Losing To Win, Part IX
"Getting It One Last Time"
By Joey E

Well, I just kept writing after I completed my last chapter of this gay high school series. This part maybe a little over the top, but I think it's good enough. I hope you enjoy it. As usual, if you're under 18 (or 21 in some areas), please don't read on. If you are offended by gay guys learning about life and love, then get out. Thanks to all who have responded. Special thanks goes out to John.  All rights reserved. No unauthorized reproduction is permitted.


I turned and looked at Tim and gasped. I then looked over at my brother who had a surprised look on his face.

"Tim, you're totally fucked up," he said, shaking his head, grinning.

"Ah, just thought I'd ask. Never know until you ask," he said.

I was still shocked.

"Hey Steve, close your mouth," my bro said. "I'm not fooling around with you guys. What you two do, I don't care about. Just don't involve me."

I closed my mouth and sat back down on the couch, looking over at my brother.

I was so fuckin' charged up with hormones today it was ridiculous. God, where was Josh when I needed him? Just because Tim was gay doesn't mean I had to fuckin' jump him. And just because I fooled around with my bro before, doesn't mean I had to again.

"Dude," my bro said to Tim. "I introduced you to my little bro to help him along. Not fuckin' seduce him and sleep with him."

Tim laughed. "Yeah I know. I'm sorry, Steve. I want to be hear to help you, man. I know how tough it is. I'm sorry."

"Oh, it's all right, bud. I understand," I said.

With that, we all went out to eat a late lunch. It was two in the afternoon by now and we all headed out to a local diner to eat. We had a great conversation over lunch, not necessarily about being gay or anything like that. Just three dudes, hanging out, eating lunch together. Which is the way I prefer it.

When we got back, Tim said, "Well, dudes, I hate to leave you, but I gotta fuckin' group meeting to go to for one of my classes."

"Oh yeah, you'll be back around eight?" Matt said.

"Yeah," Tim said. "I'll see you later, Steve." He extended his hand and I shook it.

"Cool," I said.

Tim unlocked his door and my bro did the same. I followed my bro as we headed upstairs. We both sat down on the couch.

"Tim's a piece of work, isn't he?"

"Yeah, he sure is," I said. "He was very cool to talk to. Thanks, bro."

"Oh, buddy, the party's just beginning. We're gonna fuckin' get my little bro drunk tonight!"

"Woo hoo!" I yelled. "Sounds good to me."

"Yeah, my frat is having a party. But, what did you want to do now?"

"Ah, I don't care. You want to play some video games?" I asked, pointing to his Playstation II.

"Sure, bro. What game?"

"You know, which one, " I said., grinning.

"Ah, Triple Play?"

"Yep, you know it!" I said.

He got up and grabbed a controller for me. He put the disc in and turned on the TV. He sat back down on the couch and for the next hour, we were involved in a pretty heavy game of baseball. It was just like old times. My big bro and I. Fuck, at times, I really missed him.

When it was all over, Matt got up and turned the game off. He casually adjusted himself through his sweat pants. Fuck, I hate when he does that. It always gets me boned. I had to reach down and adjust mine then. He looked over at me just as I reached in my jeans to aim the cock upward. He grinned down at me.

"Fuckin' still getting those boners, eh, bro?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said turning red, wondering if my bro knew why I had just gotten mine.

He just chuckled and turned back around. Fuck, I needed to release the tension that was building up inside me all day. I was horned as fuck and I didn't know what to do.

To my surprise, when Matt turned back around, he was sporting wood too, which was easily seen through the sweats. I just stared down at it.

"Steve, man, stop staring. I know it's good to look at, but stop staring. You're freakin' me out!"

"Do you mean to tell me you never noticed me checking you out while I was growing up?" I asked, curious.

He took a deep breath and walked back over to the couch. He changed the channel on the TV and sighed. "Yeah, bro, I noticed. I just thought it was because you were curious . You were a curious kid, you know that. You were always different in that way. I guess I know why now. Uh, you want a beer?"

"In the middle of the afternoon?" I asked.

"Sure, why not?" he asked, getting up to go to the kitchen.

"Okay," I answered. I looked down at my lap, not realizing my hand was on my cock, slowly stroking it. I removed it immediately.

He reappeared around the corner with two bottles of Bud. We both untwisted the caps and threw them on the coffee table. For a college apartment, his apartment was fairly neat. They had posters on the walls of movies, and shit, but the place was relatively neat. Neater than I ever expected my bro to be.

"Matt, you're my bro, right? I can tell you anything?" I asked, after taking a sip.

"Sure, bud, what's up?" he asked, taking a sip as well.

"Didn't you feel something between you and I on those late nights?"

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Yeah, sure, I did. You're my little bro. I enjoyed seeing you change into a man, dude. I mean to me, we're all a little curious. I enjoyed being around guys. I'm not sexually attracted to men, but there's something to that male bonding that feels good, you know? Like when Dirk and I would fuckin' beat off together," he said. Dirk was his best friend in high school.

"But, little bro, I think it's different from what you're feeling. I for the most part grew out of it. I like chicks, always have."

"Why the hell did you teach me to beat off, Matt?"

He looked at me and smiled. "Stevie, your memory is fadin' fast! I didn't teach you. Well it wasn't my idea at least. Don't you remember? You fuckin' barged in on me while I was that one afternoon."

A light bulb went on inside my head. "Oh yeah!" I said. "I just wanted to fuckin' ask you if you wanted to shoot some hoops with me. I walked into our room..."

"Without fuckin' knocking..." interrupted Matt.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. God, how could I forget what I saw? You with your fuckin' pants pulled down past your knees, your cock hard as a rock, and your hand on top of it."

"You scared the shit out of me," he said, laughing. "God, I was so embarrassed."

"I was about twelve at the time. I remembered asking you, what are you doing?"

"Fuck, do we have to talk about this?" he asked, laughing.

"That was the first day I ever jerked off, Matt. Thanks, bro," I said.

"Dude, you couldn't even shoot a fuckin' load back then!" he said. "God, what was I thinking?"

"Hey, you didn't do anything I didn't want you to do. I'm glad you showed me," I said, smiling. "It was totally cool. If I had a little bro, I'd do the same thing for him. I was so fuckin' impressed at the size of your dick man. God," I said.

"Fuck man, change the subject," he said.

I briefly looked down at his sweats, his cock was still fuckin' erect as ever. Mine was leaking precum out of it. I wanted my big bro big time. And no one was going to stop me.

"Man, go in the bathroom and fuckin' beat off already," he said, laughing, looking at me. "You're fuckin' out of control."

I downed half the bottle of beer. I took a deep breath and looked back over at Matt. God he was so hot in my eyes at this point. 6'2", 210lbs, brown, straight hair (mine was curly), green eyes, fuckin' ripped chest, and just what I wanted my body to be like when I turned his age.

Matt sighed again. "Stevie, you're fuckin' making me a little uncomfortable, looking at me like that."

There had to have been just a little part of him, if only a little part of him, that wanted to do it one last time. I was sure of it. He was still hard as a rock.

"Oh, fuckin' shut up, Matty. You're fuckin' rock hard. I'm fuckin' rock hard, let's fuckin' get these dicks off together!"

"WHAT?" he screamed, almost jumping out of the couch.

"You heard me," I said, calmly. "Come on, bro, one last time, for me?" I asked.

"Steven, just fuckin' go into the bathroom, beat it off and come out normal again," he said.

"Aw, fuck," I said, softly. I looked at his face. His eyes met mine. I was never more serious in my life. And apparently, neither was he.

"Go beat off, Steve," he said.

I knew not to fight him by this point and went into the bathroom. Well, at least I tried. No use fighting a losing battle. I yanked out my dick, standing up, and beat off, with visions of my brother flying through my head. Fuck I was a sick bastard. It was not a minute later, until I shot a load, letting out a moan, shooting my semen across the room on to the wall.

"Aw, fuck," I whispered. I fuckin' cleaned off my dick the best I could. I wiped my load off the wall and smiled at myself in the mirror. "Damn, I'm good."

I walked out of the bathroom, feeling much better, and feeling like I had cleared my mind. I no longer saw my brother as a hot hunk. He was my brother. My big bro who I loved so much as a brother.

"Feel better, Stevie?"

"Much!" I said, sitting back down next to him.

"Thank god!" he said. "Well, my roommates are going to be back soon. We'll probably go out to eat with them."

We hung out in his apartment, talking about school and classes. He told me about his new girlfriend, how he hated living with one of his roommates, and I told him about how I broke up with Jill, and how I was ready to move out of the house.

His roommates' showed up and we all went out the school cafeteria to eat. His three roommates were equally good looking guys. Not exactly my type, but they were all cool guys. I hung out with them before, so I knew them pretty well. We all went back to the apartment afterwards. Tim came over soon after.

"Hey Tim," the guys said, as he appeared in the door way leading to the steps.

"Hey guys. Hey, Steve," he said, to me, walking over to me.

"Hey Tim," I answered back. Damn, he looked fine. I was realizing I did have a weakness for the small dudes. And this small dude was a mighty fine one. Dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, fuckin' killer tight body, and a great smile.

Pretty soon, it was time to go out and party. I don't even know what the name of the frat house we went to, I assume it was my bro's, but I didn't ask. Tim and I hung out the most as we had a common bond, obviously. Matt was too busy socializing with the crowd, although he would introduce me to his frat brothers.

Tim and I made small talk throughout the evening, drinking beers, and I was getting more drunk by the minute. We talked about his classes, his ex, my current boyfriend, we even compared notes on which guy was hot or not.

"Hey, Steve, how about that one?" he asked me, nodding his head towards a cute guy that just walked in the room.

"Ah, not my type, but he's good looking," I answered.

"What is your type man? Every guy I think is hot, you don't. What the hell?" he asked laughing.

"Look in the mirror, Tim. That's my type," I answered, smiling.

Tim blushed. "Fuck, dude. Don't say that to me. I'm trying to behave," he said.

I was feeling fuckin' drunk by this point. "Why behave?" I asked rather loudly.

"You're fucked up," he said, smiling.

"Now there's someone I could go for," I said, looking over at a boy in a blue visor, short and thin.

"You like that?" Tim asked, laughing.

"Sure," I answered.

"Well, I guess there's hope for all of us then. If a cute hunk can go for someone like that, then there's hope for all of us."

"You wouldn't do him?" I asked, taking another sip of my beer.

"Not my type," he said, smiling.

It suddenly dawned on me what we were talking about and where we were at. "Dude, what the hell are we talking about? This is so fuckin' weird!"

"But you gotta admit, it sort of did feel natural," he said.

"Yeah it did," I said, thinking about it.

"See I told you, dude, guys are guys! It doesn't matter what your preference is. Guys will always look around at the scenery!"

"Fuck yeah bro!" I said, holding up my hand, in a macho way (not like a queen on the dance floor) and he slapped me five.

"Well, regardless there are some hotties here tonight," he said, looking ahead at one.

"I know it," I answered. "So, I gotta know this. What made you suggest a threesome this afternoon?"

He shrugged his shoulders and said, "Don't know, it sounded good."

We both laughed. "Well, yeah it did, actually," I said. "But he's my bro, and he doesn't want to, so I guess we can't."

"Yeah," he said sighing.

Just then, someone grabbed Tim's shoulder. Tim turned around and smiled. "Ryan!" he yelled.

"Hey, Tim," the guy said, smiling. They were literally the same height and weight.

"What are you doing here?" Tim asked.

"Ah, some of my friends and I decided to come here for a change," the guy called Ryan said.

"Cool! Ry this is my friend Steve, Steve this is my friend Ryan," Tim said.

We shook hands. "Nice to meet you," I said.

"Same here, man," Ry said.

"You here with Jay?" Tim asked.

"Of course, can't leave home without it," Ry quipped. "He's over getting a beer now. This is fuckin' stupid being in the basement of a frat house. But some of our other friends wanted to come here, so we agreed to. Man, I'd rather go out to Philly clubbing."

"Aw, dude, I'd love to do that now," Tim said. "But, I promised his bro I'd look after him."

Now I felt bad for keeping Tim from doing what he wanted to do.

"If you want to go out, Tim, go. I'll be all right here," I said.

"But what if I wanted to take you home with me?" he asked, softly.

I laughed. "Did you?" I asked.

"I thought about it, but then, what would your brother say?" Tim asked.

"What are you guys talking about?" Ryan asked with a smile.

"Sex," I blurted out, laughing.

"Ooo...who? You two?" he asked, grinning.

"No!" Tim said, laughing. "Nothing like that."

"So, dude are you coming or not?" Ry asked.

"Uh," Tim said, looking at me. "Nah, buddy, I think I'll pass tonight," he said.

I was somewhat relieved that Tim made the decision to stay. But, still uncertain of what else was in store for me tonight. Ryan made his exit, leaving us alone.

"Well, getting back to what we were talking about before, who are you checkin' out tonight?" Tim asked.

"I have no clue what I'm doing, Tim," I said, laughing.

"It's not that hard. Just look around. Check for cute guys who are looking back at you. Make eye contact with them, discreetly check them out, buddy. Try it," he said.

I immediately looked around the room. I took what Tim had told me about guys with guys. It's no different. All you have to do is look around you and pay attention. I scanned the room a couple of times to see who was there. I met eyes with a few dudes, but nothing that told me they were interested. I also met some eyes of chicks, which I wanted nothing to do with. I was in dick mode.

Suddenly, I caught a movement from the corner of my eye. I turned to look and saw a fuckin' cute boy. His face caught my eye. It was the cutest face I had seen all night. Maybe even cuter than Tim's. I looked down at his body, and found that he was rather well built. His face, though was the key. He had fuckin' dimples when he smiled. Dark brown hair, blue eyes, and he was wearing a baseball cap and a fuckin' short sleeved button down shirt with the top three buttons unbuttoned. I tried to see what was there, but couldn't see very clearly.

"Ah, I see what you're lookin' at," Tim said, softly.

"Okay, now what?"

"You want a closer look?" he asked, smiling at me.

"Sure."

"Then make yourself more visible to him. Do it discreetly, but make sure he notices. Here, walk with me," he said, starting to walk towards him.

I reluctantly followed him. He moved a bit closer to the intended target. I couldn't believe I was doing this. It seemed crazy. But then again, I really wanted to see what was under his shirt and see him closer.

He was less than ten feet away from me before and now he was about five. I tried to look at his chest, and all I saw was smooth skin. Fuck, that's hot, I thought to myself. I looked back up to his face, only to find him staring right back at me. I was totally put off by this and almost ran away. I did turn my head away from him. I slowly turned back around to get another glance and to see if he was still staring at me. Which, he was. I focused my eyes on him this time, taking a sip of my beer again. He nodded, I nodded back. Then he looked away because his friend came up from behind. He started talking to him, but at the same time still glanced over my way.

"You got his attention. Now what do you want to do?" Tim asked.

"Uh, run?" I joked, taking another sip of my beer.

"What? You gotta see this thing through."

"Why? I know how to do it now. But I didn't say I wanted to do anything with it. God, I'm fucked up," I said. I took another sip of my beer.

"Aw, man, you've got him. Go up and say hi to him!" he said.

He was still there, and he was still leaning against the pole. I couldn't help myself. I downed the last of the beer in my cup and started walking slowly over to him. Both of us locked eyes as I came closer. He was alone again, standing there, watching me come closer. It was almost the hottest thing that ever happened to me. His straight face broke in to small grin. I grinned back.

"Yo," was all he said.

"Hey, how's it going?" I asked, trying to be cool.

"I saw you hangin' around Matt. Are you his little brother?" he asked.

"Yeah, how'd you guess?"

He laughed. "Well, I can see the family resemblance. It's in the eyes."

I laughed along with him. "So, what brings you out here tonight?"

"Matt and my friend Tim did. And I'm having a good ol' time, too, gettin' drunk, havin' fun, bud."

"Well, that's good to hear," he said. I noticed his eyes scanning up and down my whole body.

"You having a good time?"

"It's cool," I said, trying to be as relaxed as I could.

"By the way, I'm Chris," he said, extending his hand.

I shook it, and said "My name is Steve. Nice to meet you."

He gave me a big smile which made me smile back. What the fuck was I doing? I turned around to see if Tim was still back there. He was over at the bar instead, chatting with my brother.

I tried to remember that I was cool, confident Steve. I had no problem flirting with girls. That came natural. This was a little harder. I couldn't tell if I was doing the right thing or not.

"Steve," he started to say. I turned back around.

I started to giggle when he grinned at me.

"Are you wasted?" he asked.

"Shitfaced is more like it," I answered, still giggling.

He chuckled and said, "Well, more power to you. So, what's a cute guy like you doing here? Trying to pick up some pussy?"

I shot a look at him of surprise. "Uh, not exactly..."

He laughed and leaned up to my ear. "Or score some dick?"

I looked at him in shock. I didn't know what to say.

"Well," I said, abruptly interrupted by my bro, punching my arm.

"Hey, Chris!" he exclaimed, putting his arm around my shoulder. "I see you met my little bro."

"Uh, yeah, we were just talking," he said, surprised.

"Well, I hate to break this up, but we've got to get going!" he said, pulling me away.

"WHAT?" I exclaimed, not knowing what else to do. I noticed Tim standing behind my brother.

"What are you his warden?" Chris joked.

"I don't think so," I said, quickly, turning my attention back to Chris.

"Bro, I need to see you now," Matt said, grabbing me by the arm. I was too drunk to fight so I just went along with him. He led me to a secluded corner of the basement.

"Tim just told me what you're trying to do," he said, seriously.

"And the problem with that is?" I asked.

"There is no way you are going to pick up one of my fraternity brothers. I cannot deal with that. I'm sorry, but I can't let you do that."

"Well, what the fuck, Matt?"

"Stevie, go upstairs all right? This is not a place to talk about this," he said.

"Aw, fuck, come on!" I protested.

"Follow me upstairs," he said, turning back around to go through the crowded basement.

Again I reluctantly followed him. We were soon joined by Tim.

"What the fuck did you tell him?" I asked Tim.

"He's not happy, Steve. I think I may have crossed the line tonight," he said, looking sorry.

"Well, it's my fuckin' life!" I said. We just were about to pass Chris again. I looked at him and stopped in my tracks.

"I'm sorry, apparently he owns. I hate to leave you, bud," I said.

"Sorry, Chris. I think I need to take him home before he gets too out of hand," Matt said, from behind.

Chris looked disappointed but understood. "Okay, I hope to see you soon."

"Yeah me, too," I said, smiling at him. We shook hands. Matt grabbed me by the shoulders and pushed me along on my way. Oo, I was going to let him have it as soon as we got home.

We walked through the house, exiting by the front door. Nobody was saying anything as we left.

"Thanks for not making a scene," he said, once we were walking away from the house.

"You fuckin' asshole!" I shouted. "Why the hell did you do that?"

"Think of how I feel," he said, calmly. "How am I going to explain that my brother was sleeping with my 'brother'?"

"I was just about to fuckin' pick him up and you had to screw it up. You said yourself fuckin' just do it."

"But not with Chris!" Matt said. "What the hell were you thinking?"

"I don't know. I just wanted to see if I could do it. Why the hell did you stop me?"

"Chris is a relatively new brother to the frat. He transferred schools, and I don't know much about him. I don't know why I felt I had to come break it up, but I just felt it was right to do. I worry about you, Steve. And I'm not exactly THAT comfortable with you being gay yet. I mean, it's fine. But I am not ready to see you fuckin' do that!"

I stayed silent and I had to admit, Matt made sense. It was a little selfish on his part, but in the end, I think it made sense to me.

"Come on, Matt. It was his fuckin' chance," Tim said, coming to my defense finally.

"You set him up for this, fucker," Matt said. "I can't believe you would do that."

"Matt, he's gay, all right? He likes dudes. Accept it!" Tim yelled as we walked across the street.

"Fuck you," my bro roared at Tim.

"Matt, don't be mad at Tim," I said. "He was only trying to help."

"God!" Matt exclaimed. "My little bro. Fuckin' leave my little bro alone." It was clearly obvious he had a lot to drink and more issues than I thought he did.

"Matt, you can't say you're comfortable with it, and then do this to him," Tim said.

"Fuck," Matt said in frustration. "I didn't expect this. I'm sorry, guys. I just am too fuckin' shocked to handle of all of this. You're my fuckin' little bro, Steve. I love you. I just wanted the best for you . I always have, you know that."

"Yes," I said, softly, knowing my brother meant every word of it.

"I just can't get over the fact that you like dudes! I mean, hearing it wasn't that big of a problem. It was seeing it this afternoon and evening that brought it to life. I'm sorry. I just wasn't ready for that."

We were at the apartment building by this time.

"Tim, I'm sorry for being such an asshole to you. I guess I have more to learn about myself than I thought," he said, looking straight at Tim.

"It's all right, Matt. I understand. It probably was a shock to you tonight. And maybe I shouldn't have done what I did."

"I mean, I handled you being gay. I figured if I could handle you being gay, I could handle my brother being with dudes."

"Well, it takes time," he said. He looked at me.

"Are you all right, Steve?"

"Yeah, I'm fuckin' proud of myself," I said, beaming.

We high-fived in front of my brother. "It's all right, buddy. Well, I'm sure you have some things to talk about. So I'll make my exit now."

"Sounds good to me," Matt said. "I'd like to talk to my bro some more."

"Cool, well, I'll see you tomorrow then?" Tim asked.

"Sure," I said. We shook hands and each of us went into our respective apartments.

I walked up the steps, following Matt. God his ass looked good in his cargo pants. God, he was a hottie. I was still buzzed, still horny, and still lusting after my damn big brother.

We walked up the steps and I collapsed on the couch. He sat down beside me, and turned on the TV with the remote.

"I hope you can forgive me for being such an ass," he said.

"Yeah, I can. I can understand it's a lot for you to take in. And part of me wants to thank you for stepping in when you did. I really had no clue what I was doing or what I was trying to accomplish."

"It was just so awkward and weird to me. I just lost control," he said, looking over at me. "I'm sorry."

He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and drew me into him. God, he felt good next to me. I felt so comfortable that I rested my head on his shoulder and enjoyed being held. Unfortunately, I developed a fuckin' boner again, getting lost in his cologne. I looked up at his face and smiled at him. He smiled back. That's when I lost control and kissed him on the cheek. I settled back down. He seem to freeze up after that.

"Bro, what are you doing?" he finally asked.

"Nothing," I said. He adjusted himself again. Fuck why does he have to do that?

"Well, what do you say we hit the sheets and catch some z's?" he asked, turning off the TV.

I didn't want to let him go but I did.

I got up and asked, "Well where am I sleeping?"

"Well, my roommate is gone, so you can sleep in his bed tonight. You bring the sleeping bag?"

"Yeah, it's in there already."

"Good, bro. Well, I'm ready for bed, if you are, bro," he said, getting up.

I staggered to the bedroom, laying out the sleeping bag on his roommate's bed. My bro came into the room after brushing his teeth. I watched him as he took his shirt off. His chest was completely smooth, though I knew he shaved it. I would be shaving mine soon too. I admired his fuckin' perfect body, the one I was familiar with. He still had his six pack.

"Are you gonna just stand there and watch me undress?" he asked, breaking me from my trance.

"Uh.....sorry, Matt," I said, going back to what I was doing. He unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down, revealing his boxer briefs.

"Fuck," I muttered.

"Are you sure you're all right?" he asked, looking over at me.

"Yeah, I'm fine..." I said, still staring at his body. I was boned up again, and it showed through my jeans.

My bro crawled into his bed. "Turn out the light when you're all situated."

I stripped my shirt off, stripped my jeans off, until I was just like my bro in my boxer briefs. I looked over at my brother who had his eyes closed. I almost lost my balance as I walked around the bed.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Yeah, I'm all right," I said, walking over to the light switch. I flipped it off and worked my way back to the bed.

Maybe because I was drunk, I shucked my boxer briefs off. It was fuckin' hot as hell, and I threw open the sleep bag and just laid there with it open. I couldn't help it, my cock was aching to be played with. I quietly tried to start jerking it. I heard my brother breathing deeply. Since it didn't appear that he was awake anymore, I didn't care anymore. I started jerking my cock faster. I used my left hand to stroke it, and my right to massage my balls. I fantasized about my bro, unwillingly. I tried to think of other things, but he kept coming up in my head. I let out a quiet moan.

I was having a slow jack, enjoying the feeling. I was really getting into my fantasy when all of a sudden I was aware something was in front of me. I looked up and saw my bro's face. He let out a big sigh and whispered, "Move over."

I was shocked. I moved over immediately and he laid down next to me. He let out another deep sigh and took his cock out. It was rock hard, just as I remembered it. It was fuckin' hot to see my bro next to me. I pressed up against him, and I started jerking off again. My bro was pretty vocal when we were younger, and nothing had changed. He started moaning softly as he worked that fuckin' cock of his.

"Fuck," I said softly. He turned to me and smiled.

"Brings back memories don't it?" he asked.

"Mm hm," I answered. I leaned into him and kissed him on the lips. He froze.

"Sorry, Matt," I said softly.

He seemed to relax again after that. He let out a big sigh and softly said, "It's all right, Stevie. Just brother stuff right?"

"Yeah," I said, stroking my cock again. "Can I kiss you again?"

He leaned into me this time and kissed me. I threw my arms around his muscular body and felt him hug me back. This was wild! I couldn't believe this was happening. I opened my mouth hoping he would take the hint. He didn't. So then I started to work my tongue into his mouth. At first he hesitated. Then he let my tongue in. He broke the kiss after that. But still held on to me. Our cocks were rubbing against each other.

He let me go and I worked my way back to his side. We resumed jerking our cocks. I matched his moans, which I used to know so well. I rested my head on his chest fuckin' jerkin' my cock. I looked up at his face. His eyes were open, looking down at my cock. That made me jerk faster. My bro was watching me jack off. I kissed him lightly on the arm. He was too into his jack to care, and he kept jacking. I grabbed on to his balls with my left hand and he let out a moan.

"Yeah, little bro, your cock has grown since the last time I saw it," he mumbled.

"Yeah I know, " I said, softly. "It's fuckin' bigger than yours now."

"Looks that way, bro," he whispered.

"Come on Matt, fuckin' cum for me, man. Jack it off, bro," I said softly.

"Uh....yeah...fuck.....feels good," he said.

I couldn't stand it any longer and I felt my balls rising up.

"Matt, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum..." I moaned, getting louder and louder.

"Yeah, bro, shoot that fuckin' cum," he said, softly, wrapping his arm around me harder.

I let it go with a high pitched moan, and out the load shot out of my cock head. Fuckin' hit my bro in the face. The rest hit my chest and stomach. I shook with the after shocks of the orgasm. God it felt good.

"Aw, fuck little bro, great fuckin' load!" he whispered. He made moans which I hadn't heard for years, but still knew he was about to shoot. I fuckin' looked down at his cock.

"Yeah, Matt, god, shoot it, please. Fuckin' shoot it for me. One last time," I said.

"Yeah, bro, jerk me off," he said, breathing hard.

He took his hand off his cock and I replaced it with mine. He was pinching his nipples as I stroked his hard, seven inch. His body started shaking as he passed over the edge.

"Yeah, I'm gonna cum," he moaned. "Aw...fuck...BRO!"

The first shot landed next to his head on the pillow. I could hear it splatter. The second shot landed on his face....and third on his chest. The rest dribbled out.

He let out a big sigh when it passed. "Whew!" he exclaimed.

I couldn't resist and I leaned over his chest and licked some of his load off his chest.

"Aw, fuck, bro, what the hell are you doing?"

"Tasting your load," I said.

He got up out of my bed and got something to clean up with. He threw a towel to me and I cleaned my load up off my body as well.

"Thank you, Matt," I said, climbing back into my bed. "I'll never forget it."

Matt said nothing and went to bed. I laid in bed for a while after that awake.



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