Date: Sat, 11 Jul 2009 01:16:03 +0200 From: Dave Gabriel Subject: Yardwork With Tom-6 After a few moments our breathing slowed. "Want some water?" I said dumbly. "Yeah, why not," Steve mumbled. We slipped on our jeans and walked down to the kitchen. I poured some water. We sat down and I put my bare feet on the table. "Put your feet up - just us guys, the wife's not around." He looked at my feet, shrugged, and did the same. We sat semi-reclined, drinking water. "So when did it happen?" I asked. "What?" "What do you think? I mean when did you and Tom do something together? Don't worry - get it off your chest. You sure as hell know I'm not gonna judge." He sat in silence for a while looking at the window and I followed his gaze. A squirrel sat on the grass and then scurried way. "It was day after last Christmas - half a year ago," he finally said. "You guys were there that night, in fact - you came over for dinner - remember?" "Yup. Sure. That was a fun night with everyone there. You were half in the bag when I left." "Exactly. Cheryl took the kids home and I stayed back with Tom. We went up in the woods drinking." "That's when it happened?" "Yup." "What'd you guys do?" "What do you want, a fucking play-by-play?" "Ummm, yeah - that'd be nice. "Asshole. Fucking perv." "That's what your brother calls me." Shit. That was too far. He was going to fucking smack me again if I wasn't careful. He glared at me and finished his water and looked outside again, brooding. "I just figure," I continued, "that from the way you acted now" - I didn't say 'cried', which is what he did - "that you might want to get it off your chest. I'm sorry - I didn't mean to be an asshole. I pretty much feel like an asshole now. I'm sorry." We sat in silence. "You want to know?" Steve said after a while. "Yeah, I do. What's the big deal? Tell me." "He fucked me." "Yeah?" "Yeah - he fucked me, not the other way around. Tom fucked me. So there. That's it. That's what happened." "That's...pretty fucking hot." That's all I could say, and all I could think. My dick started to rise as I pictured young Tom climbing on top of his drunk older bro', having his way with him. "Figured you'd think that," Steve said glumly - but with humor. Cool - we'd made a turn and there was some levity. Thank fucking Christ. "What - just because you're older you should fuck him or something?" I asked, looking pointedly at him. "Seriously - whatever happened between you guys, it just happened - and Ill bet you both liked it." He said nothing. I leaned in closer, taking my feet off the table. "Right?" I said. I reached over and grabbed his bare arm and squeezed it. "So." I came around and stood behind him and started massaging his broad. "Muscles...you're fucking lean and mean, Steve." He tensed up. "Relax. I can tell you're tense. I know what it's like having those little ones running around all the time. Lemme work your shoulders a little bit. I'm good at it." I kneaded him a little and he sighed. "Cheryl used to pay more attention to me but now with the kids it's like I'm not even there," he said after a while, quietly, while I moved down below his shoulders. "Yeah - let me guess - hard to get some too, right?" "Yeah - she's always tired." "I know. And sometimes you just want them to pay attention to your body a little more, right?" I moved my hands to his front side and squeezed his pecs. "Would be nice," he said, sighing. "'Specially you - you've got a great body, Steve. Jesus. It deserves attention." "Thanks," he finally said, smiling slightly. "Come here in the den; I'll do your whole back." He followed me out to the other room. "Lay down on your stomach. Here's a pillow for your head." I worked his back, heading down towards the base of his spine. "Let's get these jeans off, Steve." He looked up at me nervously. "Come on," I whispered reassuringly. He unbuttoned the front, lifted his ass, and I pulled them down and off. His dick was hard, I could see, pointing downwards and sticking out below his crotch. "You want to adjust your stuff?" I asked, slapping his ass. He quickly reached under and positioned his dick so it was pointing upwards. I started gently kneading his ass, and he sighed very quietly. "You know, there's things that your lady does for you that are beautiful and special, that no one else can do. But there's other stuff that us guys can do for each other. Looks like you found out, Steve, how good your ass can feel." I was tracing his hole with my finger now and it quivered. His breathing was choked and I saw him staring straight ahead, with his head to the side, intently. "And it's a great feeling to have another man take you like that, to give that to you. Sometimes it's just what you need." He said nothing. "Did Tom do anything else to your ass besides fuck it?" I asked, playing with his hole. "Nope. Come on - he was 14 for fuck's sake - what do you think - he studied the fucking Karma Sutra before we went up that hill? He just pushed his dick right in there. It hurt." I suppressed a laugh. Yeah, Tom definitely got the trash mouth from Steve. "Yeah - and then it felt good, right? Felt good just now when you fucked me, Steve. You're so strong. You know, it takes a lot of manliness to take a cock - it's easy to fuck someone, but to really take a cock inside of you is a manly act as well. Least that's how I see it." He lay there, just breathing, letting me play with his ass. "Now I'm going to give your body some attention, Steve, and I'm going to stay on your asshole, 'cause I know you want me to. You want me to play with your hole, right Steve?" He looked straight ahead. "Yeah." I took a couch pillow from the floor. "Scoot this under your waist." He lifted himself up and leaned back down onto the pillow. His ass stuck in the air. I was completely hard and my dick strained in my jeans. His asshole was incredible - it was full of black hair and so hot. I spread his cheeks with my two hands and finally could see his pink rose under all that hair. I kneeled down and licked his hole. It tasted sour, and a little like copper, mostly like sweat. Steve moaned and raised his feet off the floor. I looked and saw that he was clenching his toes. "You've got a great asshole, Steve. Do you like it when I put my tongue in there and lick your hole?" "Mmm." His voice was high, pinched. I resumed likcing his hole and now pushed deeper with my tongue. I was inside a bit, and there it was a bit bitter, like I expected, but not in the least bit unpleasant. "Turn around, Steve - on your back now." Slowly, he turned around. His cock was huge again. "Keep your ass on that pillow. Raise your legs up and hold them behind your knees with your hands." He looked at me for a moment - it was a strange moment: His expression changed for a few seconds before he obeyed me, and it was as if he was thinking: 'How the fuck did I get into this position? This fucking perv neighbor of mind is going to sodomize me and I'm sitting here taking it. What the fuck?' I saw the whole self-reflexive thing play across his face - I knew it well. Sometimes sex can be so weird - the way you allow yourself to give up so much control, and then the way that little voice comes back for a moment and says, 'look, you've lost control - ha ha!' "Two seconds," I said, and went and got a stick of butter that was out already. I came back and Steve looked great there, with his ass sticking up. I took a glob of butter and rubbed it around his hole. "Ready? You're sober this time. You're gonna feel my finger. Relax your hole and count to three with me. One - two - three - " and I slid my index finger into his warm hole. His breath sucked in. I began to fuck him with my finger. Steve's hole was so warm and tight. "Okay?" I asked. He nodded dumbly. "Feels great, I know." I took it out and put some more butter on my middle finger as well. He looked back with apprehension. "Push out like you have to shit." I rubbed around his hole, let the index finger in first, followed by the middle, trying to keep my nails out of the picture and trying to go slowly so he wouldn't get that stinging feeling that sucks so much when you first get fucked. I really, really did not want to hurt Steve. I wanted him to enjoy being fucked as much as I did. But, like with his brother, I wanted to dominate him as much as he had dominated me. I pulled out my fingers after a half a minute or so. He was ready. "Okay stud," I said, standing up and pulling down my pants. "You want to get my dick greased up, Steve?" He glanced at the plate of butter. "Sure." He took a glob and rubbed it around my cock; soon I was easily lubricated and slippery. "Pull back your legs again." I kneeled forward and poked at his hairy hole with my dickhead, teasing him. He gasped and whimpered. I pushed slowly, repeatedly - he was tight, and I just slid my head around his entrance for a while. "Remember, push out, baby." He looked at me and as he did, I finally slipped in. I carefully stayed close to the entrance, allowing only my head in. We froze. I spit on my hand and reached down to his dick, spreading my spit around his head. "Play with your hot cock for me, Steve." He reached down and pulled on it, slowly. As soon as he was distracted by that, I pushed in further, more than halfway. "Ahh...haaa...," he said, again in that higher voice that was so hot. He grimaced a little - a little pain, but mostly pleasure now. I began to fuck him slowly. I reached down and pulled on his tight balls. Now he was moaning steadily, quietly. "Yeah Steve," I said. I felt so good and powerful, fucking this stud. This was just right where I was supposed to be right now - in his hot ass to the hilt. I wondered how he felt. "Is this what you want? Do you like having a man fuck you Steve?" "Mmhmmm. Pl-play with my balls. Pull 'em." He started jerking faster and I realized he was going to shoot again. Him and Tom both were so full of sex, so fucking virile. I quickened my tempo, leaning down and driving my cock into him. Now he grunted with every one of my thrusts. Suddenly I felt his ass clamp on me hard. "Look at me Steve. Look at me when I fuck you and look at me when you come." He met my gaze and stared at me. I watched his orgasm telegraph itself across his face the way I had with his brother two days ago. First angry and lustful, then lost and far away right as he shot his first load...then glazed and lax as he shot his second and third load. As his ass continued to contract, I shoved my cock to his hilt a few more times, and slowed down a bit as I came, so the orgasm was in slow motion, building slowly till the end, when I exploded inside of him. I yelled involuntarily, just once - this was so fucking intense. I stayed inside of him for a while, and then slowly pulled out. There was a little bit of Steve's shit on my dickhead, just some dark brown flecks mixed in with my semen and butter. I stood up slowly and he looked at me. I smiled. "Thanks for that, Steve." He just continued to stare. I went to the kitchen to get some paper towel so we could clean up a bit.