishly and rummaged through my hoodie pocket, pulling out a couple of fat joints I'd rolled before coming over. "Thought I'd have to loosen you up a little before getting into your shorts again, big guy. I guess we won't be needing these?" I asked. He smiled broadly now and wrapped a bicep around my neck, pulling me close and kissing my forehead before relaxing his grip on me. "You're a fuckin mind reader, Scotty!" He beamed, taking the joints from me and running them under his nose as he breathed deeply, inhaling the fresh, spicy scent of them. "Not in here, though...dad would kill us! Let's go out in that big ol rig of yours...just like the old days...alright squirt?" He didn't wait for an answer...just stood and offered me his hand, yanking me to my feet and heading for the door. "Damn, little buddy...nice ride!" he gushed as we settled into the front seats. "That accounting gig must pay pretty well." "I do alright," I wheezed, exhaling a cloud of smoke and handing the joint over to him. He took a deep hit, then choked and coughed it out. "Pussy!" I teased him with a punch in the arm. "Gimme that!" I took another hit, held it in, then blew it in his face. "Remember how we used to do it down by the lake, bro?" I asked him. "Yeah," he blushed knowingly. I took another hit off the joint, then reached my hand around his neck, pulling his ruggedly handsome face to mine. His lips covered mine, and my cock surged in my shorts as I slowly exhaled a steady stream of smoke into his mouth. He pulled away slightly as he held it in, then blew it out at me, his lips puckered invitingly. I couldn't help myself...just had to get at him. I pulled his face to mine again and pressed my lips to his...slipped my tongue into his mouth...felt his slip over mine and delve into my mouth...all spit-laced and smoky. I could feel him relax into my hand as we broke our kiss and he exhaled loudly. "Fuuuck, Scotty! I missed that more than you know," he sighed. "Me too, Kev...missed this, too." My hand slid up his thick, hairy thigh and into the leg opening of his silkies, gripping his chubby cock and giving it a squeeze. He sighed again, and looked dreamily at me through half closed eyes. "Whatta ya say we check out the back seat of this rig, little buddy?" he suggested. We polished off the joint, shot-gunning each other a couple more times before climbing into the back seat. Kevin stretched out on his back, leaning against the door, and I clambered on top of him, straddling one thick thigh and laying my head on his massive chest while he hugged me. "Remember what else we did down at the lake, big guy?" I asked, looking up at him adoringly. I slid down his chiseled abs and knelt on the truck floor between his outstretched thighs. His thick cock was nearly full on hard and poking out of his silkies, smearing his thigh with a drool of precum. I leaned down and lapped at the puddling sap, licking his piss slit as his cock rose up and pushed into my mouth...his hand reaching around my neck as he lifted his ass off the bench seat, eager to be sucked deeper. His seven inch baby maker was rock hard and pressing insistently against the back of my throat with each bob of my head. I pulled off and looked up at my big bro, grinning broadly at the string of spit and precum that trailed between his cockhead and my lips. He pulled me up by my armpits until we were face to face, licking the cock slime off my chin and savoring it as we kissed hungrily. "How could I forget, little buddy?" he sighed. I nuzzled my head into his neck and kissed it, enjoying the feel of his arms wrapping around my back in a tight bro hug. "But as much as I'm enjoying this trucker moment," he grinned, "I think we'd enjoy ourselves a lot more on that big couch in front of the fireplace. Whatta ya say?" He climbed out of the truck first, and turned his back to me. "Climb on, runt," he joked as I threw my arms around his neck and wrapped my legs around him again. I peered down over his rounded tits at his obscenely tented silkies and bucked my hard cock into the small of his back. "Giddy up," I ordered, reaching back to slap his big marine ass. He dropped me onto the sofa again, then turned and slipped off his shorts...his cock sprang up to slap his belly as he leaned down to peel them off over his feet. I stood as he straightened up, peeling off my shorts and leaning into his chest for a quick taste of his tit. He shivered as my tongue slathered his thick, blonde dusted pec and flicked across his stiff nip. I grabbed his thick cock and stroked it while my teeth grazed his meaty tit and chewed lightly on his eraser-sized nipple. Kev let out a low growl, then pushed me back on the sofa. His thick, brawny blond body was a total contrast to my smaller leaner, dark haired features. I scooted back against the cushions to make room for him as he lay down opposite me in a 69 setup...his mouth quickly latching onto my cock and swirling his tongue around the leaky tip. I did the same to him, and we began sucking each other in earnest. The nice buzz I had on, combined with the heady aroma of his nuts filling my nostrils, and the salty-sweet taste of his cock in my throat had my head spinning...not to mention what his deep throating skills were doing to my cock. My nuts were already drawing up tight with a three day load churning away. Kev was in the same sweet spot as me...clamping his muscular thighs against my face and grunting as his load spilled over and flooded my mouth. I did my best to swallow it, but the fucker was just as pent up as I was, and his spunk spilled out of my mouth faster than I could take it...dripping down my chin onto his thigh. I pulled off his cock, milking it with my fist and thrust my hips against his face, pumping my load down his throat. He took it like a champ, latching tight onto the root of my dick while swallowing my thick spunk. He sucked me dry while I lapped up his spillover off his thigh, then he pulled me up on top of him so we could share our bro loads in a long, sloppy kiss. "Fuck, Scotty...I love you so much, kid," he crooned as we broke our kiss. "Love you too, big guy," I assured him. "You want to get cleaned up before dad gets here, or let him find us like this?" I grinned. "Are you kidding," he chuckled. "He'd be pissed as hell knowing we started without him." Kev stood up and picked me up off the couch, tossing me over his shoulder like rag doll. I'll never not mind being his little buddy...not ever!