Date: Wed, 14 Aug 2002 21:18:13 -0400 (EDT) From: Rob Andresen Subject: Truly, the Best Man - 2 Truly, the Best Man - 2 I heard the doorbell go off twice before I realized what it was. Dad and I had fallen asleep last night and apparently I had worn the old guy out cause he was not getting up at this early hour. I checked the clock on the nightstand and realized it was barely seven in the morning. Who would be banging on Dad's door at this early hour on a Thursday? I put on a pair of ragged shorts he had laying by the bed, all of my stuff still in the suitcase in my room. I had come to town for my brother's wedding, I was going to be his best man. But last night, at the rehearsal dinner, Dad said some pretty amazing things and when we got back, he and I discovered all the things we had in common. Specifically, our love for men. Damn but he was a fine specimen! I stole a glance at him in bed, his blonde fur like a dusting of sugar on just baked cookies against his tanned chest. And those rosy nipples! Damn but I wanted to suckle on those tender teats again. But there was someone at the door and they weren't going away. I stumbled down the stairs to the first floor of the townhouse and saw a silhouette against the stained glass entry window. I unlocked the door and pulled it open, the chain still barring from unwanted intruders. There, his eyes bleary from drink and tracks that could only be tear trails marring his face was my brother! "Davy! What the hell are you doing here at this hour?" I croaked. "Pete, man, let me in! I need to pee bad!" I pulled the chain down and opened the door as he stumbled his way into the hallway, his breath redolent of beer, his eyes wandering down my torso in recognition of my state of undress. "Sorry I got you out of bed, dude, but I had a real shitty night!" He leaned against the wall, his knees swaying. "Come on, bro. The bathroom's down here." I slid his arm around my bare shoulder and helped him down the short hallway to the downstairs bath. He lurched around, unable to control his own movements, banging into the door frame as I tried to get him into the small room. "Shit, man. I need some help here." I held him as he tried, unsuccessfully, to unbuckle his belt to pee. "Look, you just hold on a sec. Let me help you." With a practiced flick of my wrist I had de-pantsed him in short order to reveal stained boxers that showed he had been unsuccessful earlier that night in heeding nature's call. I slid his boxers down and quickly grabbed him around the waist as he swayed dangerously close to the medicine cabinet mirror. He grabbed himself and with a soft grunt began spraying on, around, and sometimes in the porcelain target. I had to chuckle. The wasn't the first time I had to help my little brother after a night of bingeing, but it had been years since he had been this wasted when I was around. Almost without thinking, I glanced at his cock, the amber stream flowing solidly, making spirograph pictures around the toilet. He was a hunky guy, all told. A little shorter than me with a solid build to my wiry frame. He also took after Dad in more ways, his blonde hair evincing the Nordic side. But he was hairy, like I was, and the fur was darker than Dad's, albeit not as dark as mine. He stood there for several minutes, the steady pace of liquid not slacking in the least. Apparently he had stored the entire night's debauch without relieving himself til now. At last, with a kind of shudder, the spray slackened and ended as though cut off. I pulled his boxers up, running my fingers along his thigh and hip, copping a little feel while helping him readjust. The pants went on a little slower than they had come off but then that wasn't my strong suit anyway. We staggered back down the hallway to the media room at the front of the townhouse where he landed on the sofa where Dad and I had begun our mutual explorations. His eyes closed, Davy took a deep, sobbing breath and new tears began tracing the original tracks still evident on his cheeks. "It's over, man. Brianna kicked me out and called off the wedding. I've lost her!" "What?" I asked, stunned. "What the hell happened?" "She was pissed at what Dad said at the dinner, making mention of you when this was our event." The subtle emphasis on the possessive reminded be of why I disliked the bitch so much. "She bitched about it all the way back home that night and when I told her to lay off, that Dad was just making sure everyone knew that he loved both his sons, she tore into me saying how I was just another lousy example of a pathetic family and that I should be honored to marry into her family and have her for the rest of my life." I flushed at the words, an angry haze burning its way into my forehead as my dislike turned coldly into anger. "And what did you say?" I asked, ice dripping from my lips. My brother looked up at me with his tear-streaked face and grinned evilly. "I told her that I would rather marry a red assed babboon than lower myself to sally a dip into her gene pool, a facility that could do with a good dose of chlorine and a paint job to cover up the horrible flakes." My eyes grew wide and I found myself choking on the vision of my now-ex sister-in-law's response to that vile comment. I coughed as Davy chuckled in agreement. "Yeah, she didn't like it much when I said that so she threw me out and so I went through the neighborhood, drinking at every bar in sight." I settled back down and sat next him, a matching grin on my face. "So why the tears?" He closed his eyes and sighed deeply. "Because I finally figured out why everything was going the way it was. Why I was going to marry that pretentious weasel woman and why I begged for the favor of touching her ice-rimmed hole knowing that there was more in life for me than that." Davy turned to me and gazed deeply into my eyes, his clear amber eyes sparkling with some internal light. "You had it easy, Pete. You knew just what you were and took it all like it was normal, nothing to think about. But I've never let it out before and last night, while I was getting fucked by this hopped up jock, I knew that I had to be honest with myself. And so I cried, cause I lost my innocense and finally realized that I'm gay." I sat, stunned by my brother's announcement and somewhat aroused by the vision of a firm jock pounding my brother's ass with his member. David took advantage of my momentary immobility, leaned forward and kissed me, his hot breath steaming open my lips to allow his tongue to advance. I closed my eyes and allowed the feelings to flow as we jousted with our tongues, each fleshy spear yielding to the other. I knew this was wrong, we were brothers, but then I realized that this was another extension of the love I had for Dad. This was a love of family taken to a higher level. I abandoned myself to the flow of sensations as he kissed me, running his hands across my cheeks, caressing my stubbly morning growth and teasing light tingles into my scalp. But he did still smell and I was burying myself in his being so fully there was no escaping the sneeze that was building. I backed up, turned, and let it fly, surprising him with its intensity. "Sorry, bro, but you smell!" I grinned to take the sting from the words and he grinned back at me. "Yeah, I guess I do. I've had a couple dozen beers and at least three men in the past four hours. I could use a shower!" Knowing that he was not about to make the trip up several flights of stairs to the bedroom level of Dad's townhouse, I got him standing and we returned to the downstairs bathroom. I helped him undress, running my hands across his firm belly and kneading his ass cheeks while admiring his physique. David had always been an active kinda guy, jogging and cycling when others drove or played at the computer. As he stood there before me, his body swaying under the heat lamp throwing shimmers off his blonde chest and belly, I marveled at my fortune. He truly was an awesome hunk! My shorts came down quickly since I knew I had to help him clean off. We stepped into the shower and I leaned him against the tile, his broad shoulders and firm ass to me. The water came out cold and he gasped; but heat was quick to follow and soon he was standing under his own power under the spray. I poured shampoo into my palm and began massaging it into his scalp, lathering it into a frothy cream. He leaned his head back to keep the foam from his eyes and sighed at my efforts. I worked my fingertips into his head, massaging the scalp and the sensitive points below and in front of his ears. I rinsed my hands and turned him slowly to allow the water to rinse his hair clean. Facing me now, his eyes closed and head back, I gazed down at his thick meat rod, standing proud and tall from between his legs. My brother was not quite as long as me but he was thick in a way that I could not hope to be. My thinner saber smacked against his cock as we jockeyed under the water and he smiled. I took the soap and began lathering him up, my hands beginning at his shoulders and slowly working their way across his chest, flicking against his now erect rosebud nipples, the fur collecting stray bubbles that shimmered until bombarded with water drops. If anything, my efforts caused his phallus to engorge even more, threatening to impersonate a beer can with its dimensions. I continued across his belly, smearing his fur into swirled designs before wiping my hand across and erasing my traces. I ignored his purple staff and slid my hands along his hips, foaming around his ample pubic hair and down his thighs. I kneeled before him to grasp his muscular gams, the obvious result of his exercise regimen, and slid my hands up and down his legs, teasing him with fingertips brushing against his ball sack. Then I grasped his nuts gently and massaged the soap into the fur coating the sack, jostling his orbs around and bringing a groan to his lips. I grasped his hips and turned him around to face the spray once more, revealing his fur dusted ass to me. I massaged those firm melons and slid a digit or two along the fur lined crack that hinted at its recesses. In response, he shifted his leg to open the cleft to my explorations. Covered with soap, my fingers found little friction and no barrier to entrance as I slid along his pucker. It opened slightly before me, winking in recognition of his deflowered status and the recent exertions. I slid my forefinger inside, a groan emerging from above as my brother settled into the moment. But I wanted more than that and so, with great reluctance, I stood once more and began washing his back, my fingers kneading the muscles and providing massage and exfoliation at the same time. I reached his shoulders once more and turned him around so the water could rinse his back. He opened his eyes and smiled dreamily at me before leaning forward and kissing me again. The scent was of soap this time and I relished the feel of his stubbled chin against mine as we savored the taste of one brother for another. But there was another taste I wanted this morning. Breaking off our embrace, I slid back down to my knees and viewed the object of my new found lust. He was impossibly thick but I needed to sense the fullness of my brother's mast and licked a pearly drop of juice that had peeked from the mushroom's cleft. He tasted of beer and honey and salted pretzels and I moaned softly. I was able to open my jaw wide enough to allow the head to pop into my mouth where several drops of cream joined the first in sliding down my gullet. I ran my tongue around his crown, the total circumference testing my years of experience in going down on men. Davy was in thrall to me, his legs shuddering with the effort of maintaining balance while I played his skin flute to perfection. It took a little effort but his length was perfect for nestling against my tonsils while my cheeks formed a velvet glove for his rod. I slid up and down his cock, my brother leaning against the wall for support. Despite his claim of having been with a man recently, I could tell that he was ready for release as his cock expanded even further, locking itself in between my lips before firing its creamy barrage of jism down my throat. He grunted with each shot and groaned as the last stream dribbled down my tongue and into my hungry pipe. His cock having been drained of liquid, it shrank enough that I could slide off its meaty shaft and swallow the last remaining drops of brotherly goodness. Now I was ready for release, my cock having risen to its full length in preparation for its prodding exploration of my brother's love chute. I stood, my cock slapping against my furry belly, and spun my brother to face the wall, his ass bud twitching in anticipation. I slid into him in a single movement, burying all nine inches of lust inside his velvet love track. He fit me perfectly and I could feel his prostate as my cock knob banged against it. But I was too far along to settle for love right now. I need to satisfy my lust this morning. I began fucking him vigorously, the water flowing over his back and along my chest, smearing fur into patterns as we slapped against one another, my grunts and his moans echoing in the tiled enclosure. As the wave of pleasure crested along my spine and began traveling across my sphincter and toward my balls, I whispered a warning that served to cause Davy to tense his ass, keeping me buried inside him. The first shot seemed to extend twice the length of my cock before the second wave erupted, a sturdy salvo of similar duration. I pumped a quart of love juice into his ass crack and stood, shuddering, under the cooling water. Ever helpful, David reached for the handle and heated the flow of water as I stood, shivering inside him. A moment of rest and I stepped back slowly, my sword sliding from its flesh sheath before the pommel came out with a pop and felt a flash of ice across my cock. Davy turned and kissed me gently, his eyes no longer red, his tears erased with the rinsing water. An evil grin teased its way across his lips and he chuckled. "What?" "Well, Pete, I was just thinking. You know, you really are my `Best Man!'" ....there's a third installment coming. Any guesses what's gonna happen next? let me know what you think! Rob