Date: Mon, 26 Dec 2016 14:50:07 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101@yahoo.com
Subject: 12 Tales of Christmas: Like Old Times

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*****

I wasn't asleep. I was waiting for him. When he slipped quietly in the
door, his big body backlit by the light on the basement stairs, I grinned
and flipped the covers back, showing him my naked body, my cock already
hard, primed from playing with it for the last half-hour. I was good to go,
and so was he.

"Aw fuck yeah," his deep voice rumbled as he closed the door to my bedroom
and came for me, climbing up on the bed and crawling up the length of my
body, my hungry mouth already open and ready for him to slide his tongue on
in. And he did, and it was like a spark going through my body. It had been
awhile, but the taste and feeling of him as our tongues danced was
immediately familiar, like it had been hours since the last time, not
months.

He'd gotten a little thicker in his thirties, being a dad and all, but he
was still big and strong and excellently muscled, and anyway, I was plenty
big and strong myself. I was built like he was when we'd started this, and
that was partly genetics, and partly deliberate work on my part. He was my
idol in so many ways, and when he'd first touched me the way I'd always
wanted to touch me, back when I was a nervous, but hungry teenager, he kind
of set me on the course of the rest of my life. I didn't plan on joining
the Army, and I probably wasn't going to get married and have kids, at
least not with a woman, but otherwise, I was turning out just like him.

As we kissed, I pulled him down on me, grunting a little at the solid,
muscular weight of him, but quickly getting used to it. When we'd first
started up, I was a lot skinnier, still in my mid-teens and just really
starting to get my strength on, so I'd almost always wound up on top of
him, awestruck by his Army-honed ex-wrestler beef. Now, though, I was an
ex-wrestler in my own right, in my early twenties, fit and ready for
this. I'd been adding workouts in the leadup to Christmas just so I could
look my best for him, and match up with him physically, if we got the
chance. And now we were, and it was everything I'd been jacking off
imagining for months, even if all we were doing was making out. So far.

I wrapped my arms and legs around the thick, muscular solidity of him,
loving the deep grunt he fed down my mouth with his tongue as the hard
bulge in his boxer briefs ground up against my equally hard, equally big
cock. I reached down to grab hold of the twin muscular mounds of his ass,
flexing up hard in the cotton as he thrust against me.

"Fuck I missed you, kid," he murmured against my lips, grinning, stroking
one big hand through my hair.

"Missed you too, bro," I said, slipping my hands in back of his underwear,
feeling the warm, furry skin stretched tight over those big muscular glutes
of his, shifting and flexing in my hands. He growled hungrily and lifted
his hips for me to skin his boxer briefs down, then slid back on top of me,
skin to skin, cock to cock, mouth to mouth, as we grunted and thrust
together.

"Trina and the boys are out like a light," he murmured between long, slow
licks up the skin of my throat. "The folks too. We got time to play, little
bro. But I don't know if we got time for everything..."

I took hold of his chin and lifted it up to kiss him, hard and wet and
sloppy, making him grunt again.

"I'll take what I can get, dude," I said. "Besides, there's always been
plenty we can do together, yeah?"

"Fuck yeah there is," he grinned, kissing me back, feeding me his
spit. "You remember our first time?"

"Shit, bro," I grinned. "How could I forget?"

Technically, it hadn't been our first time, I guess. That time, he'd been
drunk, and I'd been pretty insistent, and had wound up wrapping my eager
young hands around his big soldier dick and stroking a huge load out of him
while he laid back on his bed, forearm over his eyes, trying not to watch
me do it to him. Afterwards, he'd been a little guilty and freaked out
about it, saying I was too young, but I was well and truly making cum by
that point, a hardbodied young teen wrestler like he'd been, and I'd been
crushing on him for years. He'd given me this funny look when I told him
all that, and there was no more sexy stuff between us on that visit home
for him. But he was looking at me differently.

The second time, what he thought of as our first, was easily a year
later. That time, he was less drunk, and I'd gotten taller and bigger and
even more determined that he was what I wanted, and that time, he'd more
than let me. He'd joined in, teaching me about kissing, about sucking cock,
even ate out my tight, smooth wrestler's ass. And then he'd slid his hard
soldier's body up mine, naked and with all these sexy tattoos he hadn't had
the last time, his cock big and wet and hard as fuck, and fed me his tongue
as he taught me about how god it could feel to frot with your buddy.

Well duh, I was a wrestler, I knew all about that. I was hoping to get some
of that action started with my bud Tommy. But my big bro was a man, a real
man, almost a dozen years older and like a god to me. And he knew how to
have a good time with a buddy, and the older I got and the deeper we got
into our thing, the more he loved having a good time with me, his little
brother. That first real time together, the feel of his steely biceps under
my clutching hands as he covered my moaning mouth with his and ground an
epic load out of my superhard young cock, then followed it with his own,
all that hot thick cum spurting out over my smooth stomach... I still
jacked off remembering that. That, and everything after. Him copping my ass
cherry. Me sliding my own big dick up his muscular ass. Slurping our cum
out of each other's holes in a sweaty hotel room down on Myrtle Beach, part
of an epic weekend-long brotherly fuckfest that was his 18th birthday
present to me, before I headed off to college. He'd already been married
three years by that point, a young wife and a toddler and another son on
the way back in Fayetteville, but what we had transcended everything
else. We'd never stopped. I hoped we never would. That was my plan, anyway.

So of course I remembered, just like I remembered the load he fucked out of
me in Dad's storage locker last spring, one of my legs lifted up and
propped on an old box as he grunted and thrust and made me nut all over the
concrete floor, when we were supposed to be putting up the Christmas
decorations. I'd thought about that the other day, when me and Dad had gone
down there to retrieve the decorations again. If you looked at the floor
real closely, you could see the faint stains of two big loads. I'd grinned
to myself, adjusted the big bulge in my jeans, and felt that little
tingling itch in my hole at the memory of it.

So I was hoping Max would fuck me tonight, but I knew that would come, and
in the meantime, his cock was already sticky and drooling as it ground
slowly along the length of mine.

"Lube, bud," he grunted against my lips.

"On it, bro," I grinned, reaching out to my bedside drawer, where the
bottle awaited, ready for him and us. He lifted his hips, our cocks
separating, and I squirted a real thick layer of the stuff over our
throbbing lengths, before pulling his ass back down and wrapping my strong
legs around his, reconnecting us again.

"Aw fuck, Mikey, I missed you dude," he grunted, then filled my mouth with
his eager, hungry tongue.

We rocked together, thrusting, moaning, the bed squeaking under our
combined weight and motion. The sweat on his back under my stroking,
squeezing hands... the sticky squelching noise of our lubed-up brother
cocks thrusting together... the wet, smacking sounds of our intense,
spit-filled kissing... and of course, the sensation of his big, thick,
curved cock, grinding against mine, and mine grinding back. It was all so
intense. Just as good as the first time - better, because we had almost a
decade of practice at it now, and it wasn't just a fumbling, one-time
thing. Hell, the way he kissed me, really made love to my body, the look in
his eyes when our stares locked in silent communication - what we had was
way too deep to be anything but real, and lasting, and good.

"Trina's pregnant again, bro," he grunted.

"Fuck yeah, stud," I grinned, slapping his thick, powerful, flexing
ass. "You fertile fuck. Another boy on the way, huh?"

"I sure hope so," he grinned back. "Thought of you when I fucked her. We
know the date. Was thinking of that time I fucked you in Myrtle... thinking
of that when I bred her, little bro. thinking about how you begged me to
knock you up."

"Dude," I growled, and craned up to kiss him, all lewd and wet. "You
fucking stud daddy. Making boys, and fucking `em too, huh bro?"

He got this intense look in his eyes, started thrusting quicker, mouth
hanging open as he panted.

"You think I should, Mikey?" he half-moaned. "When they get old enough?
Show `em like I showed you, little bro?"

"Oh fuck man," I hissed, and we kissed hard and sloppy again. "Be their
Daddy, bro. Like you've been mine..."

I once got him to shoot the hugest load I'd ever seen, from anyone, when I
called him `Daddy' in bed. He loved that shit. It had started after his
second son came along, and what with the age difference between us, and the
intense dynamic we had, it just worked. We didn't do it all the time... but
when we did...

"You know you're always gonna be my number one son, baby bro," he panted,
then leaned in to lick the sweat off my throat and feed it to me. "Daddy's
dirtiest boy."

"I'll share you, dude," I moaned back. "Help you, if you want. Bring your
boys in tight and close, like we are. Family. Men like us."

Our thrust and grind was reaching a fever pitch.

"Show `em how good it is, kid," Max grunted. "Fucking as family."

"Ah god yes," I hissed. "Let `em see their big fertile Daddy in
action. Breeding. Show `em how it's done... then bring `em in, bro..."

"With us, Mikey," he growled, dipping his tongue in my mouth. "Show `em how
Daddy and son love each other right, buddy."

I pictured that in my mind - not the boys as they were now, god no. But
already they were shaping up to be big strapping young men, just like all
the men in our family, and if they were anything like me, it wouldn't be
long before they started thinking about things. Deep things that they
probably shouldn't be thinking about. And if they were really like me, and
their Dad, they'd start to get curious, and then, well...

"You're already thinking about it, ain't you, bro," Max huffed, his eyes
intense and locked on mine.

"Tell me you're not, Daddy," I grunted, squeezing his ass as it thrust
doubletime against my cock.

"Fuck, I am, I am," he almost whimpered, looking all heated and
conflicted. But he knew it was safe, here with me. Just fantasy. He could
have the reality with me anytime he wanted. With everything we had, we
could trust each other completely. We could keep secrets, and share them
only between us.

"Make me cum, you big fertile Daddy fuck," I whispered against his
lips. "Fuck your boy off."

"Yeah," he whispered, plunging his thick, spit-dripping tongue back into my
mouth, and I clutched hard to his big, brawny body and started to cum. He
grunted around my tongue as he reamed my mouth out with it, clutching my
head in his hands as he went deep with the kiss. I guess the feeling of my
cum pumping hot against his thrusting cock was enough to send him over too,
as he grunted even deeper and I felt him spurting with me, his cock
slipping off mine and into the muscle crease above my thigh, thrusting
along the smoothness of my cum gutter, shooting his cum onto the skin and
smearing it around with his big, throbbing, squirting dick.

We chuckled together when he finally slipped off me, painting abstract
circles in the mixed cum splattered all over my slowly heaving stomach.

"Damn, I miss you, kid," he murmured, playing with my sweaty hair. "Every
time... fuck... it's just as good as ever."

"Likewise, bro, likewise," I grinned, leaning in for a slow, deep kiss.

"You know, Dad's got his appointment at the VA tomorrow... and Trina wants
to take the kids to see Star Wars..." he said thoughtfully. "Mom was
talking about some last-minute Christmas shopping..."

I was already waiting for him when their SUV backed out of the driveway the
next afternoon, and as soon as it dropped into gear and pulled away up the
street, his footsteps thumped eagerly down the stairs to the basement.

"If I remember right," he grinned as he pulled me into my arms, and he was
already hard, just like me. "Somebody was talking about a big fertile Daddy
breeding them up."

"Somebody sure was," I grinned back, and we kissed, wet and deep and
intense. "You want to try for son number 4 with me, huh bro?"

"Get your sexy ass in that fucking bed, little bro," he growled. "We got
work to do."