Date: Fri, 19 Feb 2016 12:29:17 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101@yahoo.com
Subject: All Grown Up

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*****

"Whoa," I thought to myself, "When the hell did he grow up so fast?"

"Charlie!" Dylan yelled excitedly, racing up and slamming into me, hard. I
grunted with surprise and the force of his bigger, harder, thicker teen
body, my baby brother all grown up now, apparently. I hadn't seen him in
years, literal years. The relationship between me and my parents was
starting to thaw out since the epic fight we'd had after I came out to them
during college. This was my first time being invited home to visit them,
and even though of course I knew Dylan would have grown, I hadn't expected
this. He was still a couple years shy of his teens the last time we'd seen
each other, and now, five years on, he looked... well, amazing. Hot. Shit.

The kid still talked a mile a minute, and his newly deeper voice, the way
his big pecs and biceps swelled under his tight T-shirt, the still-boyish
yet undeniably handsome features of his face kept my mind preoccupied as I
half-listened to his chatter. I'd missed him more than anybody, was still a
little wary of my parents, but him and me had kept in touch, even after I'd
moved to California for grad school and my new life as an out, independent
gay man. Man, I really shouldn't be thinking these thoughts, not about the
sweet, happy-go-lucky kid brother of mine... but damn, he really didn't
look much like a kid anymore.

The folks had set me up in the guest room downstairs, adjacent to the rec
room, and I was kicked back on the sofa down there, reflecting on the fact
that I was now a guest to my own family, what that meant, when I heard his
footsteps come thumping down the stairs.

"Hey, you're still up," he said, giving me that charming, excited grin of
his. I shifted over on the sofa for him, and he happily plunked himself
down next to me, and we just talked. Reconnected. It was great, hearing
about his life in person, instead of over e-mail or the phone. We talked
about school, wrestling, life stuff - just brother talk. Eventually, the
conversation wound its way around to girls. As good-looking as he'd gotten,
he had to have them lined up.

"Well, uh," he said, a little awkwardly, looking down at the floor. A
moment or two passed. Then he slowly looked up at me. "You remember my
buddy Tom?"

I sure did. Him and Tommy were thick as thieves, true best buds. Guiltily,
I found myself wondering how he looked now - if he was as hard-bodied and
cute as Dylan was. While I was musing on that, waiting for him to go on,
Dylan got this look on his face, like he was making a decision. Then he
pulled his phone from the pocket of his sweat pants. Swiped at the screen a
few times. Held it out to me. The pic was him and Tommy, and yeah, Tommy
had definitely had the same kind of growth spurt as Dylan. They were
shirtless, grinning for the selfie, my little brother's arm around his best
bud's neck. Fuck, they were cute. Dylan leaned over, and swiped across,
calling up the next picture. This time, they were grinning at each other,
looking into each other's eyes, looked like. He swiped again, and I sucked
in a surprised breath. My baby bro and his best buddy were kissing. Two
more pics like that, the moist pink gleam of their tongues entering each
other's mouths on the last one. I looked up at my brother, who was
blushing, almost embarrassed. My cock was growing hard in my own sweats,
and I was glad for the pillow covering my crotch.

"You guys?" I stuttered out, and he nodded. I smiled at him. "Well shit,
baby brother... good for you, little dude. Good for you."

He gave me the hugest grin, and on instinct, I leaned in and hugged him.

"Mom and Dad don't know, I don't think," he murmured, and I rubbed his
back. I knew how they were, and no matter how nicey-nicey they were being
to me now after all the years of estrangement and borderline hostility, I
doubted they would take having two gay sons well at all. I ruffled his hair
and looked him in the eye, gave him my most supportive smile.

"It's not easy, little dude," I said warmly. "But if it's who you are,
you'll find your way. I did. Still am. And I'll always be here for you."

His kiss surprised me. He'd always been an affectionate little dude, and
despite a pretty big age gap, we were always good together. But this was
something else. Soft. Warm. Insistent. Grown-up. And before I could make
myself stop, shut down that lurking, dark part of my brain which had
laser-locked on his tight muscled young body, his cute face, the swell of
his perfect wrestler kid ass in his sweats, I found myself kissing him
back. We moaned together, as he pressed me back on the couch, onto my back,
and I felt the warm, tight-muscled weight of him on me. The insistent press
of a very hard young cock against my own, through the mounds of our sweat
pants.

"Dude, no, we can't, bro," I protested feebly, but my hands were already
cupping the mounds of his ass, feeling it flex as he ground subtly against
me. Feeling my own, bigger cock throbbing right back against his. Already
craving the quicksilver softness, sweetness, moistness of his tongue in my
mouth again. His response was just that, pressing back into me to hungrily
kiss me again.

"I know, Charlie," he murmured with a hungry, needful ache to his
voice. "Know we shouldn't, but shit... damn... had a crush on you so long,
big bro..."

I shouldn't have kissed him back, shouldn't have been slipping my hands up
under the old t-shirt he was wearing, shouldn't have been stroking the
warmth of his teen skin, all tight-packed and swollen with hard, defined
jock kid muscles. But my right mind had taken a back seat, and that darker,
lusty portion, the one that drove me to jack off to incest stories on
Nifty, to check out hot young dudes on Tumblr, was firmly in control now.

"Me and Tommy, we haven't... done much," Dylan whispered as we rocked
together, his own hands exploring my bigger, thicker body. Squeezing my
pecs through my shirt. Feeling up the thickness of my arms. "Bro, I know
it's a lot but... I was hoping... could you... show me things?"

I could. Oh, how I could. I kissed him hard, loving his hungry, happy moan
into my mouth, the way he kissed me back. Damn, but it would be hot to
watch him and his best bud doing this. A hot jock kid show, just for
me. Something to add to the spank bank, for sure.

Our shirts came off quick, our sweat pants quickly shucked, and I was
exploring his hard, tight-muscled body all over, with my hands, my fingers,
my lips, my tongue. His sexy little trunks bulged obscenely, and when he
skinned them down for me, then reached for my own, the way his eyes widened
at the bigness of my big brother cock, how hard I was for him, for this, he
looked almost comically surprised, Then hungry. I let him come at me, show
me what he knew, what he wanted. It turned out he knew quite a lot, and
made up for his inexperience with the rest with his own natural enthusiasm,
his eagerness.

"Are you really sure, baby bro?" I whispered a short while later, his
muscular thighs wrapped tight around me, my cockhead leaking a steady
stream of pre as it lingered, loitered near his tight, smooth hole, all
shiny now with my spit. He smiled. Nodded slowly. Gave me a look of such
pure, little brother love, I felt my heart practically double in size for
him. We kissed, and I felt him relax as I slowly probed his hot wet mouth
with my big brother tongue, and then I was sliding inside of him. It was a
lot for him to take, but he'd always been a trooper, a determined little
kid, and he took me all the way. His moan was stifled by my tongue, but the
folks were two floors above us, and surely sound asleep, as their sons made
love on the guest bed. I fucked one load out of him down there, then sucked
another one, and by the time he padded quietly back up to his room a little
before dawn, we were both spent, exhausted, and happy as hell. He paused on
the stairs to sneak one last kiss from me.

"Usually, Tommy comes over after school to, uh... hang out, bro," he said
with a grin that was half-shy, half-knowing. Acknowledging our shared bond,
our shared interests now. I nodded, smiled, immediately thought of the
heated, teenaged intensity they no doubt had up in Dylan's room for those
few precious hours. Remembering how it was when me and one of my buds could
have a little time like that.

"I know he'd like it... we both would... if you'd like to, you know... come
up and hang with us, big bro," he said with that smile, and I felt my face
flush. My cock tingled, even after the epically draining few hours we'd
just spent together, exploring. Loving. Being brothers in the best possible
way. He saw it stir in my underwear, and smiled wider. Leaned down and
kissed me once more.

"Don't cum tomorrow, big bro," he murmured. "Save it for Monday, for us."

36 hours never passed so slowly, so agonizingly slowly, but when I joined
my little brother and his best buddy, his boyfriend, on Monday afternoon,
it was well and truly worth the wait. More than even I could have imagined
it would be.