Date: Sat, 11 Jul 2015 14:08:51 -0400 From: Russ Subject: Break With My Brother Please remember to think of donating anything you can to the NIFTY site. And I hope you get into my stories. Winter break, folks traveling, nowhere to go. This was turning into a really bad winter vacation. I'm stuck at school, everyone I know and hang with heading to meet Santa and I'm feeling really bad for myself. For some reason, I thought college would offer more opportunity to do things on my own, to explore life a little. I guess I forgot that everything cost. And a poor student just doesn't have the cash to head to a warmer climate. Then I got the call. My older brother, Mike, 26 years old, living in Vermont and living the life, (at least he thought so) as a Forest Ranger. It had been his dream since he was a kid, or as long as I could remember anyway, get a degree in Forest Management, move to nowhere and live the life of a hermit. I figured he lived out in a one room cabin with no power. A walk out toilet and a Sears Catalog for toilet paper. Not my idea of a fun time. "Russ, Dad just called and asked if you could spend the holiday with me, bro!" I sat down on the bed and tried to think fast of any excuse I could come up with to get out of this. "I'm driving down to Connecticut to pick you up, so be ready tomorrow around 2:00pm." Um, um, I think I have to study for mid-terms..... (Then remembered that he knew they were a past battle). "Um, OK, see ya around 2:00, I said". As I was packing for two weeks in the woods, I grabbed a few flannel shirts, (what else), jeans, thick socks, boots, my warmest coat. No worry' about dressing to impress in the middle of the forest. The bears didn't care how I looked. Oh well..... Right at two there was the sound of Mike hitting the car horn outside of my dorm. I looked out and saw the well used red Ford Pickup truck. It was only a few years old but I could tell that it was not leading an easy life. Mike saw me and waved. Big smile...through a mustache and beard??? What the hell, Mike looked totally different from the last time I had seen him. I went downstairs and handed him my one bag. Mike grabbed me in a bear hug. Wow, he looked different, big, brawny, grown up. "I've missed you, Russ," he said. After finding my legs, I gave him a smile and a hug back. Hell, was this really my brother? A year and he had changed so much. "Man, you've changed allot!" My brother said to me. "Who, me?" Echoing my thoughts with words. Your what, seventeen, eighteen now? "Yea, just turned seventeen." "How's school going?" "It sucks!" "Well, forget about it for the next two weeks, you'll like the peace and quiet of Vermont." And with that we headed out. It was a three hour ride that ended taking four because of the snow. I had to admit that as we got further up north it did look beautiful. Trees covered in fresh snow, people using snowmobiles to get around and Christmas shopping the goal of most folks. The further we drove north, the more the snow piled up. And the roads got slippery and frozen over. Mike pulled out an old thermos with hot chocolate in it. We took turns gulping down the warm liquid. Seeing Mike like this, in jeans, old flannel shirt, big ol boots made me recall the thoughts that I once had of him. I had always looked up to Mike. Tried to do things like him. But I didn't have his gifts. He had a natural ability to play sports, get the girls, fit in. I was sorta shy, not as well built as him. I suddenly liked the idea of spending a few weeks with my older brother. We turned into a side road, nothing but trees as far as I could see and snow covered everything. Mike put the truck in four wheel allowing for a better grip on the road. We headed up a slope and came to a "house"... Not a one room shack at all, but a large two story log cabin. "This is the Rangers Station, Russ." Generally there's two rangers on duty, but my partner headed to his sisters for the holiday. "So it's just the two of us." Don't worry, we'll chop down a tree and we're stocked with plenty of food. No worries. The cabin was pretty nice, large fireplace, windows looking out on the valley, and yes, inside plumbing. Mike took my bag and brought it upstairs to the corner bedroom. I'm through there, we'll share a bathroom like when we were kids. I couldn't help but smile. Remembering all the times that I had made an excuse for being in the bathroom when Mike was in there. I'd watch him washing himself down. Soaping his flat stomach. And once, when he didn't know I was in the bathroom, Mike took his cock in his hand and slowly began to pull it. I could tell that he shot by the sounds he made. At that moment I wanted, more then anything to be touching his hard body. I wanted to do things that brothers don't do. I snuck back into our room and jerked off as fast as I could. When I came, I used Mikes sock to wipe it up. The next day he asked me if I had seen his crew sock. He never found it. "How's pizza sound?" Mike asked. "Still like extra onions and peppers?" Yup, I said. A half hour later there was a knock on the door and a young jock stood there with a large pizza box in a "keep hot" container. "Hey, Mike,!" The kid said. "No all meat pizza?" "Nope, not this time Ryan, oh, and this is my brother, Russ," Mike said. After the pizza guy left and we ate, we had a few beers, and watched a movie till we both ended up yawning. Mike stretched out and said, "let's hit the sack." We headed upstairs and to our individual rooms. "Night Mike" I said. "Thanks for letting me come over for the holiday". "Hey, little brother, I would do anything for you, remember that!" Then my brother, the guy who I had not seen in almost a year, took me in his arms and gave me the best hug that I have ever had from anyone. He held me then, kissing my cheek, lightly. I looked up at this man, eyes green, like mine, and thought, "holy shit!" If I don't pull away from him right now he's gonna feel the wood poking out of my crotch. I went into my room and closed the door behind me. That was close, I thought. After stripping off my jeans, t-shirt, sweater, socks and boots (yep, I was cold).... I crawled under the super thick quilt and comfy blanket. I wasn't used to all the room in my bed, having slept in a single rather then a queen size bed. Wow, all this room. After an hour or so the beer got to me and I had to piss real bad. I headed into the bathroom and let it rip. Damn that felt good. As I turned to leave the bathroom, I saw the door ajar to the other bedroom. I knew I had to peak. So I tiptoed over to the door, shutting off the light in the bathroom. I slowly pushed open the door. The moonlight bathed the room in a blue glow. It took a moment for my eyes to get used to the light, but when they did, I was both shocked and surprised by what I saw. Mike lay on his back. Right arm thrown across his hard stomach. Hand relaxed and fingers extended. He was wearing loose cotton white shorts. Mmm, still wore tidy whiteys... They glowed in the moonlight. I could see the bulge in the front. I could feel the bulge in mine too. As I watched, stared, gawked I felt my cock get even harder. WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOING? I asked myself. But I knew the answer. I tiptoed over to Mikes bed. Got down on my knees beside the bed and looked closely at my brothers body. Mike was six feet, three inches tall, he weighed about one hundred and ninety pounds of natural muscle. I knew his waist was a size 34 because we had shared jeans. But he looked so different, the beard, longer hair, scruffy chest hair. And from what I could see he was a catch in any language. Mike turned on his side. Facing me, hand falling against my shoulder. I reached up and gently touched the underwear he had on. The underwear touching the tip was moist. I couldn't hold myself back, I put my hand on his cock. It was getting bigger, thicker, wetter. Mike turned returning to his position on his back. As he turned, I kept my hand on his cock. And his cock continued to grow. I watched his stomach move up and down while his breaths came in an easy fashion. I noticed the little hair trail from his stomach down to his pubic area. I took my hand off of Mikes penis, immediately he let out a moan in his sleep. I chanced a look at his face and saw that he was peacefully asleep. I on the other hand had an outrageous erection. I kept rubbing my tip, precum dripping freely. I couldn't hold back, looking over the side of the bed, on my knees, I reached out and touched Mikes cock again. This time, using one hand to pull the waist of the shorts down, I held his cock in my hand. He was not completely hard. And like me, I noticed a drop of precum escape from the tip. Mike is uncut, again like me, and his foreskin hood was still in place. I pulled back the skin, as easy and gently as I could. Mike made a low guttural sound, that was not unpleasant to hear. As I built up my courage, I came up onto my knees and leaned my head forward. I wanted my brothers penis between my lips. I wanted to taste the clear precum that was dripping from around the head. The foreskin was wet with it. I could not, didn't want to, stop. Opening my mouth, I pulled forward and places my tongue between his foreskin and head. As I did this I saw Mikes legs extend, stretch. I had gone too far to stop. I opened my mouth wider and took my big bro's penis in my mouth. There was no stopping me now, I didn't care if he woke up, I just did not care if he knew his little brother was sucking his cock. His cock got harder in my mouth. As it did, the foreskin retracted and I was sucking on his cock head. Damn, Mike was hung! I brought my hands up and pulled his undershorts down even further. I knew he had to be awake, to know what I was doing. He didn't move though. Just his breathing, which increased. I pulled the shorts down mid thigh. Reached up and cupped his hairy balls. I was so pleased that he wasn't into the shaving craze that seemed to afflict most of the guys in school. I climbed on the bed. But stayed below Mikes hips. My view at this point was of his huge hairy balls. Tight in the sack. I leaned forward and licked. Washing Mikes nuts with my tongue. Getting as far under as I could. He smelled so fucking good. As I came up, I saw that the foreskin on his cock was completely pulled back. He was harder than I had ever seen him. Bigger than when I watched him jerk off, he had a cock worth sucking on. And this little brother was not stopping. I took Mike's cock as deep as I could. Sucking, licking, pulling at the tip and foreskin with my lips. The vains in his cock were popping. The head so big. I deep throated him again and again. On my way up to the tip after sucking on the base, I felt Mike's legs go stiff. He didn't show in any other way that he was going to come. And in the back of my throat he shot his cream. It was so deep in my throat that I could not taste it. He shot beyond my mouth and directly down my throat. I kept pumping him with my mouth. My cock sucking ability at its best. I wanted my brothers come in me. Deep in me. As Mike shot, I grabbed my own dick. Pumping just a little, it was all I needed. My come covered Mike's right leg and bed sheets. I lay exhausted both physically and mentally. I got up as quietly as I could and walked to the door. The room was still aglow in the moonlight. Turning to look at Mike, sleeping or not sleeping it did not matter. I wonder how he fucks???