Date: Wed, 5 Jan 2011 07:34:40 -0800 From: Daniel McLeod Subject: Brothers in Love, Zane and Daniel, Ch 2 *Brothers in Love, Zane and Daniel Ch 2 Daniel McLeod mcleodwrite@gmail.com* Zane gave me thumbs up for the first part of our story, but he wants for me to paint you a better picture of what we look like before I get any further. As I write, we're 24, so I'll describe us as we are now, and I'll try to do a better job at not being in my head and be better at description in the future. That's a pretty hard thing for me, in case you didn't get that. I'm embarrassed to talk much about myself, so Zane asked to write some stuff about me. I hope you're not bored here. Zane is impatient and is going to tear my computer out of my lap if I don't yield (I can't NOT yield to my big brother anyway!). *If my little brother, Daniel, played football, he'd be a linebacker. He's got our mother's peasant stock genes – he's built like a bull. Like, for example, when we're lying together and he puts his arm around me, I swear to God that his arm is made from lead. It's as though his bones just have denser stuff inside of them. He's not at all fat, he's buff as hell, but he's thick. He wears a size 15 ring. His fingers are massive. He's still an inch shorter than me, but now I'm 6'4". And, his feet are two sizes bigger, size 15, to match his ring size. And, talk about thick? Yea, Daniel's share of the family jewels really do resemble a tree stump, but not really "stumpy." * *If you look into Daniel's eyes, they are so dark brown, you get lost. You see his firey energy in them. Daniel is never still. When he sits, one of his legs is perpetually jumping. When he drives, he beats rhythms on the steering wheel. He just has a lot of energy inside his gorgeous body. * *Oops, I got off that subject, his body. He has a great mouth, lush lips, a huge smile. His hair is kinda milk chocolate brown, wavy. He likes it pretty long. It's a rocker thing, I think. I like that I can wrap my hands in his hair when I want. He's got some chest hair, but I started shaving it for him a year ago, so now, like me, he's smooth all over. He doesn't quite have a six pack, as he says, he loves Cap'n Crunch more than he cares about a six pack. I agree. I'm firmly convinced that Daniel's sweet tasting cum is a direct product of his addiction to that sweet bizarrely crunchy breakfast cereal. It's a good thing he loves weight training, or he'd be losing the battle of the bulge. He's perfect. * *Especially his ass. I'm not kidding. Daniel has the sexiest ass. Even before we knew how much he loved to be fucked, his ass was the object of my lust. It's round. Firm. His back is strong and his hips and thighs are well-muscled. His ass is just an extension of some really lucky genes. And, when he bends over and looks back at me over his shoulder, I am incapable of doing anything other than giving him exactly what he wants.* *Some of the other ways I'd describe my little brother include that he sings with the voice of an angel. I know that's kind of sappy, but seriously, to look at him, you wouldn't expect a crystal clear tenor voice with a killer range. He also plays a mean guitar. He believes that Satch is god, and that sound runs the world. He's an inventor. He'll tell you he "builds stuff and fixes stuff," but really, he creates stuff-- stuff that has to do with sound waves. He's already gotten one patent, in high school, fer crissakes, and if he wanted to not have to work at all, he'd be pretty set. He built a device that allows the user to do all kinds of amazing stuff with sound waves, measuring them to calibrate danger in a variety of situations. * *I tease Daniel that the reason I'm going to law school is to be his business lawyer. Anyway, don't let his glib deflections of attention fool you. He's an amazing man. And, I haven't even talked about him as a lover. To be sure, I haven't had many. But, Danny is magic. He just has an innate sense of himself as a sexual creature that blows me away. He reads me, reads people, and gets into your mind and soul and knows exactly how to pleasure you. Well, he does that for me, I mean. He's never had another lover.* *I'm turning the laptop back to Daniel now, before his foot taps a hole in the floor. We're on holiday for a few days for the New Year, and he's got to finish this chapter so that his big brother can have his way with Danny's sweet ass again.* * * * * * * So, where was I? That road trip on which our parents sent us on was probably the most important two weeks Zane and I had in our first sixteen years. We spent the miles in our truck getting to know each other as lovers. That was so odd. Most of the time when you get to know a lover, he's a stranger. But, when your lover is your brother – your twin – it's a different thing altogether. We learned how to be together as lovers on that trip. It was idyllic, really hot, and so much fun. The summer passed and school loomed. We were seniors in the fall, having skipped third grade. Our senior year was a time when Zane and I were never more grateful to have the `rents in our corners. Being a couple proved a difficult thing. At home and in our hearts, we were free to be. But, there really wasn't any way to express ourselves beyond those confines. Dad and mom were champs. In lieu of our senior prom, they sent us to San Francisco to an alternative prom. Thank the stars that we're fraternal twins. It is rare that anyone catches on that we're related. Otherwise, life would be much more of a challenge. This is the story of the prom, and about how my brother and I dipped our toes into engagements with other guys and started to test our limits – and push them. We drove to San Francisco in the trusty Range Rover, of course, We left on a Thursday and had to be back to school on Tuesday. The `rents put us up in a great hotel in downtown SF, Hotel Triton. It's an art deco hotel, kitchy, whimsical, fun. The day of the prom, Zane treated me like the most special guy on the planet. He woke me with a rose on a breakfast tray early in the morning. He wrote me a poem. He gave me a massage and then he fucked me for a long time, including some incredible sex in the walk in shower that included his fisting me for the first time after he dumped his load inside me three times. He didn't fist me in the shower, he just began getting me so hot for his fist, I soon begged him for it. We'd played around with his penetrating me with his hand before, but he always worried that he'd hurt me. After he finished spilling his seed that morning, I still wanted so much more. I kissed him and whispered as I held my arms around his neck, "Zane, big brother, I wish I could tell you why this is important to me. I just..." I stammered and drew in a ragged breath, suddenly overwhelmed by how vulnerable I felt with my brother, with my desire for him to always take me and own me. He heard the edge in my voice and held me more tightly. "I know that inside me is this deep need, big brother, to give myself to you in every way. There's something about having your whole fist in me, about you filling me up physically that way that haunts my senses. In my heart, I feel that it's the most submissive I could be to you, to show you my absolute trust. And," I continued as I touched his phallus, which stood between us rock hard, "I know how much my submission means to you. I appreciate your caution, but I want to give this to you." "Damn, little brother, you know me too well," Zane said and kissed me hard. "I love you, little bro. And, yea, I want to take you, I want it so much. I want to feel you on my arm and see the lust in your eyes. I want to make you scream in pleasure. I want to feel your body contracting on my hand. I want to control your every move. You have to PROMISE me that you will honestly tell me if it hurts too much, okay, Daniel? Promise me. I have to trust that you will not push yourself past your ability to please me. Deal?" I looked into his eyes with my "Daniel look," as my big brother calls it. I sorta look up at him without quite meeting his gaze, in my most submissive, innocent gaze. It melts him every time. "Deal," I said softly. Then with a grin in my voice, I said, "I brought some Elbow Grease. Just in case. Shall I get it?" Zane grabbed my wet hair and pulled my head back to look in my eyes. "You did? You're pretty confident, aren't you?" I just grinned and turned from him, wiggling my butt as I went to grab the lube. "On your knees on the bed as soon as I get these towels down," he laughed after me and said. I grabbed the pot of lube and bounced onto the bed, assuming the position, butterflies zooming around my belly. "Goddamn, Daniel, this ass, I fucking LOVE your ass!" he said as he buried his face in my ass and balls, licking, spitting, humming, kneading my cheeks with his strong, gorgeous hands. He kept sucking in the skin of my balls and pulling it out, stretching it. I groaned and moaned and kept trying to angle so he'd get in my ass. Then, he greased his fingers and suddenly began filling me. Two fingers, three, moving around, opening me. Four, and I could feel the bridge of his knuckles. I kept pushing against him. He got all the way to the bridge of his four fingers. His voice was soft and steady. "Ahhh, damn, big bro, I wish I could pleasure you at the same time, I wish I could suck you as you fist me..." "Shh, you will have my cock, baby, but just now, I'm in heaven." He had his fingers buried as far as they could go without his thumb. He was moving his long fingers inside me like he was waving. In the process, his hand flicked back and forth against my prostate. I started to cum as he rubbed there. "Jesus! Fuck! Holy...!" I yelled. I grabbed for the bedding, trying to keep myself anchored. "Fuck, Daniel, you're so hot. Your hunger is so sexy. Damn, I love you. Just relax and open for me, buddy, you're gonna take my fist today, I want for you to turn over now, baby. I want to be able to watch you when I finally get inside you." I flipped on my back and Zane came up to me and we stared into one another's eyes for several minutes. He smiled down to me with that look. You know the feeling when you can SEE in someone else's eyes that he loves you more than he ever imagined was possible? It makes my belly quiver and then I just smile, from deep in my soul. Of all the people in the world, my hero, my big brother picked me. He waited so long for me, so long. And, every day, he just wants to figure out new ways to show me how much he loves me. Even if I didn't already want to do EVERYTHING possible to make HIM happy, I would just because of that. We are about the luckiest guys on the planet, all around, I believe. I stumbled my way through saying all of that to him and then I said, "Big bro, I'm so ready. Please..." He kissed me and moved down and put his legs under mine. "Okay, now, baby, lift your legs and hold your knees." I did as he asked. His hand began opening me. "Alright, Danny, here's my thumb. When I get it in, we're nearly there. Breathe, little brother, push against me and breathe." He went slowly, so I pushed against him little by little. I was moaning really loudly. It didn't really hurt. I was so excited to have him all the way inside me, I was crazy. He grabbed the lube with his right hand and smeared more around his fist. I held my cheeks open and scooted against him. "Oh god, Zane, so much! We're close, aren't we? I want this so much! FUCK!" I pushed really hard into Zane at the same time that he shifted the angle of his hand slightly. I screamed as his fist filled me up and my ass closed around his arm. The pressure against my prostate was incredible and I began to cum again. Zane slowly began to move in me, very small strokes, which felt amazing. "Okay, buddy, I read about this online. This is called `the bellows,'" he said, and began opening and closing his fist gently inside me. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and my body jerked and danced on my brother's arm. My dick stiffened for the first time since he was in me and I had to grab a pillow again to put over my mouth. "Mmm, Danny likes that..." Zane purred. Wave after wave of what really felt like a sustained orgasm racked my body. I just rode the waves with Zane watching me. For twenty minutes, he did the bellows inside me, alternating with pumping his fist back and forth, fucking me. His eyes never left mine. The connection between us was electric. I was absolutely under his spell. And then, he bent forward and started to suck my dick as he fisted me. "Oh, Jesus, Zane, I'm gonna shoot, it's so good, so crazy good. FUCK! Wah wah WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Zane held my cock in his magic mouth as I shot the largest load of my life down his throat. Zane remained with my cock in his mouth and his fist in my ass. Slowly, he sat up, licking his lips. My dick flopped onto my belly and Zane slowly pulled his hand out of me. I relaxed as he moved up again to me. He flexed his left hand smiling and shaking his head. "You were so tight, babybro, you put my hand to sleep. But, FUCK, holding your entire body on my arm? That's incredible. I LOVED that. Watching your face, feeling your body from the inside? Infuckingcredible. You're amazing. I'm so glad that you pushed me, Daniel, I'm so glad. Thank you!" I took him in my arms and cradled my brother. I pulled him to me, sitting up against the headboard. I held him as he usually held me, petted his face, played with his hair. "You know, big brother, you take such good care of me. You make me feel like a prince, so well loved. I have two things for YOU today. One thing I know you'll like, but the other one is an offer, and it's yours to accept or not. You've never asked and I don't know whether you want it, but if you do, Zane, I'd really like to fuck you if you want to feel me inside you." Zane looked into my eyes with a smile that built as he saw the truth in my eyes. "You'd really want to, Danny? Honestly?" "Do you feel my dick poking your back at the mere thought, big bro?" Zane snuggled down against my cock and said, "Mmm, I do. Is that an indicator of your desire?" "Oh hell, yes," I said, and began to kiss him. Zane pulled away a bit and said, "Will you go slowly? I'm a virgin, you know." I was blown away. "You are? Really?" "Yea, Danny, I am. You aren't the first boy I fucked, I played around with Sean a little bit, but we just sucked each other off and I fucked him. He's a bottom boy, and I really didn't want anyone to fuck me. I think I am really mostly a top, but I have thought about two guys doing me..." I smiled and said, "Me and dad, right?" He looked at me and blushed then said, "You, too, dad, I mean?" "Oh hell, yes! Don't you think he's a stud?" "Err, now, if I answer that, it will seem a little odd, won't it? You've noticed somewhat of a resemblance between us?" I fell on top of him laughing, sitting on him chest and pounding my knuckle into his sternum. "You idiot! You do look exactly like dad minus the gray, and you're BOTH FUCKING GORGEOUS!" He tried grabbing my arms but I pinned him easily. In an on-land battle, the wrestler will pretty much always win over the swimmer. So, I sat on top of him holding his wrists over his head. I began riding him, and soon both of us were stiff and hot, grinding our dicks against one another. I started really getting into the idea of fucking Zane. I'd asked him if he wanted me to fuck him, but I never really thought he'd be interested. Now, my imagination started to go crazy. "You know, with you, I am definitely the bottom. But I have to say that the idea of getting inside you and fucking you is VERY damned appealing. I want to make love to your sweet behind, Zane." "Jesus, Daniel, take me," he said simply. I leaned down, still holding his arms, and began to kiss him, drawing his arms closer to his head, crossing his wrists one over the other and holding them with just my left hand. I moved to his neck, and decided to mark him. I moved down and started biting him on his chest. I bit all the places where his breath grew most ragged. He struggled against my hold, but couldn't throw me off. His nipples stood up like bullets. I licked and sucked and bit them, until he screamed for mercy. I flipped my brother onto his belly, lying on him and chewing on his neck from the back. This left him shivering and whimpering. "Oh, god, Daniel, so good, fuck, I never knew! Gawd, yea, mark me! Oh YEA, harder..." My cock was a torpedo intent on its target. I grabbed the Elbow Grease and worked it between his cheeks, carefully inserting a finger with lube on it. I didn't intend to fuck him yet, just to get him slicked up to start getting him ready. I lay atop my brother and began running my cock up and down his cheeks, barely grazing his pucker, over and over and over. Zane humped up to me, clearly wanting more. Into his ear, I whispered, "Shh, slow down, Zane. You're not driving. Just let me get you there. Stop trying so hard. Shh..." He relaxed and I could feel him smile into the pillow. I lay atop my brother, stretching, covering as much of him as I could. His body pulsed, mine answered. I slowly slid my cock between his bubble butt cheeks. The line of his butt as he lay on his belly with his back arched up to me was so hot...I breathed against his neck, taking in Zane's scent, his heat. I flexed my pelvis and ground into my brother, my cock finding its way to the opening of his heated hole. "Oh, baby, you feel so hot underneath me," I whispered to him. "Feel me there, Zane? You want to let me in? You want your baby brother's thick rod inside that sweet ass of yours?" I pressed against his pucker and held still, letting him push up against me. "Jesus, Daniel, that's wild. You're so hard, but soft, hot, so much at one time. Yea, baby bro, I want to take you in. All the way. I need you. I need to feel what it's like. Please..." I began to push harder, and reached down and spread his round tight cheeks, still lying on top of him. I wanted to breed him in this position. I squished a bunch more lube on my dick and into his ass, then said, "Okay, lover, here I come." I steadily pressed into him. Slowly, not yielding, I pushed inside my brother until he was fully stuffed. "Oh sweet jesus, of fuck, oh my god, littlebro, yes!!" I began to move in him, slowly picking up the pace. It was all I could do to not pass out with the pleasure of my dick's precious confinement and the amazement of Zane letting me fuck him. As good as it felt, I didn't like being on top. It just felt – not quite right. So, I held him and said, "Hold on, you're going for a ride." I rolled us over so that Zane lying on his back on top of me. I grabbed his nipples and began to play with them as he reoriented and braced his legs on either side of me. I fucked up into him, moving my hands over his chest and down to his cock, which was rock hard. He moved my hands away, saying, "No, I want this to last as long as possible, babybro, just keep fucking me." I did as he asked, and soon he said, "Okay, my turn to change positions. I'm going to turn around so we can see one another." Without disconnecting, he turned around on me. Our eyes met and we each leaned in to kiss. Our mouths met and immediately, Zane took control. He used my shoulders as leverage and rode me like a pro. He impaled himself again and again. I held his hips and forced him down on me. "Tell me when you're close, babybro," he gasped. Since I'd just shot the largest load of my life, I was good for some long, hard fucking. I grabbed Zane's dick and began to stroke him. I wanted my brother to have the same kind of orgasm I'd just had. Zane was covered in sweat, and the sun came through the sheer curtains of the room. He never looked more like a god than as he rode my cock just then. "Fuck, you're gorgeous, hunk!" I cried. "I'm getting close!" "That's good, because I'm right there, too, babybro!" Zane leaned forward, forcing me to lie back. On his knees, he rode me faster still. I held his ass cheeks open and fucked up so hard into him that I figured we'd be bruised later on. "Gonna shoot it, Zane, shoot my jizz into that tight ass. Here it comes, brother!" I let go the first volley, then another, and another still. "Shoot that load into my mouth, big brother!" I cried as he face scrunched as it does when he's cumming. I closed my eyes and felt his gift on my face, eyes, chin, and then chest. He rubbed himself softly as he jerked and shook from aftershocks. I pulled him down to me. He kissed some cum off my face and fed it to me. He began licking the rest off my face and chest. Quiet descended during his ministrations. As he moved, my rod began to shrink and slowly slipped out of my brother's ass. "Oh, god," I said. "Yea," Zane replied, holding me as close as two people can get. "That was amazing, Daniel. Holy crap, I love you, babybro. Thank you so much for that. Wow, that was ONE of my presents? What's the other one?" I gave him a sweet, sleepy smile and said, "It's for later. Let's take a nap now..." Then I think that I pretty much just faded out. We woke a couple hours later, which was still only about 3 p.m. We had lots of time to chill and relax before getting dressed to make our dinner reservation and then head to the prom. I woke to Zane propped up with his chin in his hand watching me sleep. He was barely touching my face. I kissed the palm of his hand and crawled into an embrace. "I will never get tired of loving you, Zane," I said, feeling joy wash over me again. He kissed my hair, his arms wrapped around me again and said, "That's good to know, little bro, because I will love you every day of my life. Every day. You first. Always." I cleared my throat and tried to not cry. "It hasn't even been a year since we first loved and already, I can't remember not loving you, Zane. Sometimes I get scared, y'know? I never thought about love before. There was just always the `rents and you. Constants in my life. But, when things changed between us, I started thinking about how risky it is to have one person be the center of my universe." I looked straight into his eyes and said, "Nothing can EVER happen to you, Zane. It would kill me. Please, always keep yourself safe. Always stay healthy. And live forever. Promise me." Zane met my gaze and said, "I can't promise what I can't control, littlebro, but I can promise you that I will always honor your love by paying attention in the world. I will not put myself in reckless danger, and I will be kind to my body. I will remind you, dear littlebro, that YOU are the daredevil, Daniel. I ask that you respect MY love for you and please don't take unnecessary risks with your person, either. And, I can't promise to live forever, but I do promise to live ALL of my days with you by my side. If you will promise the same to me." I smiled at him, and didn't bother to wipe the tears that streamed down my face. I kissed him and said, "Yes. And, now, I want to give you your other surprise." I jumped off the bed and ran to the closet, dragged out my Ibanez 12 string and sat on the edge of the bed. I tuned and then sang for him, an 80s hair band song, Bad English, *When I See You Smile:* Sometimes I wonder How I'd ever make it through, Through this world without having you I just wouldn't have a clue 'Cause sometimes it seems Like this world's closing in on me, And there's no way of breaking free And then I see you reach for me Sometimes I wanna give up I wanna give in, I wanna quit the fight And then I see you, baby And everything's alright, everything's alright When I see you smile I can face the world, oh oh, you know I can do anything When I see you smile I see a ray of light, oh oh, I see it shining right through the rain When I see you smile Oh yeah, baby when I see you smile at me Baby there's nothing in this world that could ever do What a touch of your hand can do It's like nothing that I ever knew And when the rain is falling I don't feel it, 'cause you're here with me now And one look at you baby Is all I'll ever need, you're all I'll ever need Sometimes I wanna give up I wanna give in, I wanna quit the fight And then I see you baby And everything's alright, everything's alright So right... I sang it as best as I could, tried really hard to make the song mine, and when I finished, I just looked at my beautiful brother and smiled. I felt shy and I really hoped he liked it. "The poem you wrote me was more personal, but I couldn't have written a song that says when I wanted to say, Zane..." He had a stunned look on his face. Finally, he just said, "Wow, Daniel. That was so beautiful. Don't apologize that it wasn't original. I could FEEL your words. And, your voice, the guitar, so good, baby. Thank you!" I stood to put my guitar away and came back to see Zane naked at the window, looking out over the city. I walked up behind him and held him. We stood at the window, my head on his shoulder, quiet, for a long time. The sun felt wonderful, the view was glorious, and we felt as though the whole world lay before us. "Let's call the `rents, bigbro. I miss them. You?" He turned to hug me and kiss my forehead. "Great idea, Daniel." Zane grabbed his phone and we rang the house. Mom answered and Zane asked if dad was nearby. Mom said yes, so she put us on speaker. I said, "We just wanted to call and tell you we miss you both and that we're having an incredible time." Zane chimed in, "Yea, you two. You are the best. Especially this past year, you're just rockstars. We love you so much. And, speaking of rockstars, Daniel just sang me the most beautiful song." I cut in and said, "Yea, and Zane wrote me the sweetest poem." Dad chuckled and said, "Sounds as though you two are having a good dose of the mushes, eh?" We rolled our eyes, groaned, and I said, "Guilty as charged, dad." They both laughed and mom added, "The time and energy you invest in making one another happy? That's time that will bless you again and again, as you will always be able to call up those memories. Those moments will work overtime for you the rest of your lives. We are so proud of how you're growing." Never chatty, they rang off after wishing us a lovely prom. We looked at one another and both said, "Food!" Zane also wanted to check out the gym that was affiliated with the hotel, so we dressed and grabbed gym bags and headed out.