Date: Wed, 15 Nov 2023 00:19:29 +0000 (UTC)
From: Olando Reez <olandoreez@aol.com>
Subject: Brother vs Neighbor (2)

This is a semi fictional story about two hung men that I have had in my
life. My hung brother and the hot sex god neighbor next door. The two
have never met and never will. But I have had the pleasure of getting
torn up by my brother's thick cock, and have been able to blow the hung
country boy neighbor. So that's the true part. The fictional part is the
two of them with me in the same room.
Both of these men are straight save for the fact that they allow me to
get on their fat dicks.

I hope you enjoy it..
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Brother vs Neighbor (2)


... I had never been the luckiest in love and romance. Hence my last few
years of living alone and uncoupled. And for the timeframe I have been
single, I was enjoying that freedom.
Besides now more than ever I was having the best sex ever. Getting an
almost daily ass slamming by either Joe or my sexy neighbor Steve.
Getting wrecked up and left in a heap by the two almost brutal men in
their need to be rough sexually. But I was great with it.

"Again" I would sometimes say to then
"I need it again. Ruin me stud"

Yes the recent years have brought me a lot of crazy hot sex. My h more
intense and hit than any other sex I had prior to this current
situation.
But as I think of it and the sex I am having. I look back at all the
times these row sex gods have fucked me.

"Hmm" I sit here and sigh in those thoughts and memories.

I will tell you if the first time with each hot man. At least that. It
all began back in my youth. The times when I was looking at Joe more
hungrily with each passing day. Him and that bull crotch of his.
As I said before he had moved up into the attic of the garage as his own
space when he got to be an adult. Still living under Mom and dads roof
for at least a few more years. But handing his own space to hang out.
There was a breezeway between the house and the garage. An enclosed
covered area that connected the garage to the house. And there in the
breezeway was the stairs to go up to the room above the garage. His
room.
Now here is something of note. My brother was a womanizer as he grew into
adulthood. He had had so many different girlfriends that I lost count.
Meeting them, charming them and after a short while dumping them after
fucking them enough to satisfy his need. And since he could come in
through the breezeway and totally avoid the house, he would have girls
over to his place to fuck.
The thing was that my side bedroom window faced the garage. And along the
slanted roof of that building was a window to his place. Joe always kept
it opened and I could hear his sex noises at night

"Joe is such a whore" I said as I leaned in to listen
"But girl sure is lucky"

And then I would jerk off to the sounds emanating from his room. Pulling
at my young dick in his name. Wishing I was the one getting it, not that
girl.
Yeah I had the hits for my hung brother. The prior years and the sights
of his big meaty bulge the catalyst to determine that I was truly gay. It
was all due to him.

"Awesome bulge" I said time and again while he was in the main house

But then when he moved I lost the sights. And all I had was the
remembered images and the growing fantasies. Fantasies if my stud
brother.
I had caught porn. Many a times as I had snuck into his room to watch
what he had in video. Watching the hot sex with girls and men he glanced
at when he was alone. Alone and jerking himself off. So I knew what he
was doing with women in his room. How the sex was being performed, at
least based off the porn.
Now if only I had a great view into his room. That would be even better.
A sightline to the happenings in his space. But I did not. All I got was
the sounds of it. His big hard dick causing girls to cry out and even
whimper as he fucked them. And those sounds turned me on all the more.
Just an indicator of his dick size as he plowed up the girl of the
moment.
Of course I never expected me to get my hands or mouth in his dick. Joe
was straight and had too many girls on the wait to keep him from
experimenting.

"Suck a whore" I said again

But then fate would lay down a gift to me one late Friday night. Joe had
gone out with some friends to get some drinks and maybe get a hook up
with some girl. I was but 16 at the time.
I was up late just watching some TV in my room. Just unable to get some
sleep. I don't know. But that fateful night that kept me up provided me
with the dream come true scenario.
It was late, around 1am and I heard joes car pull up. I looked out my
front window and Joe got out. He was apparently pretty gone and was
stumbling about. So I assumed he had gotten stuck while out. I watched
him open the breezeway door and stumbled in. I heard the clack of the
door as it close but then his moving about in the breezeway. I could hear
him mumbling and grumbling about something that wasn't clear as he was
downstairs. I then looked out my other window. A light came on in his
room. Then more grumbling through the windows between us. He was bitching
about some girl, calling her a cunt and other expletives. Apparently he
had gotten no action tonight.

"Reason why he is drunk" I said

I heard him fumbling about in the room for a bit, then a heavy thud, then
silence. I wanted to call out to see if he was okay. In his drunken state
he may have tripped and fallen in his room.
Instead I got up and headed over to his room. And I was glad I had
decided to do so. I stepped into the breezeway and checked the door. It
was unlocked. The dumbass forgot to lock the door after coming in. I
clicked the lock and then headed up the stairs to the room above the
garage. I pushed the door opened and called out to him

"Joe. Joe. Are you okay in here?" I said almost softly.

I then entered the room. It was a big room. The size of the garage below,
but with a small bathroom to one side. His bed to the one side near the
wall of the bathroom. There I saw his legs. One on the bed aon one off
it. His pants down at his ankles.

"Joe?" I called out again
"Are you okay?"

I looked around the wall to see him laying there. Out. His head close to
the headboard if the bed. So I surmised he may have whacked his head as
he stumbled. But he was out, that was for sure. And snoring.

"Well he is alive" I said
"He didn't fall and kill himself"

Then I looked at his laying there. His shirt pulled up and partially
covering his crotch. The shirt buttons opened up and revealing his smooth
chest.
But then I looked down to the crotch. I guess I had not noticed it
immediately as I was concerned for his safety. But now knowing he was
fine I just looked down at it. I instantly got a hard on...

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