Date: Wed, 18 Aug 2010 21:39:44 -0400
From: Ike <oldtimer25@gmail.com>
Subject: Big Brother's Love

My Big Brother's Love
By Ike

I was really looking forward to my 18th birthday for a lot of reasons. The
first was because it meant I'd be an adult - in 1968, the drinking age here
in New York was 18. I had been stealing beer from my dad for about four
years, but I really was impatient to get totally plastered for the first
time. The second was that I would now be able to escape from my crazy
father and his ever changing string of whorish girlfriends whenever it
proved to be too much for me. I was happy that I had a scholarship for
college in the fall, even if it was here in New York City. If worse came to
worse, I could get a job and find a cheap apartment to share with some guy.

But the real reason I was looking forward to my birthday was that I would
see my big brother for the first time in four years. Actually, he was my
step brother - the son of my dad's ex-wife by her first husband. My widowed
father had married Martha when I was six years old, and John was almost
ten. We immediately bonded, and I thought of him as my brother right
away. We lived together until I was 12, and Martha left my unfaithful dad,
moving to California with a 16 year old John two years after the divorce. I
was heartbroken. I adored John, and loved Momma Martha more than my idiot
father, since I didn't remember my real mother. At 12, I already knew Dad
was a complete asshole. I had begged Martha to take me with her, but she of
course could not.

"Brother John" and I had kept in touch with regular letters, but had not
seen each other in four years. He had promised then to be in New York when
I graduated high school, and John was a man of his word. Now he was 22, a
real man, a decorate Marine hero.

I had worshiped my "big brother". He had been nice to me since the first
day we met, and he protected me from bullies. He was a big, brawny redhead,
and I was a short, skinny kid with dark hair and thick glasses. When we
were kids, he was how I imagined Dennis the Menace grew up to be. In the
last two or three years, I had changed a lot. I had experienced a late
growth spurt that made me equal to John's six foot two. I also now
possessed a very hairy chest, and had to shave every day. If I had a date
in the evening, I had to shave before that, too.

I had always hated gym class. My poor vision meant that I always had
problems seeing any ball thrown at me; I was so skinny that I couldn't even
float in the water and learn to swim, so I sucked at every sport. Having
grown up as one of the smallest guys in my class, I never developed a
competitive spirit. Face it - when you're a runt, you don't want the jocks
to notice you, especially when your only protector moves away just as you
get into high school.

But in my sophomore year of high school, they introduced weight training as
an option in Phys. Ed.. Here was an athletic activity where the only
competition I had to face was me. I enjoyed pushing myself a little further
each time, and then my growth spurt hit, along with the increased male
hormones, and suddenly weight training really began to pay off. I was no
longer the class runt, and rapidly became the protector of the other
runts. When you become the second tallest guy in the class and a weight
lifter, the bullies tend to forget that no one ever taught you to fight,
and just flexing my arms and growling at them in my newly found bass voice
made them shit in their pants. I really enjoyed the role, and the crowd of
younger guys who began to worship me.

Almost overnight, weight training became the popular gym option for what
would later be called "nerds and geeks". Where I had been working out for
the first two years with three or four other guys, there were over a dozen
of us in my senior year, and as the only senior, I was the star, and
reveled in the attention. Even better was the fact that, in my senior year
our school began to compete in some regional high school weight lifting
competitions, and I won a few trophies and came in third for the state
title.

John didn't really know much about the massive changes in my body and my
status as an athletic star. I had decided to surprise him when the day came
that we were reunited, and most of the pictures I sent him were either face
shots, or of me wearing pretty baggy clothing. I wasn't being too selfish -
I never got any pictures of John without a shirt, either, although one of
him in his dress uniform hung on my bedroom wall. He still looked like
Dennis the Menace with red hair cut in regulation military style and
freckles, but with a square chin and a determined look in his green eyes. I
never sent him any of the clippings about my triumphs as a jock, although I
had a scrapbook full of his as a high school wrestler and boxer.

John had gone into the Marines straight out of high school. We had known he
was going to do this ever since we were little kids. John`s real dad had
died a Marine hero in Korea shortly after John was born, and John's
grandfather had been a jarhead, too. I remember visiting his grand-dad a
number of times in New Jersey when we were kids, and hearing his stories of
World War II in the Pacific. John had become a communications specialists,
and spent his first 18 months after boot camp in the US for further
training, so he was almost 20 when he was finally sent to Vietnam. At first
he was assigned to a unit in Saigon, and had a fairly safe job, but
eventually he was sent out on patrol in the bush.

I remember getting the first phone call from Martha in tears over a year
before to tell me not to worry but that John had been wounded while saving
three of his buddies and two civilians. He was not seriously wounded and
would only be in the hospital a short time. She began to cry when she told
me that he was wounded on his 21st birthday.

John fully recovered, and was given a promotion to sergeant and a number of
medals, since the civilians he had saved had been congressmen. He was
transferred to San Francisco to run a recruiting station, and his
enlistment was going to end 2 weeks after my 18th birthday, which was 3
weeks before my high school graduation. John promised to be there for
both. John was a man of his word, and he called in favors by calling the
congressmen he had saved to arrange to have the last 2 week of his duty
recruiting in New York, and was given permission to stay with us instead of
on a Marine base. He was scheduled to arrive the day of my birthday.

Early on the morning of my 18th birthday my dad and his current bimbo
girlfriend drove me to the draft board to register, and I got my temporary
draft card, which meant I could now legally drink. Dad and his slut (she
had tried to climb into bed with me one night when dad had gone out to buy
some ice cream) took me to a bar for my first legal drink, and then dropped
me off at school for afternoon classes with a note to explain the beer on
my breath. If you held a gun to my head, I could not tell you anything that
happened in school that day, other than a surprise party in the gym.

I had spent the week in a frenzy of preparation for John's arrival. I had
tried to get Dad to buy a second bed for the bedroom, but he had purchased
a new large double bed for me when I had grown so large, and didn't feel it
was worth the expense for the visit of an ex-step-son he barely
remembered. So I would have to share my bed with an ex-Marine who was
probably bigger than me.

This lead me to my dilemma. In the last two years I had realized that
although I liked girls as friends, I wasn't actually interested in them
sexually. It wasn't like I hadn't given it an ample try. Hoping that I was
wrong, I dated a number of girls once my body started to change, and lost
my virginity when I was 16. In my senior year, when I began to be a jock
star, I was virtually raped on a regular basis whenever I went on a
date. To my amazement, the girls who had sex with me would be the ones to
boast about it. Considering the fact that I really wasn't that interested,
and had no idea what I was doing, I was shocked to learn years later from a
few of them that I was an excellent lover. My being the only guy they ever
dated who didn't jump on them right away made them able to relax with me. I
was afraid to disappoint, so I worked hard to please my partners, and they
appreciated a guy who didn't just push in and shoot his load. They spread
the word about me among the pretty and popular girls, and I was always
asked out by one of them when surrounded by a crowd of guys, so I felt I
had to say yes. I never had to say a word to get the reputation as the
school stud. But whenever I tried to stop dating, people began to ask
uncomfortable questions. Being Jewish, I couldn't claim I was thinking of
becoming a priest. So I was trapped.

For a guy who already knew he was queer (this WAS 1968 - Stonewall and the
Gay Rights Movement was still in the future), I was the best laid straight
guy in school. The irony was that although I lusted after a number of the
guys at school, and a number of older guys, I was still a virgin in that
area. Having been called a faggot when I was a skinny little asexual geek,
unaware of my nature, I wasn't about to be known as the school queer now,
so I kept my eyes and hands to myself. Had a gay guy approached me, I would
have jumped his bones in a minute, no matter what he looked like, but they
were all afraid of my size, strength and paradoxical reputation as the
school`s answer to Hugh Heffner.

There was an advantage to my reputation. Whenever I popped a boner in the
shower or the locker room, I just had to tell an elaborate "recollection"
about a recent conquest to explain it away, and get an eyeful of hard teen
dicks responding to my explicit story at the same time.

The second part of my problem was that I didn't own pajamas, and John knew
I slept in the nude from my letters. He had written that he couldn't wait
to be a civilian so he could sleep in the nude all the time, too. So I knew
that that night, I would be in bed with John, both of us naked. I knew that
there was no way my dick was going to behave unless John had suddenly
turned really ugly. And I didn't think that was highly possible.

John had no idea that I liked guys. He knew I had sex with girls. I had
written to him after my first sexual experience because I had been
unprepared for it and we had not used a rubber, and I was afraid to ask my
father for details about how long it took to find out if a girl was knocked
up. (Again, this was 1968 - there wasn't sex ed in the schools yet.) John
had written to me about some of his more spectacular sexual escapades, so I
felt comfortable writing about some of my experiences with cheerleaders,
and one in my junior year with a senior who had invited me to be her date
to her Senior Prom, and the arrangements she had made for us after the prom
at a motel.

The stop for the school bus was across the street from our house, and a few
houses down. As soon as the bus pulled away, I saw him. John was sitting on
the steps of our front porch, looking the other way, so I had the
opportunity to stand and look at him. He was in his dress uniform, with his
cap on the porch, so I could see the bright red hair, slightly longer than
usual for a Marine. He had his duffle bag and a trunk next to him on the
ground, and to my surprise, a cane leaned against his leg, and one leg as
straight out, stiff. Neither his mother nor John had mentioned his needing
a cane, and I was suddenly worried.

John was smoking a cigar. In the last two years, I had discovered that I
was really turned on by men who smoked cigars, and by cigars themselves,
although I rarely smoked myself, being an athlete. I had jerked off while
smoking one of my dad's cigars a few times, and had the best orgasms of my
young life.

I looked at him as he looked off in the distant, squinting into the
afternoon sun as he enjoyed his stogie. His profile was really handsome,
but he still looked like an adult Dennis the Menace. Even across the
street, I could see the freckles on his cheeks and nose. I had had a crush
on John for as long as I could remember. The first time I ever jerked off,
I was wearing one of his old sweatshirts I had stolen before he moved to
California, smelling of him.  My heart pounded in my chest with a
combination of fear, lust, and happiness.

I crossed the street and he looked at me casually, not recognizing me at
first. My easy, athletic swagger looked nothing like the walk of the scared
little boy he remembered, and I could see him begin to dismiss me as the
wrong guy. I grinned, and I thought John's eyes would pop out of his head
when he recognized the smile. He stood up, string. "Eddie? Is that you?
What the fuck happened to you, Squirt? When did you suddenly turn
into... hell, into a fucking MAN?"

I shrugged "I guess I just sort of growed up." I ran to him and grabbed him
in a bear hug as we both laughed. We were both talking a mile a minute as
we stood there until I exploded in some anger: "Why the FUCK didn't you
write me that you needed a fucking cane? Why did you lie and tell me you
were totally recovered?" I poked him in the chest.

He picked up the cane and laughed "This has nothing to do with my wounds,
Squirt. I fell coming out of the shower two days ago and sprained my
knee. It's temporary, but man, it gets me respect." We laughed as I picked
up his stuff and carried them into the house. I could see the amazement on
his face at the ease with which I carried the heavy trunk as he hobbled in
behind me. I had purposely arranged my trophies and medals in the living
room, and he went to inspect them, and the clippings I had left there a I
carried his stuff upstairs to our room.

I decided to complete the surprise, and quickly stripped and put on a pair
of gym shorts before I went downstairs. John heard my bare feet on the
stairs and turned. If his eyes had popped before, I thought he'd pass out
from shock now. He actually staggered back into dad's favorite chair,
amazement covering his face. "Holy fucking shit, Squirt. I've seen Marine
Drill Instructors with worse bodies than that. Hell, my DI looked like an
fucking old lady compared to you, kid. When did..?'

I gave him a quick run down of the events of the previous three years, and
of my decision to surprise him when he came for my 18th birthday and not
show him pictures, or write to him about it.

"Hey. I almost forgot. Happy fucking birthday, baby brother. When is your
old man coming home?"

"He's not, tonight. He had to drive up to Vermont for the weekend on
business, and he took his fucking slut with him. He'll be back Monday
night. We have the house, and his liquor cabinet, to ourselves. He already
wrote me an excuse note for tomorrow, so I can skip school for a long
weekend, and I don`t plan on seeing any of my buddies until Saturday night,
when there`s a party here. If a high school beer blast isn`t too childish
for you."

"Baby brother, I'm so happy to be with you, I don't care who we're
with. How is your dad doing?"

"Johnny, I think the old shit is going crazy. Each new girlfriend seems
younger. I'm not sure this one is even 21, and she's a real whore. About
six weeks ago, I heard them going at it, and when they were done, she tells
dad she craves vanilla ice cream. At three in the morning. So he drives off
to find some, and then she comes and climbs into bed with me, grabs my hand
and pushes it into her cunt, with my dad's cum still in there. Talk about
gross. I picked her up and carried her back to dad`s bed and dumped her
there. I bought a lock for my door the next day, but I decided not to hurt
dad and tell him about it. Just watch out for her - she's cock crazy. You
want a drink, big brother?"

I went into the kitchen and returned with two cans of beer, and we began a
night of drinking as we renewed our bond. In some ways, it was as if we had
never been apart, since we had kept in touch so closely by mail. But in
other ways, we were strangers. The last time we had seen each other, John
had shaved twice in his life, and I had no hair on my body. Now, I actually
looked bigger than him because I was more muscular. We established that
after three boilermakers, when he stripped to his skivvies so we could
stand in the mirror and compare.

John had a great body, there was no question about it - the Marines DO know
how to build MEN. But I had spend the last two years actually working on my
shoulders, legs, arms and chest, and although over four years his junior,
my hairy chest and body compared to his almost hairless body more me look
more mature and larger. We were the same height, but I massed more. We
stood there looking at each other in the big mirror in the hall. I admired
the small tattoo of an angel on his left pec, and was drunk enough to run
my hand over it. My hand touched his nipple, and he moaned.

It was then that in my drunken state, I noticed two things. Both of my step
brother's nipples were erect and the size of erasers. And both of us were
sporting hard ons. I walked away and sat down to think. It had to be a
coincidence. John was a fucking MARINE. He couldn't be queer like me! John
asked me. "Hey, Squirt, do you get high?" I guess I looked confused. "You
know, pot." He mimed smoking a joint.

"Yeah, sure, I do, sometimes. Why?"

"'Cause I got some excellent shit I smuggled back from `Nam up stairs in my
trunk. Let's go up to our room and get wasted, Squirt."

"Sure, Shrimp-dick." He stared at me, startled. "I wanted to see how you
liked being called a demeaning nickname. I don't think I qualify as Squirt
anymore, do you?"

He grinned. "Hell, Squirt, you can call me anything you want. I can still
kick your fucking ass after my leg heals."

"Do you need me to carry you up the stairs, Shrimp-balls?" We both broke
into laughter as he struggled up the stairs in front of me. I stared at his
muscular ass in the thin cotton skivvies. I knew hat this was not only
going to be a long night - it was going to be a long visit, with a hell of
a lot of cold showers. Suddenly the idea of dating and fucking girls as
second best seemed almost acceptable.

We sat on the bed as we shared the joint, and a second one. By then, I was
so fucking horny, I decided that I had to tell Johnny the truth. "Uh, John,
if you're going to be sharing this bed with me for the next month there's a
tiny detail you gotta know about me."

"What. You snore? I've been sleeping a barracks with a hundred guys, so I'm
used to that. If you're gonna tell me you jerk off, the same applies. And
besides, I do, too."

"No. Now, nothing I ever wrote to you is a lie. Every one of the stores
about girls is the truth. But... shit, you're gonna beat the crap out of
me, but I gotta tell you the truth. I've never done anything about it, but
I've known for the last couple of years that I'm.. I'm..."

"What?"

I shouted "I'M A FUCKING QUEER HOMO FAGGOT!"

John sat and looked at me for a full minute. Then slowly, his lips spread
in a grin. "So am I, little brother, so am I. And I HAVE done a hell of a
lot about it."

I sat and stared a him dumbly as he grabbed my wrist and pulled me towards
him. "I thought I'd dropped dead and went to queer heaven when you came
down those stairs almost naked this afternoon. Fuck, you're so damned hot,
squir... Ed. I've seen a lot of hot men in the last six years, but you're
the hottest I've ever seen. You... you wouldn't happen to be...?"

"Hot for you? Johnny, I've been fucking hot for you since I was six years
old. For about three years I beat off sniffing a sweat shirt of yours I
stole when you moved away. When I saw you smoking that cigar on the steps
this afternoon, I just about shot a load in my pants, you looked so fucking
hot. Johnny, teach me. Show me what to do. I'm told I'm good in bed with
chicks. that should be a good start."

"Now, I wouldn't know about that. I've never fucked a woman. I sort of told
you the truth - I just changed names and gender - otherwise the stories I
wrote to you were basically true - big dicks and balls instead of big tits,
although one of the guys I wrote about to you was a weight lifter like you
and had the most amazing man-tits, and the tightest man-cunt." John pulled
me into his arms and kissed me as I moaned and ran my hands over his smooth
skin to touch his large nipples. He ran his fingers through my thick chest
hairs, sighing, "Oh, fuck, yeah! Love that fucking hair!"

When he found my nipples, he began to work on them, teaching me what a
man's nipples were for. A few minutes later and I was laying on the bed,
writhing in pleasure as he licked and chewed my man-tits. When I knew that
another nip of his teeth would make me cum, I tossed him off me, and
returned the favor. I loved the taste of his skin. the feel of his nipples
between my teeth and his groans of pleasure.

Around this time, our shorts had disappeared. My hand was wrapped around
his 7 uncut inches, the first time I had ever touched another guy's
cock. He guided my hand to his low hanging balls and I explored. At his
urging, I pulled on them, and twisted them in the sack as he screamed in
pleasure. I was on my stomach, so his hand explore my back and my hairy
muscular ass cheeks. I was in heaven.

I climbed onto John's body so that our cocks touched, and we kissed, his
arms holding me tight to him so that our muscular chest were plastered
against each others. I ran my hand through his short hair as we dueled with
our tongues. John pushed me off of him saying "I haven't seen your cock
yet, Ed." He flipped around into a 69 position, so I had a better look at
his beauty, and I heard him gasp, then heard him murmur "Beautiful. Fucking
unbelievably beautiful!"  I had gotten used to the reaction my 10 inches of
cut dick created when it was hard and fat. Three eager girls had changed
their minds and jerked me off as I fingered their pussy when they saw me
rampant, but mostly the reaction was positive. I knew that a lot of the
guys at school were jealous of my hard on - hell, most of them couldn't
match my soft cock with their hard ones.

I stared at John's cock, and thought it was the most beautiful thing I had
ever seen. I pulled on the foreskin, and covered the head, and then pulled
it back, giggling like the drunken, stoned young man I was. I was amazed
that a man with so little body hair had such a luxuriant patch of bright
red pubic hair, and I ran my fingers through it as I decided that I wanted
to do more than look at the most perfect dick in the universe. I may not
have ever pleasured a man, but enough girls had given me pleasure that I
had an idea of what to do. I reached out my tongue and began to lick John's
cock like a lollipop, and loved the flavor, and the groan that came from
deep in his body. I watched as clear liquid flowed from the piss slit, and
I lapped it up, loving the taste of it.

I was so intent on playing with John's cock that I forgot that he had his
hand on mine. I cried out in surprise as a warm, wet cavern enveloped my
cockhead, and began to slowly devour my long, fat dick. I felt him stop at
the point where most of the girls who had blown me had stopped, then he
took a big breath, and continued to move down my cock as I moaned in
pleasure. I wrapped my lips around his cock and began to work his shaft
into my inexperienced mouth. I had about half of it down when I felt the
need to gag and had to stop and go back a little. At the same moment, I
felt John's chin hit my pubic bone, and his nose hit my balls.

I came off his cock and yelled "Holy shit. You took it all! I didn't know
that was possible!" He didn't answer - he just kept working up and down the
length of my cock. He pushed me on my back and tickled the area of my ass
hole as sped up his strokes, making them longer, so that soon he was going
all the way to the tip and plunging all the way to the base. He took my
hands and put them on his head, and I figured out he wanted me to guide
him. As I did, he used his hands to make my hips move, and soon I was
fucking into his throat as he worked a wet finger into my tight ass.

His finger was all the way in and it hurt a little at first, but also felt
fucking HOT, so I left it there. He began to move it around, and the pain
faded, and I felt like my inside were on fire every time his finger hit a
little spot inside of me. I shouted "Yes" each time he hit it, and soon he
was just jiggling that spot as he sucked me deep into his being. I held his
head as I rammed into him, and with a shout shot my load as my eyes rolled
back and my toes curled. John kept sucking, swallowing every ounce of my
cum. It was the best orgasm of my young life! As I was cumming I was aware
of a wet warmth spattering my leg and John's moans and groans became loud
around my cock in his throat.

We collapsed on the bed, and John pulled me to him. We kissed, and I felt
him push my load into my mouth. At first it was weird, but then it was hot!
We traded my load until it was gone. I looked down and realized that John
had shot a load while I was cumming in his throat. Had just sucking my cock
had made my brother shoot his load?

"How did that happen?" I pointed at the mess on my leg and the bedspread.

"Sorry, Ed, baby. I got so excited knowing that I was the first man to get
you off, and I was so excited that it was YOU, and to be honest, I was so
excited by the size of your cock, that I couldn't help myself. That's the
first time that has ever happened to me, so consider it your birthday gift,
baby."

I wrapped my hand around his still hard cock and giggled "As long as I get
to keep the gift wrap!" I felt him slowly going soft, and I let go as we
leaned back. John fished into his bag for a pack of cigarettes, and lit
one. He took a puff, and handed it to me. I rarely smoked, but this seemed
to be a totally intimate act, so I joined him as we shared it.

"John, when did you know you were...?

"A man who loved men? I figured it out in high school, but decide that if I
didn't do anything, I might just find the right woman and turn `normal' -
whatever the hell that's supposed to be. I assumed the Marines would get it
out of me. Surprise. I was seduced my first night in boot camp by two other
guys, and as soon as one guy has his lips wrapped around my dick, and the
other had his big cock in my mouth, I knew what `normal' was for me. I had
a lot of sex in the Marines, and the I was assigned to San Francisco."

"I met a lot of men like me there, a lot of men like us, Ed; and they're
using a new word to describe us: gay. I sort of like that. We get to define
who we are, and it's a pleasant definition."

I smiled at him. "It's only 9, so it's still my birthday, so I get to pick
the games, don't I?"

"Sure. As long as one of them is letting me take a leak." We got up and
shared the toilet, our arms around each other`s waists. I had never done
that with another guy, and it was a curiously intimate act. I said so to
John, and he agreed with me. "You have to be really close to a guy to be
standing next to him with your dick hanging out, using the same
head. Straight guys won't stand next to another guy at a public urinal
unless there are no other ones available."

We went back to the bedroom and a I told him to light up a cigar. When he
had it going, I had him put his hands behind his head and flex his arms,
and I stood at the foot of the bed, slowly beating my cock as I admired
him. It must have turned John on, too, because soon his cock was standing
straight up. I began to lick his neck, then his chin. Then his arm pit,
which had him writhing and I loved. I worked my way down his body to his
beautiful cock, and began to try to take it all in. Johnny whispered
encouragement and advice to me. I felt a well of pride when my nose was
buried in his beautiful red pubic hair and I played with his huge balls as
I sucked up and down. Remembering how much he liked his tits worked over, I
reached up and grabbed his nipples, and began to pull on them hard, and I
could hear my step brother moaning around his fat cigar, his hips humping
up into my throat. I felt his cock grow hard as steel as he growled, and I
pulled back to fill my mouth with his cum. It tasted a lot different than
mine. I moved up, removed the cigar and we shared the load.

I popped his cigar in my mouth and took a puff as I put my arms behind my
head and posed for Johnny, who howled his appreciation. I looked at the
lust in his eyes, and asked "I'm so new at this. What really gets YOU hot,
John?"  He actually blushed, which on a redhead spreads all over his body
when he's naked. He also got totally hard again.

"I'm going to tell you something I've never told anyone, and I'm not
bullshitting you just to impress you or because it's your birthday. I have
a fantasy I've never shared, because I never met the right guy before
tonight. I think by know you figured out I like muscle guys, and I like
hairy guys. Too many muscle guys shave their bodies for definition in
competition, so it's rare to find a man with a body like yours, Eddie. And
from my reaction when I first got between your legs, you must of figured
out I like my men big. Right?" I nodded. "My fantasy is to lay in a bed
while a hairy muscle man smoking a stogie shoves my legs over my shoulders
and fucks me with a massive, fat dick until I beg for mercy. Uh, actually
there is one more part. My hands are tied to the headboard or at least
behind my neck."

I looked at him. "That is the hottest fucking thing I ever heard, John. I
gotta be honest. I've heard all kinds of shit about quee.. uh gay guys from
guys at school, and I never really got off on the idea of a cock in my
ass. I thought that maybe if I loved the guy, I might think different, but
on a fantasy level, no. But the idea of my cock pounding in a man's ass
always got me hot. And for 2 years now, cigars have gotten me hot - guys
who smoke them, and me smoking them. I've only smoked them 3 or 4 times
while I slowly jerked off - I mean, I kept it slow and held off so that I
didn't cum until the cigar was just about gone, and one time, I actually
hit the ceiling when I shot my load."

"And my only regret about how big I pumped myself was that they wouldn't
let me try out for wrestling this year. The idea of restraining a stud, or
being restrained, has been turning me on since I started watching wrestling
matches at school last year."

John grinned up at me. "I could teach you to wrestle, Ed. Remember, I was
high school county champ, and also a Marine, while you are stronger than
me. so we'd end up about even once you learned all the moves. But if I do
teach you, once we ARE about equal, we fight for the loser's ass. So if you
lose to me, I screw your cherry ass until you cum, beg me to stop, or start
to bleed."

I walked over to my closet and retuned with some old silk ties, and John's
eyes' lit up as he pulled a fresh cigar out of his trunk, and a tube of
something called KY. "OK, coach you're fucking on. - You have all summer to
teach me to wrestle while the old man's at work. You finally gave me a
fantasy where I'd be willing to get fucked in my ass, and you're the only
guy I'd ever considered even letting try. That is, unless you have to get a
job." I took a tie and tied his left wrist, pulled it to the slat of the
headboard further to his left so his arm was stretched to the side and tied
it tight.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you. I'm going to be going to college with you in the
fall, Ed. GI bill will pay, and I get an extra pension for my wounds thanks
to saving a congressman who happens to be gay and have the hots for me. A
great cocksucker, and he never knew that he wasn't sucking a straight
Marine he seduced. We're going to be together for quite some time, Ed." I
tied his other arm, and he was stretched enough to make him wince. He
instructed me on how to grease up his ass and my now rampantly hard cock
when we were ready. I lit the cigar and stood at the foot of the bed. He
looked up at me, expectantly.

I grinned at him evilly as I blew smoke in his face and used a third tie to
lightly whip his beautiful body. "Beg for it, Shrimp-nuts. Beg for your man
to fuck your beautiful Marine ass until you scream for mercy. Beg for your
man to take you and make you his forever." We stared at each other, and an
understand flowed between us. We both wanted this to never end. We both
wanted to explore every possibility of mansex together.

He whispered up at me. "Are you sure? Forever? Cause if I beg, you ain't
getting rid of this jarhead. Ever."

I nodded, a serious expression on my face. I was committed to this. "I'm
sure, John. I've always been in love with you, ever since the day we
met. I'm willing to love you forever, as long as you are willing to let me
explore with other men. I guarantee that I will always come home to my
man. The only man I ever wanted, my hot fucking redheaded jarhead. So it`s
up to you, man. Do YOU want to be mine forever, too?"

A sexy grin split Dennis the Menace's adult face. "Please, Squirt. Fuck
your Shrimp-balls' ass. Make this jarhead yours, and be my man, little
brother. Be my big fucking man, forever." Just to teach my new lover who
was boss, I climbed on and rammed in without any grease, to make sure that
my first dozen strokes into his tight ass made him scream until he was
hoarse. He fucking loved every second of it. Spurts of pre-cum shot up each
time I rammed in. I pulled out and greased up, then fucked him through TWO
stogies, ramming 2 loads out of him until I finally filled his guts with my
hot load.

His pension allowed him to rent an apartment near our college within a
month, and moved in with him immediately, telling my dad the truth about
his current slut, and that I had wanted to move out when Martha left
him. My honesty actually got my dad to get sober, and we've developed a
better relationship. He even has come accept me as gay, and my relationship
with John.

John still loves it when I do tie him up and fuck him rough while puffing
on a stogie. And I love it when he ties me up and fucks me while I beg, a
cigar in his mouth. John lived to regret teaching me to wrestle. I beat him
10 out of 12 matches on the average, meaning that I get to make him howl as
I pound into him.  Funny, it always makes him shoot multiple loads when we
do that. Since he talked me into agreeing to a weekly bout before teaching
me wrestle, thinking he'd always win (he did, for the first year or two),
he's stuck with our deal of a weekly wrestling bout for the loser`s ass.

I still adore my Marine, who can still fit in his uniform, almost 40 years
later. He still looks like mature Dennis the Menace, although there are
white streaks in the red, and my ass can attest to his being a menace. And
he still loves to worship the muscles I work very hard to maintain,
although there are now grey hairs around my big dick when his nose is
buried there, making me howl as he uses his talented throat to get me off.

Above all, we still adore and love each other.


Copyright 2007, revised 2010 "Ike"

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