Date: Mon, 20 Feb 2017 13:38:51 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101@yahoo.com
Subject: Left Behind

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*****

It was cool hanging with Foster and his teammates and their
girlfriends. Nice warm, hazy day, a few beers, a joint or two passed
around, all of us just chilling in the river together. Didn't hurt that the
dudes were all hot as fuck, in one way or another. Big, easygoing, chill
college jocks, didn't seem to mind Foster's gay little bro being along for
the afternoon. Guess it helped that I was a good-sized dude myself, a jock
too - back in high school, at least, not in college now, like they were. I
was just a freshman with a nice set of muscles on him who liked to hit the
campus gym. Just another dude, who just so happened to like dudes.

As the afternoon grew longer, there was a definite vibe, though, especially
once the weed kind of kicked in. Things got a little quieter, a kind of
charge in the air. You could see the guys and their girls pulling a little
closer, and when one of them pulled his girl in tighter and laid a nice,
wet kiss on her, well, that kind of kicked things up a notch. They made
their way out of the water, up to where the cars were parked, and it was
almost funny - like clockwork, one by one... or two by two, I guess... the
rest of them headed off to find some privacy too. Not all in their cars,
either, because I know I could hear the definite sounds of a young straight
couple making each other feel very good indeed.

Yeah, so it was straight sex, but dude, I was boned as fuck in my board
shorts, under the warm, mellow water. Picturing those big, thick-muscled
studs putting their bods to work, even if it was fucking pussy. Got a
little lost in my thoughts there, and then I looked over at Foster. Felt
sorry for him immediately.

The big fucker was just kind of floating there, looking a little distant,
inside his own head. His girl had broken up with him last month, and even
though he was a man of few words, not inclined to wear his heart on his
sleeve or anything, I'd known the guy my whole life. I knew he was hurting.

But still... I looked at him, all the thick-muscled linebacker beef of him,
sprawled out in his inner tube, his ballcap laid over his crotch, looking
off in the direction Big Tone and his girl had disappeared to. Admired the
sight of him, because brothers or not, I'm still a horny young dude,
y'know? I'd been admiring Foster pretty intently the last few years, since
he'd gone from a husky kid to a big, powerful jock.

"Want another beer, Fos?" I said, making him snap out of it and look over
at me with a half-smile.

"Thanks, dude," he nodded, and I grabbed us a couple out of the cooler
floating in one of the other inner tubes.

We clanked our cans together and drank, quietly. The wind rustled in the
trees, birds chirped, and somewhere not too far away, Big Tone's deep voice
let out a series of low moans.

"Ballsy motherfucker," Foster said, shaking his head with a grin, taking
another long swallow.

"That's the worst of it, y'know," he eventually said after another long
silence. "I can live without that fucking bitch and all her bullshit... but
fuck, I miss the sex."

"I bet," I chuckled, now picturing Foster slipping his thick log of a cock
- yeah, I'd peeked on him, a lot - up inside of his ex, the thick roll of
his beefy muscles, his powerful ass dimpling and flexing... shit, I had to
get a hold of myself here. Or not, I guess. Damn, I was getting buzzed.

"Especially now," he said kind of grimly, as Tone's girl let out a kind of
high-pitched cry. He reached down under the ballcap sitting over his
crotch, made an adjustment, and I knew he was on the rail. Just like I was.

"Damn, don't think I've ever had a dry spell this long," he sighed,
draining the rest of his beer.

Yeah, so blame it on the weed, the beer, the vibe, my own
perviness. Whatever, it was my call to make. My brain that told my hand to
reach out and kind of rest on the smooth, thick beef of his lower thigh,
right below where the hem of his shorts sat.

"I know what you mean, dude," I said, sympathetically, giving the thick,
warm flesh a light squeeze. I looked at him. He looked at me. More of that
electricity in the air, the same thing that had caught all his buds and
their girls, and sent them off for some private time. Alone time.

"I..." I started, then swallowed to get my suddenly dry mouth working. "I
could... help you out, bro," I finally finished.

"You what?" he said dumbly. But c'mon, how hard was it to figure out.

I nodded at his ballcap, covering up that thick cock of his in his wet
shorts.

"Help you out... with that," I said a little nervously. "Just... take the
edge off, y'know?"

He just kept staring at me, so I reached over and picked up his
ballcap. And yeah, he was hard alright - real fuckin' hard, that thick tube
of cock real obvious, in the soaked black material of his
shorts. Hesitantly at first, I reached out, almost too scared to look at
him, but unable to break the eye contact. Rested my hand real lightly on
his thick, long bulge, and felt his cock throb under my palm.

"Dude... you'd do that?" he said. Not pushing my hand away. I gave him a
light squeeze down there, felt him throb again in response, heard the soft
little grunt he let out.

"For you, bro... yeah, I would," I said, and before he could say anything
else, I took hold of his inner tube and turned it so he was facing
me. Crouched down under the river water, my hands planted just above each
of his knees. Looking up at him, to give him the chance to say no.

He stared at me, his expression unreadable. And then he slowly nodded. My
heart started beating faster. I smiled and leaned in.

It was a total fuckin' trip, all the way around. Firstly, because it was my
big brother's big, fat cock I was hauling out of his shorts, the head all
shiny, my nose full of his musky, sweaty crotch scent. Not gross or
anything, just real manly, the smell of a big, healthy dude who'd been
hanging out in the sun all day. Secondly, because we were right out in the
open, a first for me, and it was a real kick to be doing this, feeling
Foster's big dick throbbing mightily in my hand as I stroked it and admired
it.

"Shit, Benji," he said softly, a little awestruck, as I corkscrewed his
cock in my hand, then leaned in and ran my tongue up the length of
it. Fuck, he tasted good. I felt warm jets of spit in my mouth as I licked
up the salty, sweaty muskiness of him, running my tongue under the rim of
his head. When I closed my lips over the whole head and lashed it with my
tongue, he moaned low in his big chest and dropped his head back.

I grinned, took his discarded ballcap, set it on my head, and slowly
started working my way down. I had a little bit of experience with this. I
knew what I liked real early - I liked dudes, and being naked with them,
and once I'd dropped all the self-deceiving BS and quit trying to date
girls in my teens, really went with it, there'd been no stopping me. I
wasn't some kind of cock slut or anything - I just loved sex with other
dudes. As much of it as I could get. Just like any normal, healthy young
dude would.

In the back of my mind, I knew it was possible Foster might snap out of it
and push me away. I'd been jonesing to do this to him for years - this, and
a whole lot of other things - so I got to work, showing my big bro my
cocksucking skills, as I worked my way down his thick, veiny shaft. Almost
all the way down, since I was still working on my deepthroating
abilities. But close enough for him, and whatever was left over of his big,
fat linebacker's cock, I had my hand to take care of that. That, and his
big, hefty balls. I used my other hand on his big, powerful thigh, holding
his floating ass in place as I started to really suck him, moving my lips
and tongue up and down, setting off a constant stream of deep, low noises
from the big guy. When his big paw found the back of my head, starting to
guide me as I moved up and down on him, I knew I was doing good for him,
and that just made me want to do even better.

"Fuck, kid," he murmured huskily, and I looked up the length of his beefy
powerful torso to see him halfway curled up, watching me with real
interest. "So fuckin' good, little dude."

I loved hearing that, especially from him, and so I gave him a nice long
hum, sending vibrations all through the thickness of his big, hard
dick. His eyes fluttered closed and I felt his big quad tense up under my
slow-stroking hand, his big mitt clutching the back of my head a little
tighter.

"Aw fuck, Benji," he growled. Then came the sound of squeaking rubber, his
big body shifting, and without me missing a beat, he planted his big feet
on the riverbed and pushed himself upright. His inner tube floated away
towards the bank as he loomed over me, so big and sweaty and beefily
muscled. I dropped to my knees and looked up at him, loving his big grin as
he turned his ballcap backwards on my head, then cupped my skull in his
paws.

"Can't fuckin' believe you're doin' this to me, little buddy," he said,
staring intently down at me as I sucked away on his joint. "But what the
hell..."

His board shorts slipped halfway down his thick thighs as he started to
work with me, fucking my face, slowly at first, not trying to choke me
out. Really considerate, actually, letting me show him what I could take,
what he could give me. I knew we didn't have a whole lot of time to get
this done, but the fact he was standing up and working with me like this
was a real good sign. Motivated me to treat him even better.

We locked our gazes on each other as I worked him over the best way I knew
how, easing my hands up his big, studly linebacker's bod to feel him up. He
seemed to like that, tensing his abs up for me to roam my hands
over. Didn't even shy away when I stroked over his thick, muscular
ass. Just gave me a hard flex of the glutes, chuckling at the way I
murmured around his cockstalk.

"You're sucking my cock, little bro," he grunted, staring intently down at
me. "My own kid bro, blowing me... fuck."

"Mmm-hmmph," I hummed around his cock, giving him a wink, reaching under
him to take hold of his big, cum-filled jock balls. I gave them a light
tug, because I knew I sure liked that, and I figured brothers are probably
similarly wired, right? In that case, there was a hell of a lot he probably
didn't even know he'd enjoy, but all that shit was for later. For now, I
savored the feel of his big balls in my gently stroking hand, the mineral
taste of his precum flowing over my tongue, the hot, fleshy throb of his
fat cock fucking my mouth.

I let my fingertip stroke through the hair and sweat on his taint, and he
quivered a little and said, "Oh yeah." So I stroked it some more, and he
planted his big thighs a little wider, and so I figured what the hell, and
started to tease around his hole, buried deep between the fleshy thickness
of the bottom of his cheeks. He growled, chuckled, and didn't stop me.

"You dirty little fucker," he laughed, and that turned into a low moan as
my fingertip found the sweaty clutch of his hole and teased it some
more. He still didn't stop me, not even when I worked most of my finger up
into him, just fucked my face more determinedly. His big, brawny body was
glowing with sweat now, and he looked fuckin' incredible.

When it came... or I guess, when he came... it came on quick. My fingertip
found the bulge of his prostate, stroked it, right as I brought my lips and
tongue up to focus on his cockhead. His hands clutched my head tightly, he
let out this choked little gasp, his mouth hanging open, staring hard down
at me - the O-face I remembered from spying on him back when he still lived
at home, jacking that big fucking teen dick of his. I hummed
enthusiastically around him, and that pushed him over.

"Ah... Benji... fuck!" he grunted, straining not to shout, and here he
came. His cockhead throbbed, pulsed, and started to shoot. Ropes of thick,
salty cum, spurting over the roof of my mouth, covering my tongue, slipping
down my hungrily swallowing throat like pudding. I'd never look at Jello
the same way again, not after this, and I knew if I grabbed my own
throbbing cock right now, I'd wind up shooting inside my own shorts, into
the cool water of the river.

Foster was still shivering, twitching, choking out little grunts and moans,
as he came through the tail end of his cum. Then we both heard the slam of
a car door from up the hill, then another, and we knew we were out of
time. My big bro yanked his shorts up, tucking his spent, drooling cock
away inside them, still making an obscene mound. He stared at me for a
second, something on his mind, and his lips. Something of him on my lips,
for sure, and the grin he gave me when I licked them clean made my whole
groin tingle.

"Later," was all he said, and just then, his buddy Micah and his girl came
down to the riverbank, looking freshly fucked and real happy with
themselves. I took a swig of beer, swished it around my mouth, and
swallowed the mix of Foster's cum and Bud down noisily. Foster stared at me
again, an "I can't believe this shit" grin on his face.

"Sorry, dudes," Micah said, not sounding sorry at all. "Guess our,
uh... walk took a little longer than we thought." He grinned, his girl
giggled, and me and Foster just smiled back at them. Gradually, the rest of
his buds and their chicks returned, drifting back two by two like they'd
drifted away earlier. A glow of satisfaction fell over all of us, and we
went back to lazily tubing, drinking, passing the last joint around.

Foster's "Later" was a promise, though. We lagged behind the others as they
packed and pulled away, heading down to Big Tone's to get the grill fired
up. Then it was just me and Foster, in the dirt parking lot by the
river. Just us, the wind, the birds, the water. Him looking at me. Me
looking at him. That vibe in the air again.

Then... me perched on the edge of his Ram's tailgate, arms and legs wrapped
around his big, naked, thick-muscled form, as he pushed that big fuckin'
cock of his up inside of me, his own big arms clutching me to his beefy
chest as he opened me up with it.

"Can't fuckin' believe we're doing this, kid," he grunted again, eyes on
mine, that wicked grin on his face as he fucked his way up inside of
me. Then he got a real focused look on his handsome face, a kind of
intensity in his eyes as they locked hard on mine... and then the hot,
moist crush of his lips and tongue against mine. He kissed me hard, deep,
and really, really well, and you better believe I kissed him back just as
hard and just as good. We swapped tongues and beer-tasting spit, and then I
felt my own orgasm wash over me in warm, prickling waves.

"Fuck, makin' my little bro cum," he growled, and then he kissed me real
hard and deep, and gave me his second load of the afternoon.

We washed the cum off us both down in the river again, and even though he'd
practically made me cum by kissing me so expertly up at the truck, I was
surprised when he pulled me into his big, inked arms and laid a long, deep,
positively tender kiss on me. Right there in the middle of the river. Just
like I'd wanted him to do after he shot his load down my throat earlier.

"Thanks, little dude," he said almost huskily when we finally pulled
apart. "For... all of that."

"Dude, bro... no worries," I grinned. "It was my pleasure."

"Mine too," he chuckled, cuffing the back of my head, then pulling his
ballcap off his and putting it back on mine. Such a simple gesture, but it
kind of gave me a little tingle right in the pit of my stomach, y'know?

"C'mon, they're gonna be wondering where we are," he said, slinging his
beefy, powerful arm around my shoulders as we headed up to the truck.

"Just tell `em our walk went a little long," I chuckled, and he laughed
with me.

"No worries," he grinned, giving the back of my neck a friendly but kind of
intimate squeeze. "Who knows... maybe we'll go take a walk down at Big
Tone's house, huh kid?"

He winked at me, and fuck if I wasn't hard all over again. Hard, and eager
to get the rest of the evening going, so me and my big bro could get a
little more alone time together.