Date: Mon, 24 Apr 2017 14:31:15 +0000 From: HKL ... Subject: A lifetime of memories - Part 02 Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. This story is about a son and his dad. All sexual acts in this story are between two consenting adults. The story does however, include the younger years of the son. If you do not like or approve of this please do not read this story. --- As I watched him lying on his back, enjoying every inch of my manhood inside him, I knew I couldn't hold on much longer. I had to fill him with my seed, his brothers. I fucked him harder, I could feel my manjuice coming. I couldn't resist it anymore and heard my own voice moaning harder. I looked my son in his eyes and saw him closing his eyes. His mouth made a smile and I knew. He was thinking about how we got to this moment. I closed my eyes, ready to fill his tight ass with my semen. Rain poured from the sky. The streets where empty. Everyone was inside. I walked past a house and looked through the window. A family was laughing. A mother, father and 2 kids. I kept walking trying to forget what happened, but seeing that happy family was all it took for me to break down. I rang the bell and footsteps approached the door. The door opened and for a second I saw the smile on his face. But when he saw me, his smile made place for sadness. My brother knew that it was over. My marriage had ended. The sun woke me up. I opened my eyes and realised something. I felt different. It seemed that the weight I had carried around on my shoulders for the past six months was gone. I didn't feel depressed. I stood up and looked at the alarm clock. It was 7 in the morning. My brother would be up in half an hour. I decided to get in the shower and surprise him with breakfast. He had been so patient with me, the last six months. All I could remember from the last six months was me complaining, crying, drinking and having sex with any woman I could find. One time I was so drunk I just fucked a girl right behind the door. My brother came home from work and stared at us. He said nothing and just went to his room. But now I knew things where about to change. I wanted to thank him and even though making breakfast would never be enough, I knew he would appreciate it. I walked to the bathroom and pulled down my boxers to take a piss. I wasn't fully awake yet but a stream of hot water on my stomach did the trick. I looked down and saw a stream of piss falling backwards in the air. I managed to stop peeing and ran into the shower. As I turned the warm water on, my own warm water left my morning erection. I couldn't help but smiled. You might think that at 28 I should have known better than to empty my bladder with my morning wood. But when your life falls apart and depression takes over, morning wood doesn't come to say hello very often. I felt great again. I enjoyed every drop of hot water falling on me. I just wanted to enjoy this feeling as long as possible. I made sure my dick stayed rock hard as I shaved my face. I don't know why but I shaved my balls and dick too. I used that shower gel that turns into foam and let my hands glide all over my body. I could feel precum leaving my slit and travel down my cock. My hands played with my nipples. Pinching them, pulling them softly, caressing them as if my hands had a mind of their own. They glided down my hairy abs and knowingly avoided touching my rock hard, precum oozing morning wood. They massaged my balls and I let out a soft moan. I poured more shower gel on my hands but this time they didn't travelled along my whole body. I could feel the foam touching my ass. My hand massaging my cheeks while slowly moving towards the middle. My left hand started playing with my nipples as my right hand glided up and down my surprisingly smooth crack. I could feel my hole getting impatient. It needed attention but my hand wasn't listening. My left hand left my chest and before I could contain myself I let out a moan of pleasure. My left hand was jerking my cock while my right middle finger finally conceded. As my left hand had grabbed my dick, my right middle finger slid inside me. I felt everything I had missed since that rainy day six months ago. Every drop of water felt like the touch of another person. Every inch of my body was enjoying my twirling finger inside me and my massaging hand on my dick. My mind was full of every sexual emotion I ever had. My middle finger went in a little deeper and I gasped. My eyes flew open, my middle finger did whatever it did that gave me the most amazing feeling in the world, my cock hardened and I felt my cum flowing through my shaft. My eyes rolled back, my middle finger gave a hard push and my sperm shot out of my cock. One...two...three...four.... That was...Five...Six.... My whole body shuddered with pleasure. I pulled my finger out and grabbed the faucet to wash away my load. I opened my eyes and froze. I had forgotten to close the door of the shower cabin and had shot my load into the bathroom. And I saw my brother standing in the doorway. His face showed nothing but amazement. We both stared at each other. BANG....We both awoke from the sound of the faucet falling out of my hand. My brother clapped and said: "That was truly an amazing cumshot little brother, but if you don't mind I need to use the bathroom." He smiled and walked to the toilet. Before I could say anything he dropped his trousers and took a piss. I turned around turned the water off. I stepped out of the cabin and saw my brother still standing with his manhood in his hands, but I didn't hear water falling into the toilet. --- I realised I never introduced myself. Me: Jonathan, 41 years old. 6'1", hairy body, black hair and green eyes. I'm not muscular but I do like to keep my body healthy. I'm sorry to bother u with my depressing memory of my divorce but I just had to get it out. So quick summary. Married at 23 with the girl of my dreams. Unfortunately I wasn't the guy of her dreams and after five years of marriage she ended it. I was devastated. I went into a depression and couldn't get out of it. I lived with my brother who has always supported me. You wouldn't say that we were brother if u say us together. He was 6'4", born with blond hair but changed the colour every 2 weeks, muscular perfectly smooth body and blue eyes. He wore earrings in both ears (not the girly hoop types but diamond stones). If u saw him you would've never believed how masculine he is. Despite his perfect look and metrosexual appearance, he is one of the most manliest man I know. We had our differences when we were younger and never had that brotherly bond u always see in movies, but all that changed when I turned 19. On my 19th birthday he took me on a trip that changed our bond. He surprised me with a weeklong trip to Amsterdam. Of course u have to try the weed there so he did. I didn't want to and I'm glad I didn't smoke that night. I won't bother u with the details but I ended up saving my brothers live and after that our bond was unbreakable. He did, however, kept a part of his life secret from me. No matter how much I tried he wouldn't let me know and eventually I stopped trying. That's a little backstory about me and my brother, now back to the bathroom. I noticed my brother was still standing in front of the toilet with his dick in his hands but I didn't hear anything. I grabbed a dirty towel and dropped on my knees to wipe up the semen on the floor. My brother still stood there and curiosity took over. I glanced toward him and saw why he didn't empty he bladder. In his hand was his own morning wood. U already know that we had our differences in the past. And when we made up we were both living our own lives so I had never seen my brother naked. I'm happy with my body and even though she would never admit it now, my ex-wife was too. But seeing my brothers dick in full glory made me rethink that confidence. In his hand he was holding a thick uncut dick. His shaft was veiny, his glans was fully uncovered and just a bit thicker than his shaft. I wiped the remaining semen of the floor and stood up. "U know I'm still here right?" I said trying to sound as if nothing happened. My brother turned around and said: "How can I forget. I came here to take a piss and seeing u shooting that load made that impossible." I didn't know what to say and just laughed. I dried myself off and left the bathroom. As I entered my room I realised he didn't close the bathroom door. I also noticed he left his bedroom door open. Remember the part about my brother having a secret? This is part of that secret. When I rang his doorbell six months ago he took me in without questions. The day after he said that this was my home too and that I should live here however I seem fit. He only had one rule and that was to never enter his room. Me being heartbroken and all never thought anything of it but now that I felt reborn, that rule seemed pretty darn weird to me. I heard the shower running and decided to have a quick look before he finishes his shower. I walked towards the room and took a peek. He had an amazing taste. His room was marvellous. Everything in there felt like it belonged in that specific place and position. I wanted to see more but I knew I couldn't risk getting caught. I took one last look at his room when I saw it. The drawer of his nightstand was open. I saw different colours together but couldn't figure out what I was looking at. Before I could take a better look, the sound of the water running in the shower stopped. I quickly got to my room. I noticed how much energy my shower session had used of me and sat on my bed to let it all sink in. My naked butt had barely touched the bed and my door flew open. "Happy birthday little brother. " There stood my brother. In his hands he held a beautifully wrapped box, with a bow and a little card. And behind the gift was my brothers manhood, either hanging free, or politely put away in his underwear. As I looked at the gift I noticed that I could only find out what he was wearing if I took gift out of his hands. --- So yeah, after a depression of six months I woke up and my life had turned 180 degrees. The divorce didn't bother me anymore. I was happy and my life was going on well. My brother and I were closer than ever sharing everything that happened in our lives. I couldn't believe that turning 29 would be a day to remember. I mean, you can't really forget the first time you... Wait... I getting ahead of myself. Where was I.... I looked at my brother and saw his eyes lighten up and a grin appearing. I actually forgot it was my birthday. Apparently the surprised look combined with the look of realisation is something funny on my face because my brother could not keep his joy to himself. He told me to close my eyes and I did. I heard some noise and when he told me to open my eyes, he sat in front of me. I didn't dare to look if he really was naked so I just looked at him. He cleared his throat (how could I have not known he was gay. I mean come on he only did it to add more spice to his performance) and began to speak. "Dear Jonathan. Today is your 29th birthday. Ten years ago we reconnected. So today isn't just your birthday, but also the birthday of us being brothers. I had to make some last minute changes to this speech because of recent events." He looked at me with a mischievous look and continued. "When u rang my doorbell six month ago, I didn't know what to do. I wanted to make things better but I didn't know how. So I decided to just let you deal with it on your own. Maybe it seemed like I didn't care because I never asked how you were holding up, or if u needed a shoulder to cry on. I want you to know that none of that is true. I told you that night that I only had 2 rules. The first one, you lived up to." I looked down ashamed. I knew he was talking about all those times he walked in on me fucking some woman I didn't know. All those times he had to carry me to my bed because I was too drunk to move on my own. I even pissed in my own bed once and he cleaned it with no comment, no judgement. "Don't be ashamed. I know you were dealing with the whole situation as seemed fit to you at the time. All I was hoping was that you would feel a little bit better before your birthday. And after seeing you this morning I think that pretty much fell into place. So today I am gonna take you out. I have this whole day planned for us. Like I said, today isn't just your birthday, but also the birthday of us being brothers. Try to remember that if you get the feeling that this day isn't about you." I waited for him to speak but he didn't. I looked up at him and saw him smiling. Not just a smile of happiness. It was a smile that said everything I needed to hear. A smile that took away my shame and replaced it with gratitude. He stood up and waited for me to take his present. I grabbed the box and he turned around before I could see what he was hiding. As he walked out of my room I saw my brothers back and his firm round ass covered by his briefs. I unpacked the box and opened it. Inside were 3 things. A folded piece of paper that had a 1 written on it, another gift marked with the number 2 and a photo album with a big 3 on its cover. That was my brother. He always knew how to make even the lamest things worth it. I knew I had to follow the numbers. He always planned these thing months ahead. Something about the photo album intrigued me. I wanted to see it but knew better. I sat my back against the wall (my bed doesn't have a headpiece) and unfolded the piece of paper. It was handwritten. My brother sure put his time into this. "Hey Little Brother, If you're reading this it means you are feeling better. At least better enough to celebrate this special day. I know you and I also know that gift number 3 will have gotten your attention before the other two. I also know that you wouldn't dare to mess up the order of opening your gifts. If it's morning, we will have breakfast downstairs. I will let you know when it's ready. If its noon, I probably woke u up with a bucket of water and your angry about that. Lose that anger because I'm taking you to brunch. Either way, you are not allowed to open gift number 2 and 3 before you are told to. You need to have those 2 gifts with you all the time today so good luck finding something to carry those with you. Lots of love, Anthony Michael Brotherus Supremus The First" I laughed out loud. I couldn't stop laughing. I knew that my bad period had ended. I got up and got dressed. I was about to leave the room when I remembered the gifts. I looked everywhere in my room for a bag to carry my gifts around but couldn't find one. I figured it wouldn't be a big deal so I just took them in my hands and left my room. De photo album didn't feel special. Gift number 2 on the other hand did. I felt something soft and something hard. I tried to figure out the outline of the hard thing but I couldn't. My brother sure knew how to excite someone. I got downstairs and heard my brothers footsteps walking towards me. Shit, he was supposed to call me. I turned around and loudly said sorry as I started walking back towards my room. "That's ok little brother. I was done anyway so you're forgiven that one. But before you enter the kitchen you must suffice to the dresscode." "Dresscode?" I asked him without turning around. "Yes birthday boy, dresscode. My outfit already suffices." I turn around with great amusement. My brother had good taste. I imagined him standing there in a three piece suit and wanting me to wear the same. I was wrong. There was my brother, wearing nothing but his underwear. And not just the kind you see every day. The briefs he had been wearing when he gave me my present looked nothing special from behind. The front, however, made up for that. His package was hiding behind a black fabric with lime green borders. It had 2 click buttons which were attached to the waistband. I saw some space between the green borders of the flap and the fabric touching his lower body. And as if that wasn't surprising enough, the flap was covered with words....Peek-A-Boo