Date: Wed, 8 Nov 2017 20:44:56 -0500
From: a4f tales <a4ftales@gmail.com>
Subject: "In It To Win It"

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*****

The thing of it is, neither of us really liked KISS. I mean, who does,
right? But anyway, me and Hugh had been sitting on the tailgate of his
truck on our lunch break, and when they announced the prize on the radio -
two tickets to see KISS up in Chicago, front-row seats, backstage passes,
an all-expenses-paid weekend in a fancy hotel, and then $2,000 prize money
into the bargain - he picked up his phone, and wound up being the lucky
eighth caller. It was crazy, and a real lift to our day, sure, but then
they said they'd be in touch soon, and a week went by, and I guess we kinda
forgot about it. But then the producer called, this chick with a kinda
husky, sexy voice, and told us to come by the station to complete the final
challenge and claim our prize.

"OK, so," Liza the producer said, when we got down there, and damn, that
voice was definitely backed up by the flesh. She was a cute little thing,
wearing a pair of jeans that showed off her shapely ass, a nice rack on
her, these cute Velma-from-Scooby-Doo glasses that gave her this sexy
hipster-librarian kinda vibe. "You guys are the finalists. All you need to
do is one more thing to be the winners. You boys up for a challenge?"

Her cute little grin, and the way she rested her hand on the round swell of
her hip, shit - it's safe to say me and Hugh were game to do pretty much
anything she asked of us. I was doing my best to keep my stomach sucked in
and my chest kind of puffed out, let her see the differences between me and
Hugh. I was shorter, but thicker. The Army had seen to that, and I still
had most of the muscle I'd built up by the time I discharged last year. I
had more hair, too. Put the two of us side by side, and I liked to think I
was the better-looking one. Didn't have much trouble finding a girl to take
home, most Friday nights, and when I got them there, I had a nice thick
dick to keep them plenty interested. Beside me, I knew Hugh was standing up
straighter, trying to emphasize his height. Gangly motherfucker with his
chin beard and his fake-diamond ear studs. Yeah, we might have pretty much
won this contest together, but the competition between us was still
going. Winner takes all.

Liza was taking out her phone, that flirty, knowing, I've-got-a-secret
smile on her ruby-red lips. I wondered what it'd be like to kiss those
lips. Or have them wrapped round my shaft, sliding all the way down while
my fingers tangled in her auburn-brown hair. Oh yeah. I could see that in
my mind real clearly.

"So," she said, lifting up her phone so the camera lens was pointed at
us. "We call this the `Kiss For KISS' contest. And that means, all you boys
need to do to win the grand prize is give us a little sugar."

Hugh chuckled all goofily, but I could feel the smile freezing on my face.

"Do what now?" I said, hearing Hugh's chuckle dying down.

"You gotta Kiss for KISS," she said, still smiling kind of enticingly. "30
seconds, and the grand prize is yours. The tickets. The backstage
passes. Two nights at the Kimpton. And of course, two thousand dollars in
cold, hard cash. That's a pretty damn awesome prize, for 30 seconds, right
guys?"

"What, like, on video?" Hugh said. Liza laughed.

"No, this is just for verification. I'll delete it as soon as we confirm
you've completed the challenge. Don't worry - it's not going up on, like,
Facebook or anything. I wouldn't do you boys like that."

I couldn't help but think how she might do me, and I'd bet the entire grand
prize Hugh was thinking the same. I looked at him. He looked at me. Felt
like a whole year went by, as we looked at each other, then her, then each
other again. There was a hell of a lot on the line here, for a couple of
small-town boys like us. A chance to feel like rock stars for a weekend,
not a couple of shit-kicker small-town dudes with lame jobs and no big
prospects. A chance to have some glory days, feel big in the world, like we
used to back when we were pounding down the field for the Tigers, back in
high school a decade ago.

There was even more on the line, though, because Hugh was my little
brother, and I don't think this radio-station producer knew that. Or maybe
she did. Maybe she noticed the resemblance. Maybe that's why she had that
frisky kind of gleam in her eye. Or maybe that was just the doob me and
Hugh had smoked on the drive over here.

I was still going back and forth about it in my head. Kiss your brother?
Naw, fuck that, one half of my brain was saying. But then the other half
was all, Dude, your life is boring as fuck. This is a cool thing. Could
change your life. Make you feel awesome, so you can be awesome. So what if
you gotta kiss him? It's thirty seconds. Ain't gonna kill ya.

Liza was looking back and forth between us, like she was watching a tennis
game or something, and I was still kinda hemming and hawing about it in my
mind, when Hugh kinda tossed his arm up the air in an "I give up" gesture.

"Fuck it, we'll do it," he said, looking at me with this big, loopy grin I
knew pretty well. I wanted to punch him in his big grinning fucking mouth.

"Awesome, guys," Liza said, all husky and warm and almost excited-sounding,
but I guess that was all part of her job. She tapped her red-painted
fingernail at the screen of her phone and pointed it our way. "Let's do
this, so we can get you guys your awesome prize, yeah?'

So now I couldn't back down, really, or I'd look like an asshole, and we
wouldn't get our prize, and life would go back to being boring and kinda
sucky, and Hugh would probably never forgive me, for the rest of our
lives. And hey, shit, maybe Liza was the type of girl who'd be impressed by
this kind of shit. Live in hope, right?

Me and Hugh turned to each other, both of us laughing to cover up our
nerves, Hugh kinda flailing his arms like he wasn't sure how to start. I
sure as fuck wasn't gonna be the one to make the first move.

"Don't worry, I have a timer going," Liza said. "30 seconds, and you boys
are headed to Chicago."

"OK, 30 seconds, that's all, dude," Hugh said, kinda hyping himself up like
he used to do before a game, and I waited for him to make the first move,
my guts all tied up in knots all of a sudden, and then he just did. Leaned
in a little, and I leaned up, both of us puckering our lips up in a
kissy-kissy kind of face, and then we were kissing.

It was awkward as fuck at first, like our lips didn't quite know how to
work. I'd made out with a lot of girls over the years, and I know Hugh had
too, but this was pretty different, all awkward like we were 14 or
something and didn't know what we were doing. Our lips kinda mashed
together, all out of sync, and then fuck, I dunno, my lips opened up a
little, and so did his, and then our tongues were touching, and I felt a
kind of weird grossed-out chill through my guts.

And then Hugh's big tongue slipped deeper into my mouth, and mine was
starting to work with his, and suddenly it was fucking awesome.

You know how it is when a kiss gets good, when everything kinda falls in
place and starts to work in sync? Yeah, like that. Our tongues were all
sliding together, our lips finding a way to move together, opening up wider
to each other. I could feel more than hear Hugh's surprised little grunt
when I kissed him back, but he worked with me, even as he was kinda
flapping his arms up in the air like he had no idea what was going on.

Bull-fuckin'-shit. Hugh knew exactly what he was doing. So did I. And now,
we were showing each other. I kinda wanted to put my hands on his hips, or
something, but I could halfway see Liza and her phone recording us out the
corner of my eye, and I didn't want this shit to look too gay or
anything. But yeah, fuck, this was a pretty damn good kiss. Felt like it
was taking forever, and the weirdest part of it all was, I kinda didn't
want to stop. Wanted to keep macking on my little bro, because I love
making out, and it seemed like Hugh did too, and it sure as shit felt like
he was digging this about as much as I was.

I guess maybe I got to be aware of the fact I could taste his spit, the
aftertaste of Cherry Pepsi on his tongue, the way his lips were all soft
but kinda firm - like, muscular, kind of. And then I got to be aware of my
cock, chubbing up inside my shorts, and I dunno, it went from making out to
something kinda deep and hungry, something intense, something manly as
fuck, and I could feel Hugh was vibing to that too, the two of us just
starting to fuckin' go for it -

"Guys?" Liza said, her voice cutting through the fog we were in. "Guys?
You're the winners!"

Suddenly Hugh yanked away from me, arms up in the air, all triumphant and
shit, yelling "Woohoo!" Me, I was a little dazed, wiping my mouth, aware
there was spit all over my lips, but grinning just the same, laughing to
cover up the weird shit I was feeling inside of me.

"Shit, for real?" Hugh was saying. "That's all we gotta do?"

"Yeah, for real," Liza was saying, her voice amused. "For real, like, 15
seconds ago. For a couple of straight boys, that was a pretty intense
kiss."

I blushed hard, and Hugh kinda looked away from me, but he still had that
smile on his face, and fuck it, it had always been kind of infectious. Liza
took her phone to her manager or something, and the two of us just stood
there kinda awkwardly, still grinning, but unable to look at each other, or
anywhere but the carpet, really.

So we walked out of the radio station building with a big envelope with all
the tickets and paperwork and a check and shit, and yeah, it was a cool
feeling to finally have won something in life, know what I mean? But then,
also, under that, was this kind of weird feeling too. Like, I'd just made
out with my own brother. Even more than that - I'd kind of liked it. Hugh
was being unusually quiet too, so I knew he was feeling it. We got in the
truck without a word and headed on down the road, not saying a word to each
other for a good ten minutes.

"Dude, I need a fucking beer," Hugh announced out of the blue, hitting the
turn signal as we got near Jackson and heading towards Murphy's, which was
our usual spot, and suddenly a beer sounded like the greatest idea in the
world. Something cold and sharp and sour to wash the faint aftertaste of
Hugh's Cherry Pepsi-flavored tongue out of my mouth. Something to take the
edge off.

It's tough to have a problem with somebody when you're having a beer with
them, and by our second round, I was feeling a little looser and a lot
happier, and I could tell my brother was too. We watched ESPN on the big
flat-screen over the bar, passed a few comments back and forth, and before
long, it felt pretty much like our usual vibe again. Nice and easy,
low-key.

"Dude," Hugh chuckled after a bit. "Fuckin' Chicago. Two grand. You believe
that shit?"

Damn, just as I was prepared to lock that whole thing away in a box in the
back corner of my brain for awhile, here he was, dredging it back up
again. But I found myself chuckling anyway, because of all the weird and
wild adventures we'd had over the years, this one was shaping up to be
potentially the craziest one yet.

"Fuck, I know, bro," I chuckled. "And you know what? I don't even like
KISS."

Hugh tossed his head back and laughed at that, loud and long, and I found
myself laughing with him as he slapped my back.

"Yeah, I fuckin' know, right?" he said, and damn if his big hand between my
shoulder blades wasn't starting to feel a little good, even if he only
rubbed there for a second or two. I almost missed it, once he pulled it
away. Damn, this day had me all kinds of fucked up.

"You know, though," he said more quietly, after a few moments. "That whole
thing wasn't... so bad."

I looked at the mirror behind the bar in front of us, saw Hugh kind of
looking at me with a half-smile.

"Yeah?" I said.

"Yeah," he said, and there was... I dunno, something in his voice, and we
turned to look at each other, and I got that tingle in my guts all over
again. Just like I did when we'd kissed.

"Guess it's like that old saying," I kind of chuckled. "A mouth's a
mouth..."

"And a hole's a hole," Hugh grinned, finishing for me, and then we looked
at each other again, and fuck, it was like we both got it at the same
time. His eyes got a little wide, and I'm pretty sure mine did too, just
like I was probably blushing a little, the same as he was.

Hugh's duplex was closer, maybe five minutes from Murphy's under regular
circumstances, but we probably made it there in three, not saying a word to
each other as Hugh gunned his beat-up Silverado there, slamming it into
Park in the driveway almost before it had stopped moving. Once he fumbled
the door open, we practically tumbled over each other to get inside, the
door just clicking shut as he shoved me up against the wall and came at me,
mouth already open.

Now my brother tasted all sharp and sour like beer as he fed me his tongue,
making me grunt and growl and grab hold of the back of his head and just
fucking go for it. We kissed hard and hungry, like I almost never got to
kiss with girls, and there was something so fuckin' intense and masculine
and dangerous about it all. My cock was like a fucking pry bar in my jeans,
throbbing as I tasted Hugh's thick, beer-sour spit, feeling the hard muscle
of his ass under my other hand as I tugged him tighter to me and sucked
harder on his eager tongue. He grunted and pushed his crotch up against
mine, and fuck yeah, my little bro was just as hard as I was.

"We really fuckin' doin' this, dude?" he panted when we came up for air, a
little wild-eyed, face flushed, still throbbing in his jeans against me.

"I dunno, are we?" I said, suddenly unsure, aware that we could stop right
now. We could get over all the awkwardness, probably. If we stopped now.

"Fuck, I mean..." Hugh said, and then he got this spacey kind of look in
his eyes and set his hands on my hips. "Earlier... that was... I mean..."

"It was fuckin' awesome," I muttered, scared to put it out there, but
relieved, too. Even more when Hugh's big grin cracked wide on his face.

"Fuck yeah it was," he said.

"Then let's just fuckin'..." I said, and he barely huffed out a "Yeah"
before he was lunging for my mouth with his again.

This wasn't like back at the radio station, when we were all nerves and
awkwardness and weirdness. I guess that was the dry run for this kiss,
because we were just fuckin' going for it now, tongues and lips and hands
going at each other, as we grappled and grunted and devoured each other's
mouths. I'd never been harder in my life, and from the way Hugh kept
grinding his bulge against mine, I was pretty sure this was a peak for him
too. We were sucking face the whole time he was maneuvering us down the
hall and into his bedroom, breaking off only to yank off the T-shirts the
radio station had given us, lunging for each other all open-mouthed and
hungry again as we tugged at each other's jeans and kicked our boots off.

"Goddamn, you're hard as fuck," I grunted, looking down at the big tent in
Hugh's FTL boxer briefs, and without even thinking about it, I pushed my
palm against it. He was all hard and springy and throbbing, pushing himself
against my palm and mauling my lips. I'd never really felt another dude's
cock before, and there was a little voice in the back of my head wondering
if I hadn't been missing out, all this time.

"Fuck yeah, so are you, bro," Hugh panted, wrapping his hand around the
thick tube of cock tenting my shorts and squeezing it. I growled and kissed
him, hard and deep and wet, then planted my hands on the flat, firm plates
of his pecs and pushed him back onto his bed. He chuckled all goofily as he
bounced there, his eyes big and shiny as he looked me up and down.

"How far we goin' with this, Jimmy?" he said as I climbed up on the bed,
straddling his long, lean thigh.

"Fuck, I dunno," I grunted. I looked down at him, all sprawled out, his
body lean and angular, but firm and defined, too. I'd always thought of him
as a big gangly beanpole, but my little brother was really tight, with that
wiry kind of muscularity some tall dudes get. All of a sudden, I wanted him
real bad - all of him. "How far you wanna go, little bro?"

He got this kind of lusty look on his face when I said that, and reached up
for my thick shoulder to pull me down.

"I dunno, you big fuck," he growled. "Let's just fuckin' see where we land,
yeah?"

I fell on top of him and fed him my tongue, and we got back to work. His
hands stroked over my thicker flesh as our tongues ground hard all over
each other, trading spit back and forth all loud and sloppy, lips smacking,
grunting, the bed squeaking and shifting under our mass as we squirmed into
one big knot of bodies. I was leaking like a motherfucker in my shorts, and
I could feel the sticky graze of cotton on my skin from him too. We rolled
around for awhile, connected at the mouth as we felt each other up, and
wound up with me on top of him, my bulge grinding on his, his long, lean
legs coiled around my thicker body. I came up for air, panting, sweating,
looking down at his sweaty, flushed face, his eyes all alive and shit, his
parted lips all glossy with spit and curved up in a big grin. An idea
flashed in my head, and before I knew I was doing it, my lips were pursing,
a big wad of my spit forming on my tongue, and it was like Hugh was reading
my mind.

"Yeah, fucker, feed it to me," he grunted, and my cock throbbed doubly hard
against him as he opened up wide and I spat right in his mouth.

"FUCK!" he barked, craning up to kiss me real hard, before dropping back,
his mouth open again. "Again, fucker!"

So I obliged him, spitting thick another thick wad, and another, right into
his hungry mouth, then chasing them with my tongue, sharing it between us
as he clapped his hands on the big, beefy muscles of my ass and
squeezed. That got to be a thing for awhile, trading spitwads back and
forth, winding up with me on my back, watching him slowly drool a thick
strand of his beery saliva down into my mouth as I throbbed and leaked in
my shorts. I dunno why it was so hot, it just fucking was, hot and deep and
kinda nasty, and it seemed like the more we did it, the more we wanted it
from each other.

Then Hugh surprised me. He got this kinda fixated look in his eyes, then
shoved my arm back and up, exposing my sweaty pit, licking his lips as he
did.

"Dude, what..." I started to say, then moaned as he shoved his flushed,
sweaty face into my armpit, inhaling deeply, nuzzling in there like nobody
had ever done before, and then following with the slow, wet drag of his
tongue, grunting huskily the whole time. It was fucking wild, a total new
experience, and I found myself fucking loving it, shivering all over,
clasping the back of his head with my hand to push his face in deeper as he
slobbered and slurped and inhaled my pits.

"Yeah bro, fuckin' lick my pits, dude," I panted, and he just growled in
response and tried to fuckin' devour me. When he came up for air, I grabbed
the back of his head and pulled him in to swap spit again, tasting my musky
funk all over his lips and inside of his mouth, slurping up my own man
tastes as he pushed my other arm up. Without another word, I grabbed the
back of his head and guided him into my other pit, and while he feasted on
it, I reached down to tweak his cock bulge.

Hugh was throbbing to beat the band down there, and the white cotton of his
boxer briefs was fucking soaked with precum. I rubbed my fingertips over
the wet, sticky fabric, and then without even thinking about it, found
myself slipping my fingers inside the fly of his shorts, finding the hot,
throbbing stickiness of his hard cock inside them. Hugh grunted into my pit
as I touched him there for the first time, then moaned as my fingertips
found the glossy helmet of his cock, all slicked up with his precum.

"Hard as fuck, kid," I growled in his ear as I stroked the head of his
juicing cock, and he just moaned in response and licked my pit even
harder. When I pulled my fingers from his shorts, they were glazed like a
donut with his pre. I kinda wanted to taste `em. Strike that - I definitely
wanted to taste `em, and I was on my way to doing just that when a better
idea struck me.

"Here, bro," I murmured, squeezing the back of his neck with my other
hand. He looked up, face all lust-hazy and shiny with sweat, and when I
rubbed my fingers over his lips, he didn't hesitate to suck them into his
mouth, moaning at the taste of his own precum on my thick digits.

"Yeah, you dirty fucker," I grinned, but I didn't mean it in a bad way or
anything. More like a compliment, and I showed him how I meant it when I
pulled my fingers from his suckling mouth and replaced them with my
tongue. We growled and grunted and went back to devouring each other's
tongues again, the taste of my little bro's pre and my man musk flavoring
the spit we traded back and forth. When it faded out, I'd reach down to
scoop more of his free-flowing juices up - he was a leaker, just like me -
and replenish it, and when he slipped his long fingers inside of my shorts
to scoop my juices up and add them to the mix, I didn't stop him. We fed on
each other's spit and sweat and pre until our tongues started to throb with
all the effort, our lips getting all tingly from each other's stubble
grazing the tender flesh.

"God damn!" Hugh grunted, pulling himself off of me, chest heaving, staring
hard at me with a mix of lust and surprise. "Holy fuck..."

"I know, dude," I said, and it was like I couldn't stop myself from pushing
his arm up and burying my face in the sweaty fur of his pit. He smelled of
sweat, all sharp and musky, of course, but underneath all that there
was... I dunno, something. All of a sudden, I couldn't get enough of it,
nuzzling and lapping at the sharp, salty funk of him. Hugh moaned and
clutched the back of my head, pulling me deeper into the sweaty tang of his
pit, and his other hand slid down my back to squeeze the thickness of my
ass as I feasted on him.

"Fuckin' taste me, fucker," Hugh growled, pulling my head up to kiss me,
thick and sloppy and quick, before pulling my head down into his other pit
to continue my licking. My nose and mouth, my fucking head was full of his
scent and taste, all man, and I could not get enough of him.

"How far we gonna go, bro?" I grunted against his lips after another
intense, sloppy round of kissing, my tongue throbbing by this point.

"Fuck, I dunno, dude," he murmured. "We gonna make each other cum, bro?"

"Yeah, you want that, little brother?" I huffed, and he growled and ground
his body against me. It was so kinky, so dirty, so wrong, all of this - but
god damn, it was like nothing else I'd ever had.

"Fuck yeah, Jimmy," he murmured, and this time when he kissed me, it was a
little softer. "Fucking bros, makin' each other cum. Fuck yeah."

We kissed even more while we wriggled out of our underwear, and when I
grasped the back of his head and brought my sweaty, precum-sticky boxer
briefs up to his nose, he buried his face in them, inhaling deeply as his
hand strummed his big, hard cock.

"So fuckin' nasty," he panted, before feeding me his tongue again, and when
he bunched his shorts up and crushed them against my nose and mouth, I
couldn't stop myself from inhaling his musky scent, even if I'd wanted
to. I was surprised as hell to find that I didn't.

Hugh's cock was like the rest of him - long and hard, a pretty good dick, I
guess. Mine was like the rest of me - a little shorter than him, but
thicker, sturdier, bigger in the aggregate. When his hand wrapped round
mine, it was like an electric shock running through me, and I felt him jolt
too when I took him in my hand, feeling the hot, throbbing thickness of
him. So weird, but so right too. Just like handling my own. We kissed long
and slow and wet as we handled each other, getting less tentative as we
went, more confident, more into it and each other, swapping spit and
tongues and strokes on each other's throbbing bro dicks. I could feel the
slickness of him all over my palm, and all of a sudden, there was nothing I
wanted more than to taste what he was flowing. I locked eyes on his and
brought my palm up, slowly lapping up the salty, mineral mix of his precum
and my palm sweat, watching him bite his lip as he stared lustily at me,
before bringing his own palm up and doing the same thing. We laid there, my
cock throbbing against the long, lean muscle of his thigh, and licked up
the bro precum from our palms, and of course right after that, we got back
to making out, deep and hungry again, sharing our tastes.

I pulled back from the kiss to hock a wad of spit on my palm, watching
Hugh's eyes flutter closed as he moaned and squirmed when I wrapped my
slick palm back around his length and stroked him up and down. The sight of
him spitting into his palm made my cock twitch, even more when he slapped
it onto my shaft and started to work it into the hot, sticky skin, leaning
in close to slide his tongue back into my mouth as we jacked on each
other. Just two bros, jerking each other off, making out, no big deal.

But it was a big deal, a real hot deal, actually, the thought of the dirty
kinkiness of what we were doing just amping up the churn and fire in my
balls and inner thighs and groin. I jacked my brother the way I liked to
jack myself, only I knew that this wasn't gonna be one of those slow, edgy
kind of stroke sessions. All the kissing and the spit-sharing and the
pit-licking and stuff, plus the fact it was my own fucking brother doing it
all right back to me - fuck, man. Hugh's hand was fuckin' magic on my fat
cock, stroking it like I knew he probably stroked his own, treating it as
well as he treated his own big dick, and that got me thinking that maybe we
should've done all this shit a long time ago, and just that thought alone
made the cum churn harder in my balls and the length of my cock tingle,
warning me of the coming blast.

"Gonna make me nut, little bro," I growled against his lips, stroking his
streaming, straining cock harder and faster. "Makin' your own big bro cum,
dude. You gonna cum for me too, bud?"

"Awww fuck yeah I am, bro," he panted. "Cum so fuckin' hard..."

"Attaboy, kid," I grinned, stroking him faster. "Shoot that bro cum,
dude. Fuckin' nut for me, Hughie."

"Aw Jimmy!" he kinda wailed, and when I fed my tongue into his mouth and
worked it against his while my thumb rubbed the head of his throbbing,
precum-coated cock, he bucked and shivered and wailed into my mouth, and I
felt the hot, hard, thick jets of his cum shooting up his body, hitting my
chest and shoulder as I stroked the big load out of his twitching cock.

Hugh's hand had stopped working me while I stroked his load out of him, but
he hadn't let me go as he lay there on the bed and shivered through the
post-cum, his eyes all unfocused, thick white streaks glowing on his
flushed, sweaty skin. He'd shot all the way up to his throat, a really
impressive series of cumshots by anybody's standards. I was about ready to
take over from him and jack a similar-sized load out of my dick, but he
brushed my hand away and got up on his knees beside me.

"Nah, bro," he said. "Promised I would, and I'm gonna."

He leaned over my cock, pursed his lips, and let a thick, long strand of
spit flow down onto my cockhead. I twitched when it made contact, and even
more when he grinned down at me and started to jack me again, picking up
pace slowly but steadily, a determined look in his eyes as he stared down
at my cock, then my face. His other hand roamed over the big, sweaty
muscles of my chest, and maybe I wasn't as cut and defined like I had been
in the army, but I was still big and strong, and I felt like the sexiest
motherfucker alive as he handled my cock and my muscles with an
appreciative kind of look on his face.

"Gettin' jacked off by your own bro, dude," he grunted, looking me in the
eyes. "Little bro's gonna make you cum, Jimmy. You down with that, fucker?"

"Fuck yeah I am, kid," I moaned, feeling that head of steam building up
fast in my loins. "Gonna cum so hard, little bro. You ready for it?"

"Hell yeah I'm ready, bro," he grinned. "So fuckin' show me, Jimmy. Show me
how hard you can cum, you big dumb fuck."

He put a corkscrewing kind of motion into his stroke, sending a whole
different set of thrills through my cockhead - gotta remember that, I
thought - and then he paused his stroking, opened up his hand, and spat a
thick wad of his spit directly onto my throbbing, leaking cockhead. I
moaned, he chuckled, and then set to work with a fast, aggressive series of
strokes that had my toes curling as he polished the head of my cock.

"Come on, bro," he murmured, and as I felt the tidal wave about to crash
through me, I grabbed at his other arm, all steely with lean, tight
muscles, sinking my fingers into it as I started to moan and stiffen up all
over.

"Gonna cum!" I gasped, and he nodded and grinned and said, "Good," and then
he bent over and put his face right near my cock, and that tripped my
trigger, his hot breath all over the wet throb of it, and all of a sudden I
was painting my brother's face with hot pearly-white streaks of my cum.

"Fuckin' shit!" I yelled, and I couldn't tear my eyes off the sight of it,
how hungry he looked as I gave him a thick, heavy bro facial, my cum
blasting across his face, dripping off his chin, the way his tongue snaked
out to lick up the streaks across his lips, ah goddamn...

I was clutching at the sheets, my body heaving, my cock still twitching in
his hand, as I looked down at my bro. Hugh had this weird kinda fixated
look on his face, as he stared at my cock and the random streaks of my cum
on my stomach and bush. I was about to say something, when he let out this
hungry little noise, leaned in, and licked up the trails of cum from my
skin. He looked up at me, his face all flushed under the streaks of my
load, a kind of guilty look in his eyes, but it was like he couldn't stop
himself. He looked at my twitching, still-hard cock in his hand, and then
leaned right in and ran his tongue all up and down the length of it,
panting and hungry. The lash of his tongue all over the sensitive, sticky
head of my cock made another weak spurt of pent-up cum push out of the
wide-open slit, right onto his tongue, and I moaned at the sight of him as
he closed his lips around the very tip of my cock and swallowed noisily.

"Oh fuck, Hughie," I moaned, kinda stunned, but when he slid up the sticky
length of my body and pressed his lips to mine, I didn't stop him. Hell no
- I wrapped my arms round him, pulled him down onto me, and slid my tongue
inside of his mouth and tasted myself on him. We kissed noisily, mouths
thick with our spit and my cum, all mixed up, sharing it back and forth,
pulling tighter to one another as we went real deep together.

"Fuckin'... fuck," Hugh grunted, rolling onto his back next to me when we
finally came up from the depths.

"Jesus, not yet, gimme a break first," I chuckled, because I could already
feel myself getting a little tense inside about all of this, and I didn't
want to feel that way. Hugh turned his head to look at me when I said it,
and the look in his eyes - shit. I hadn't really thought about
that. Y'know... fucking. But hell - I sure was now.

"Yeah, bro?" he said, with that half-grin of his, and for the first time
ever, maybe, I found myself thinking that my little bro was actually
kinda... cute. For a dude. All of a sudden, my pulse was starting to pound
again.

"Uh... I dunno, dude," I said, feeling the blush on my face. He looked at
me. I looked at him. A long moment went by. I could feel whatever was left
of my cum and my sweat cooling on my skin. My cock hadn't really gone fully
soft. Neither had his.

"I mean... I'd have to think about that," I muttered.

"Yeah... me too," he said, then slowly grinned, and I found myself grinning
right back. Because I was thinking about it already, and I knew he was too,
and not just as a joke.

And maybe... not just thinking about me fucking him. Maybe...

"I mean, maybe this was, like... a one-time deal, y'know?" he said, giving
me the out.

"Yeah... maybe," I said, letting him know that maybe I wasn't quite ready
to take the out. Not yet. Maybe there was more to all this.

Hugh grinned slowly, and he had this kind of conspiratorial look on his
face, the one he'd always had when the two of us got up to naughty shit
together as kids. Fun shit. Shit we didn't want anybody else to know about,
but were glad to be doing together. A naughty shared secret between
mischievous brothers. I slid my forearm under his neck and pulled his head
close to mine, his cummy breath all warm on my face as he rolled into my
side.

"I guess technically, this could still be the one time, right bro?" I said,
as he ran his hand up my stomach to my chest.

"I mean, we haven't gotten dressed or anything yet, dude," he grinned as I
ran my hand up and down his lean flank.

"You got any beer?" I said.

"You fuckin' know I do," he smiled. "Want one?"

"At least," I chuckled. "Bring a few. And don't get dressed when you do."

"So it can still be this one time, right bro?"

"Fuckin' right, kid," I grinned, and pulled his head in closer to slide my
tongue right back into his mouth, because there was no `maybe' about it - I
definitely wasn't done with all this yet, and judging by the slow, steady
rise of his cock against my thigh, neither was he.