Date: Sun, 22 Jan 2017 18:42:55 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101@yahoo.com
Subject: Curiouser and Curiouser

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*****

"Jesus, you got a dick on you, kid."

Shit, forgot myself there. I guess I was supposed to be focused on the
porno, but with a sight like that all sprawled out beside me... his body
thick with newly built young muscle, and a near double-handful of thick,
curving young cock all shiny with his smeared precum... why would I be
watching the boring so-called action up on the TV screen?

Kev flashed me a surprised, but pleased kind of grin. Shuffled his hips a
little, scooting his ass a little lower, making that awesome cock of his
curve up towards his crunched abs.

"Yeah, you think so, dude?" he said.

I just nodded, swallowing, my mouth a little dry all of a sudden. Watched
his eyes rove over my own naked muscles, down to the cock I was fisting -
slowly, right now, because this was just too damn good, too surprising,
what we were doing. I didn't want it to end just yet. I already knew I was
gonna be jackin' it to the memories of this for maybe years to come. His
eyes fixed on my cock, watching as I gave it a kind of show-offy slow
stroke, and he grinned a little more at that before meeting my eyes, and
matching my stroke with one of his own.

"You got a big one too, Scotty," he said, blushing a little.

"Guess it runs in the family," I said hoarsely.

"Guess it does," he grinned, then pushed his forward, giving a pleasurable
little grunt at the sensation, before letting it snap back against the
peach-fuzzed ripple of his muscled jock kid belly. It landed on his abs
with a slap. This time, I grunted. Gave myself a longer stroke.

"You like?" he said almost shyly.

I looked at him, and there wasn't any weirdness in his face, no sense he
was laying some kind of trap. Just open, curious, maybe a little
eager. Something more behind his eyes, behind that cute face of his,
half-biting his lower lip. I was still all dry-mouthed, so I just smiled at
him, subtly shifted my knee closer so it brushed his. Up and down, once or
twice, and then his smile tweaked and he brushed his knee back against
mine, more firmly. We let them rest there, warm and lightly furry, as he
propped his right hand behind his head, exposing the dewy fur of his pit,
and switched his stroke to his left hand. We kept going that way for a few
minutes, stroking with opposite hands, kind of watching the porn, but
really kind of not. My unoccupied left hand was getting itchy.

"Dude... you can do it with your left hand?" I asked.

"What, you can't?" he said, chuckling.

"Just doesn't feel the same for me, I guess," I said, as we continued to
stroke and watch each other. "Like, I don't get into it so much, y'know?"

"Oh, I know what you mean," he nodded, and god damn, here me and my little
bro were, having a casual conversation about our stroke styles like it was
the most natural thing in the world. Well shit... it felt pretty damn
natural. Felt real good. Felt... right, in a weird way.

"It's not so intense, I guess," he went on. "But that just means you can
make it last longer."

He had that cute twinkly grin of his, reminding me of the little kid bro
I'd always thought of him as, until lately. Until this. I thought about
what he was really saying, and my heart started to pound a little more, my
cock throbbing almost in sync.

"You... want this to last longer?" I said dumbly.

"Of course, dude," Kev said, like he was surprised I was such a dumbass. "I
mean... don't you?"

I stared at him for another second, then we both grinned at each
other. This time, it was him shuffling in a little closer, our bare thighs
pressing together more firmly. Slowly, experimentally, I slipped my left
arm around his shoulders. Kev tensed up briefly, then with a little sigh,
relaxed into my side. Gave me that shy, pleased little grin of his as we
stroked, slow and slick, side by side.

Fuck, he'd really grown these past few years. Really made the most out of
his tough little wrestler kid body, and taken it beyond, until he was
nearly as big as me now. His biceps were thick and beautifully peaked,
strong veins running down them and over his blondish-haired forearms. His
thighs were packed and thick with muscles. My left hand draped over his
shoulder wanted to shift down and stroke over the smooth pump of his hard
pecs, already big and full like mine were, capped off with those
juicy-looking brown nips that were just begging to be teased, tweaked,
sucked...

"You ever touch... other places when you do this?" he said, soft and husky,
snapping me out of my horny zone-out.

I stared at him, at the mix of heat and embarrassed blush on his handsome
young face. It's like he was reading my mind. And before I knew what I was
doing, the fingers of my left hand trailed down over the thick bunch of his
pec, making him push out a little moan, his left hand jacking a little
faster. I kept my eyes on him, looking for him to freeze up or shut down,
but all he did was look back at me, open and curious. So I grazed my
fingertips down to that brown bud of a nipple, smiling as his eyes widened
and he writhed a little under me with a soft moan. I felt the flesh of his
tit stiffen, as I slowly swirled it with my fingertip, then flicked across
it, strumming it like I loved doing to myself. Surely he was doing this
kind of thing to himself too... but it always felt better having somebody
else do it for you, right?

Kev's right hand shifted from where he was rubbing his muscly right thigh,
a little tentative as he reached over to touch my left one, all pressed up
against his. I just smiled, flexed up the big, thick muscle of my quad, and
grazed the stiff nub of his tit with my thumb and forefinger. At that, he
moaned, and a clear glob of precum welled in his cockslit. I felt my mouth
water. Kev's fingers dug into the flexed muscles of my thigh and he grinned
at me even wider. We both started stroking a little faster, and pretty
quickly, we forgot all about the dumb porn playing in front of us. Started
getting into the much more interesting, and way sexier thing happening
between us.

I shifted my thigh up and slightly over his, and when Kev's hand reached
for it to pull it the rest of the way over so it sprawled over the top of
his, I smiled real big at him and ruffled his hair. His hand started to
slowly move up and down my inner thigh - how could he know that was one of
my shiver-all-over spots? I bet it was the same way for him. I bet we were
wired a lot more alike than we thought, and it sure seemed like we were
finding out, the deeper we got. Kev leaned more into my side, really
nestling up close, body to body, as his stroking, exploring fingers
wandered higher and higher up my inner thigh, til the back of his hand was
damn near grazing my balls, as they lightly bounced from my steady jacking
action.

"This is nice," I half-whispered, as I continued to tease his nip, then
moving out around it in circles, exploring more of his big, bunching pec,
up over his shoulder to the thick, working muscles of his left bicep, his
jacking arm. Then back over his chest, down into the valley between his big
young pecs, teasing along the light, faint hair there. I wasn't much
hairier than him. He was every bit as much of a man as I was.

"Yeah," he murmured back, looking down at my fingers as they trailed over
the tops of his hard young abs, then down to his hand on his cock, then
over to my other hand doing the same to mine. Then slowly up to me,
blushing again, a trace of a smile, his eyes a little foggy as he got even
deeper into the zone with me. Fuck, his lips looked so damn soft, full,
inviting...

"You ever, like... want to... y'know... make out with somebody while you do
this, bro?" he asked in a husky half-whisper.

Fucking mind-reader, again. I stared at him, then slowly smiled.

"All the time, lil bro," I said back. "You never...?"

He blushed deeper, shook his head. I knew he'd fooled around with girls - a
kid who looked like him, of course he had. But stroking your cock, that was
different. More of a guy thing. I'd never met a girl who was into watching
me jack off. I'd had a few buds, though... they got it.

I swallowed hard, then grazed my fingers up along the strong edge of his
jaw, feeling the teen stubble there. He got these adorable twin spots of
color on his cheeks as he stared at me, but before either of us could say
anything or do anything to fuck up the moment, I leaned in and brushed my
lips over his, experimentally. He let out this soft little whimper of
surprise, and when I brushed my lips over his again, slower this time, his
were already parting, a little moist, really soft, fucking intoxicating, as
he angled his head up to meet my lips.

This time, it was my turn to grunt with lust and a little surprise, feeling
his lips parting to mine, tasting his breath, feeling the warm, wet
sponginess of his tongue as mine flicked his, and then we were both
grunting together as I pushed my tongue all the way inside of his sweet,
hot mouth, and he took it all. He pushed his tongue back against mine,
meeting me in the kiss, giving back even better than he got, and I felt a
warning jolt buzz through my groin. I loved to kiss, and it sure seemed
like my baby bro was wired the same way on this, too, because the little
stud was making me leak hard as he made out with me.

We kept pushing it deeper, swapping tongues and spit and moans and grunts,
making out like we'd just discovered it, jacking harder and faster on our
cocks. I don't know how long we went for, didn't care either, just that we
were doing it with each other, kissing, and jacking, bro-bonding in the
best possible way. And then Kev's hand brushed all the way up my inner
thigh, buzzed my big, full balls, and I grunted deep into his mouth.

"Fuckkkk," I growled, pulling back from his enchanting lips, jacking harder
and faster on my cock as I felt the sweet, tingling buzz of my cum building
up, hard. Kev's hand on his cock matched mine stroke for stroke as we
pushed ourselves to the brink together. He bit his lip again, the cute
little fucker, and I just knew there was a ton more on his mind. There sure
was on mine.

"You ever wanted to do... more, bro?" he asked, with that sexy little
blush.

My heart thumped.

"Aw kid," I growled, then crashed my mouth onto his. His tongue was ready
for me, dancing hard with mine, as I reached over and knocked his hand off
his big, hard young dick, and replaced it with mine.

Kev practically squealed in my mouth as I took a good strong hold of him,
feeling him all hot and throbbing in my hand as I jacked his slickness
furiously, his whole body tensing up as he squirmed and moaned against
me. His hand grabbed a hard hold of my bunching bicep as I took control,
and then he was wailing into my mouth as I heard, and felt, the hot, wet
splats of his thick young cum start to jet all over his stomach. That put
me right on the brink, and all it took was for his right hand to find my
own throbbing cock before I was grunting and squirting, adding my hot cum
to the mess of his on his quivering abs.

"More?" I panted when we came up for air, flushed and sweaty and slowly
grinning at each other. "All the fucking time, baby bro. You got no idea."

I looked down at the puddles of pearly white brother cum spattered across
his muscled midsection, and without thinking about it, dropped my head and
began to lap it up. The thick, salty-mineral taste of our blended cum
filled my mouth, and I growled and licked him clean, spurred on by the
insane hotness of what we'd just done, and what I was doing. What it
meant. Where it could go next. Kev's fingers curled into my short hair as I
cleaned him off hungrily.

"So show me, Scotty," he said, those big blue eyes of his all sparkling
with curiosity again.

So I did.