Date: Tue, 16 Apr 2002 16:51:52 -0700 (PDT) From: rimpigfl Subject: MOST LIKELY TO SUCCEED 3 This is a fictional story. Perhaps somewhere, sometime it actually happened. But I have no idea that it did. The story is about two young males who love each other. If that offends you, then I feel really, really sorry for you. And I guess that fact that the two males are related will just drive you 'round the bend'. What a shame! For the rest of you, sit back and enjoy. For those who know my writings, you know what to expect from me on this subject. For those of you who've never read me before (write me and I'll give you a listing of all my stories) you have no idea what to expect. That's the most fun of all! MOST LIKELY TO SUCCEED Part 3 by RimPig (c) 2002 Brian still had to return almost daily to the hospital for tests and physical therapy. I was starting to worry about him. He'd been home almost a month now but was still getting terrible headaches. He didn't like to admit that he was getting them, or how bad they were because he was he didn't want us to worry about him. But I could tell when he got them. You could see the pain in his eyes. When he got a headache, he had medication which partially worked on the pain. But he would have to lie in a darkened room, usually with hot and cold compresses on his head. I would always try to be there with him, changing the compresses and massaging his head. He said that my hands helped more with the pain than the pills did. And when the headache finally lifted, he always made love to me. It was almost a desperate kind of love making, like he was doing it while he still could. But I didn't mind. I knew he loved me and I was beginning to find out how much. And he was right. I was worried. And so were Mom and Dad. One day while he was at the hospital, I was moping in my room. I was worrying about him and missing him. I hated the time he had to spend at the hospital because it was time we were not together. We'd wasted so much time already, finding out how we felt about each other. I didn't want to waste any more time without him. And I was afraid that these headaches were the precursor of more serious medical complications. Dad found me there, puttering around, not really doing anything, just waiting for Brian to come home and hoping he would feel good enough to spend some time together exploring our expanding repertoire of sexual delights. I was sitting, just looking out the window next to my desk and didn't hear Dad come in. "You worried about him, too?" Dad asked. I turned, and I guess the look on my face was enough of an answer for him. "Yeah. These headaches are starting to scare me." I admitted. "The doctors keep saying this is normal, that they'll stop eventually." Dad repeated what we'd all been told. "Yeah, I know. But they seem to be getting worse, not better." I said. We sat in silence for a few moments. Suddenly my Dad looked at me. "You love him a lot, don't you?" Dad said. I don't know. It was just the way he said it. I wasn't really a question at all, more a statement of fact. And it seemed to hint that he knew my feelings ran deeper than what would be considered normal in our circumstances. I looked at him in shock. Then I looked away. When I answered, I could barely get my voice out. "Yes. Sometimes more than my own life." I answered slowly. "I've read similar words before." Dad said. "And in a place I didn't expect to find them. In the bible of all places. It was the story of David and Jonathan. Do you know it?" "No. Sorry, Dad, you know we don't go to church and I haven't read much of the bible." I said. "I know, son. I'm not blaming you. That was my decision. You never knew my father. He was your grandfather who died before you were born. Actually, he died while I was still in college. He was a preacher. Growing up, I had to attend church all the time and practically memorize the whole bible. He always wanted me to be able to show off how much I knew of it. After he died, I never opened a bible again. And I never went to church. I didn't want to shove religion down your throat the way it had been shoved down mine. And my father's religion wasn't a very loving kind. It was all full of guilt and shame, hell-fire and damnation. Nothing that was enjoyable was allowed. Do you know I was as older than Brian before I ever went to a dance? In my father's church, people weren't allowed to dance. It was a sin." he sighed. "You've got to be kidding! Dancing? A sin?" I exclaimed. "That's right. And everything else that was enjoyable for a boy to do - including jacking off." he said, giving me a wink. I must have turned at least three shades of red. I couldn't believe my Dad talking about jacking off. "Now don't get embarrassed on me. All guys do it. I know I should have had that little talk with you a while ago. But since all I ever really knew about sex was that it was a sin, I didn't think I had much to tell you. And now I think it's way too late." he laughed. I didn't think it was funny, though. I somehow got the feeling that he knew that Brian and I were having sex with each other. "I actually hated my father." Dad said quietly. He was just full of shocks today. I looked at him. I could see pain written all over his face. "You see, I had a brother, too." he said, and I could see tears glistening in his eyes. "I never knew that! You mean I have an uncle somewhere?" I said, startled at this revelation. "No, not exactly." he said, somewhat turning away so I couldn't see him. "What do you mean, 'not exactly'?" I asked, completely confused by this. "My brother David was two years older than me - just like Brian is to you. He was always close to me. I loved him more than I ever loved my father. My father was a mean, nasty, hateful man who preached salvation in church and beat us when no one was around. He used to beat our mother, too. She finally ran off when I was about 10. She'd never been able to protect us from our father, anyway. The only one who tried, and usually ended up getting beat worse for it, was David." my Dad hung his head, and I could see tears falling from his eyes. "David was everything to me. I loved him so much. I used to sleep in his bed most nights when I was little, just like you used to with Brian." he said. "You knew about that?" I asked, shocked because he had never said anything before. "Yes, I knew. I'd come in to check on the two of you and there you'd be, wrapped up in each other's arms. I never disturbed you because it brought back such wonderful memories of David for me." he said, his voice betraying his emotions somewhat. "As I grew older, my love for David grew even stronger. I didn't understand it at the time. I just knew that I wanted to be around him all the time, I wanted to touch him and have him touch me. I loved the smell of him. I would lie in his bed, sometimes, just to surround myself with his scent." he said, his eyes staring off into space, as if he wasn't really in the room with me, but back laying in his brother David's bed. My mind was reeling with this information. Was my Dad telling me that he had the same feelings for his brother that I did for mine? He loved his scent, just as I do Brian's. This was all too strange to me. "Well, of course you loved him, Dad. He was your brother, he protected you." I said. My Dad smiled at me, a smile that seemed to say, 'Nice try.'. "No, that wasn't it. Oh, I guess that was part of it. But I didn't love David just because he was my brother. I loved David, well, the prophet Samuel put it very well in Chapter 18 of his first book of prophesy where he says, 'And Jonathan loved David more than his own soul.' When I found that passage, I began to understand what I was feeling for David." Dad said softly. "You really loved him, didn't you?" I asked, awed by his admission. I echoed his question to me. "Yes, son, I really loved him. But I was afraid to tell him. Afraid of what he would think of me. Afraid that he couldn't return the love the way I felt it. And I waited too long to tell him." Dad said, hanging his head and the tears began streaming down his face. I got up and moved over to the bed. I put my arms around him. I didn't say anything because I didn't know what to say. Finally, he quietly continued. "I knew the way I felt about him was wrong. At least, so my father had taught me. But I didn't feel it was wrong. How could you love someone that much and it be wrong?" Dad looked up. His face was wet from his tears. "It isn't wrong. It's just different. People are afraid of anything that's different." I told him what was in my heart. "I know that now. If I'd only known it then. When David was 16, he and my father got into a terrible fight. But by this time, David was almost grown. He had a man's body and a man's strength and my father was getting old. David beat him to a pulp. Just like he'd done to David so many times. I remember standing there watching, wishing I could help David. Wishing I could beat this horrible man as well. "David saw me and he left my father laying on the floor. He took me up to our room. He started to pack, telling me he was leaving. That he couldn't take living with my father another minute. I finally got up the courage to tell David how I felt about him. And it was then, he finally took me in his arms and kissed me. He told me he felt the same way, and always had." Dad began to softly sob. I sat and held him until he could get himself under control. "He took me to bed with him and we made love to each other all night long. It was the most beautiful night of my life. In the morning, my father called the sheriff and had David arrested. He lied to the sheriff about David. Told the sheriff that David had attacked him for no reason. I tried to tell the sheriff the truth, but he wouldn't listen. He belonged to my father's church, so he sided with my father. He took David to jail in handcuffs. I just stood there, watching. There was nothing I could do." he began sobbing again. I just sat with him, waiting for him to continue the story. "A few days later, some men in the jail tried to rape David. I only found this out years later. David fought back but one of them had a knife hidden on him. He stabbed David and my beautiful brother, only 16 years old, died on the floor of a dirty jail cell because of my father." he all but screamed this last part. I could see the rage and hurt in his eyes as he looked at me. My heart was breaking and I was crying with him now. Now I understood so clearly why he treated Brian and I the way he has. Now I understood why our being together didn't bother him. But suddenly I felt guilty. Watching us must have been tearing him apart! "I left home that day, I took my father's bible, the one he used on Sunday to preach from and I pissed and shit all over it and left it in the middle of the living room floor of the house before I left. I never went back. I made my own way in life. It was tough, but I finally made it to college on a scholarship. It was while I was in college that I met your mother. She was kind and loving, so different from the way my mother or father were. I fell in love with her. The rest you know. I never told her about David. She knows my father is dead and that I still hate him, but she doesn't know why. She's never asked. I don't really think she wants to know." Dad said, finally taking me in his arms and holding me. "I know I haven't been a great father to either one of you. I've tried, but I had nothing to model being a father on. I'm so glad you had each other and still do." Dad said, kissing the top of my head. "Dad, you've been a great father! You've loved us. You've provided for us. And best of all, you've allowed Brian and I to love each other. You've done more than we could ever have expected! We both love you very much!" I said, hugging him back and reaching up to kiss him gently on the cheek. "But doesn't it bother you, seeing us together? Doesn't it bring back all those memories. It must be tearing you up inside!" I said, unable to hold back my feelings. "No! You're so wrong, Chris. It brings back memories, yes! Wonderful memories. Especially of that one night we spent together. I will cherish that memory forever. And, when I die, I hope that David and I will finally be together again. What you and Brian have doesn't hurt me. On the contrary, you give me hope that love does continue. It's almost like David and I are living again through the two of you. Don't feel that you are hurting me. You don't know how healing watching you two fall in love has been for me!" he said, hugging me close to him. "Oh, Dad. I love you so much! You have no idea how much you've done for me telling me all of this. I feel that we are so much closer now. And I know you truly do understand how I feel. I never expected to be able to say that." I told him. "And I never expected to be able to tell you about all of this. I was afraid, at first, of what you might think of me." he admitted. "I think you're the most wonderful Dad in the whole world!" I said, kissing him on the cheek. Suddenly though, something was bothering me. "Have you told Brian any of this, Dad?" I asked hesitantly. "No. I haven't. I just couldn't bring myself to. I was afraid of what he would think as well. I was afraid, at first, of misreading what was going on between the two of you. I knew there was a long time when you both loved each other but were so busy hiding it from each other. I thought about saying something then. I thought it might bring things out in the open between you two. But then I thought that it would be wrong to do that. I felt you both needed to work this out on your own, in your own time." he said. "I guess you're right. But it sure would have made things a lot easier." I said. "Maybe it would and maybe it wouldn't have. But it worked out all right, anyway, didn't it?" he asked. "Yes. It did. But it took Brian nearly dying for it to happen." I said ruefully. "How did it happen, anyway? I know it was sometime while Brian was in the hospital, but I'm still confused over what exactly happened." he asked. "When the doctors said that Brian might die, you can imagine how I felt. I was going to lose him and he would never, ever know how I loved him. It drove me crazy. Then, when he continued to live and the doctors told us that David could hear sounds, could hear what we said to him, I started telling him that I loved him. And I told him exactly how much I loved him. I wasn't sure if it got through, but I kept telling him. That's what I did all those nights alone with him." I said. "And it must have worked." my Dad replied. "Much better than I ever would have dreamed! That night when Brian woke up out of the coma? He wouldn't let me call a nurse, he wouldn't even let me call you and Mom until he kissed me for the first time. Right on the lips! I was overwhelmed. I couldn't believe that he really felt the same way. We didn't really talk about it. Not until the day he finally came home. Didn't you notice how easily he agreed with Mom about going to bed as soon as he came home?" I asked. "Yes, I did think that was a little odd. I just figured he was trying, like always, to keep the peace." he laughed. "Well, it was partly that. But it was his way of getting me alone so that we could finally talk. We didn't do a lot of talking, however. Except with our bodies. It was just like you told me with you and David that night. That was when Brian and I made love for the first time." I said, shocked that I was telling this to my Dad! "God! I just told my Dad about losing my virginity to my brother! I can't believe this!" I laughed. "And your Dad feels very honored and grateful that you would trust him enough to share this with him. I thank you very much for being so honest with me. You didn't have to share that with me, but I'm glad you did. I promise I won't ask for any details." he grinned at me and I started getting red again. "So how did you know? How did you know that it had happened?" I asked. "Well, first of all, there's a way that two people who are in love look at each other. It is unmistakable. And that's the way you two have looked at each other ever since Brian came home. I might also tell you, that the sounds of sex are also unmistakable - as is the smell. Your room wreaks of it. And I've heard some very suspicious groans in the middle of the night." he smiled at me, his eyes twinkling with delight. "Oh, God! We're going to have to be more quiet!" I said, hanging my head so Dad wouldn't see how red my face was. "Luckily, your mother sleeps like the dead. But, yes, I would caution you both to use a little more discretion. I'm not sure exactly how she would deal with this." Dad said. "We'll try. I promise." I said, looking at him sheepishly. "But, Dad, are you going to tell Brian about you and your brother?" "No. I figured that I could rely on you to do that for me. I don't think I could face going through it again, if you don't mind." he said seriously. "I understand. I'll tell him." I promised. "And Dad, thank you. Again." I said, hugging him. When Brian came home from the hospital that day, I told him I needed to see him alone in our room. He quickly came into the bedroom, locking the door as he entered. He started to take off his clothes, expecting that I wanted to make love immediately. I kissed him, told him I loved him, but asked him to sit down first - that we needed to talk. "Talk? What about? Is something wrong?" he asked, worry slipping into his voice. "Nothing's wrong, but there's something I think you should know. Dad knows all about our relationship." I said. "What! How did he find out? Did you tell him?" he all but screamed. "No! I didn't need to. He told me." I said, trying to calm him down. "He told you! What do you mean, he told you!" he exclaimed, not any calmer. "Well, first of all, he said that we look at each other like two people in love. And he's heard us making love at night. He's also able to smell the sex in our room. He says the room wreaks of it!" I told him. "Oh my God! Is he pissed?" Brian asked. "No, quite the contrary. He's very, very happy for us." I said calmly. "You've got to be shitting me, right? He's happy for us?!" Brian asked, not able to believe this. "You have to know why. It's a story that Dad's never told us. He's never told anybody. Not even Mom. You'll understand why." I said. I told Brian the story of our Dad and his brother, David. Before I was done, Brian and I were both crying and holding on to each other like we would never let go. "I had no idea!" Brian said, finally gaining control over his emotions. "Why didn't he tell me?" "I know what Dad said, about him being afraid of what you would think of him. But I think it goes deeper than that. Don't you see, you're David! You're the older brother, the protector. He sees himself somehow as still the younger brother. He's afraid of your rejection just like he was afraid of David's. He felt safer telling me because I'm him." I surmised. "Yeah, that makes sense somehow. Man, he must have gone through some real changes watching the two of us hiding our feelings from each other!" Brian said. "Yes, he told me he almost told us both the story just to get us to be honest with each other. But he was afraid it would have the opposite effect so he decided to let us find our own way to each other. I guess if it hadn't been for the accident, we might never have been honest with each other." I said. "I still have nightmare sometimes about that. Me loving you and not being able to tell you. Or me telling you and you refusing to ever see me again." Brian admitted. "You never told me that! Oh, God, Brian! I'm sorry!" I said. "Don't be. When I have them now, I wake up and there you are in my arms and I calm right down. They don't happen so much anymore. They used to happen all the time before." he admitted. "I've had similar dreams. But they stopped after our first night together." I admitted. "I see we're still keeping secrets from each other." he smiled, letting me know he wasn't angry. "I guess we got too good at it for too many years." I said reaching over to kiss him. His lips met mine and we kissed deeply. He pulled me closer into his arms and began running his hands down my body. I shivered with desire for him. All Brian had to do was touch me, and I was ready for him. "Where's Dad now?" he asked, smiling. "He went out after we talked. Mom's still at work. We've got the house to ourselves." I said, smiling back. Or at least we thought we did. We no more had taken off our clothes, when we heard Dad's car in the driveway. We hurriedly redressed and went to meet him. We found him in the kitchen making coffee. "Brian, glad you're home, son. Did you and Chris have a talk?" he asked. "Yes, Dad, we did." Brian said, walking over and putting his arms around Dad. "And I want you to know how much I really love you. And I want to thank you, too, for being here for Chris and me." And saying this, he kissed Dad on the cheek. Dad blushed and awkwardly returned Brian's hug. I immediately knew that I was right. Dad looked at Brian as David. 'I bet Brian looks a lot like David.' I thought to myself. 'I wonder if Dad was ever attracted to Brian?' but that thought was too difficult for me to deal with. "I love you, too, Brian. Just as I love your brother. I have something here that I want the two of you to have." And saying this, he held out a small black box to us. Brian reached over and took it, opening it for me to see. Inside were two rings. Almost identical thick bands of woven gold, one with a sapphire mounted on it and one with a peridot mounted on it - Brian and my birth stones. "I had them made a few weeks ago. I was waiting for the right time to give them to both of you. I had the birth stones put in so they wouldn't look exactly like 'wedding rings'. I can't throw you a fancy wedding. But I hope you don't mind if I supply the rings, anyway." Dad said quietly. We both hugged him at the same time. He turned red at the affection, but he was smiling at the same time. "They're beautiful, Dad!" I exclaimed. "Yes, Dad, they are very beautiful. Thank you so much. I can't believe you did this for us!" Brian exclaimed. "No! Neither can I! This is so wonderful of you!" I said, kissing him on the cheek. "I just hope that you wear them and love each other for the rest of your very, very long lives." Dad said. "That almost sound's like a toast!" I laughed. "Well, really, it's more like your father's blessing on both of you - and your love for each other." Dad said. "Uh, Dad. Is it really ok to wear these? Does Mom know about them?" Brian asked. "Your Mom knows I had them made as a present for both of you to celebrate your getting well, Brian. She doesn't know the real meaning behind them. So it's ok to wear them." Dad replied. "You've thought of everything!" I exclaimed. "Well, not actually. I wish I could send you both on a honeymoon, but that might be a bit obvious." Dad said seriously. We all three looked at each other and all started laughing at the same time. Later that night, as Brian and I lay together in bed before we made love, we talked about what had happened that day. "I feel so sorry for Dad in so many ways. I wonder if he's ever been to visit his brother's grave?" Brian said. "I don't know. He didn't talk about that. I don't think he really wants to think about it. It still hurts him very much." I replied. "Yes, I suppose so. I felt this flash of pain go through me when you told me the story. I couldn't imagine losing you!" Brian said, pulling me deeper into his arms. "I can imagine almost losing you! Believe me, Dad's story sent the same type of pain through me!" I said, nuzzling his bare chest. "I can't believe how lucky we are. We have each other, and now, we have Dad on our side as well. I keep thinking this whole thing is going to work out after all." Brian said. "I never had any doubts!" I replied. "Never?" Brian asked. "Not since that first time you made love to me. I knew then, no matter what, I would always love you and I would always be there for you." I replied. "I always knew that. I just didn't know if everything else would work out." Brian said. "I didn't care. As long as we had each other, nothing else matters." I said. I leaned down and began to slowly lick across Brian's chest heading for his sensitive nipple. I sucked on it and heard a soft moan escape him. I started to move down his chest, but he stopped me. I looked up at him. "What's wrong? Dad and Mom are asleep. I'll be quiet." I said, thinking he was worried about Dad hearing us after what I had told him. "It's not that. I want you to do something for me, Chris. Will you?" Brian asked. "Anything! You know that! What do you want me to do?" I asked. "I want you to fuck me." Brian said, looking deep into my eyes. I was a little surprised by this request. Up until now, most of our love making had been very mutual. Brian had introduced me to 69 and I loved it. The incredible connection of him sucking my cock and me sucking his cock at the same time - giving and getting pleasure from each other - was a real turn on for me. And, I especially loved when Brian's cock was buried inside my body - especially when I could look up in his eyes as he came deep within me. I loved seeing the pleasure that my body could give him. Believe me, it wasn't a 'male/female' thing. I never felt like I was a woman or that I was Brian's wife. It just seemed right. He's the older and bigger of us. I loved feeling the security of being in his arms. But now, he wanted to 'turn the tables' on me. I was somewhat concerned. I wondered if I could pleasure him that way. He must have seen the look on my face betraying my feelings. "It's ok, Chris. I know you can do it. You're a guy and guys need to fuck. I want to feel you inside of me. I want you to give me the same pleasure I give you. I don't want you to feel like what we have in somehow an unequal partnership. I want you to feel that my body is as much yours as yours is mine. And I want to give you the same pleasure that you always give me. Please?" he said, looking into my eyes. This last was said with a pleading quality in his voice I'd never heard before. He really wanted me to fuck him. He wanted to experience this side of love for himself. Who was I to deny him this? I'd denied him nothing else. And besides, I loved Brian's beautiful ass. It was a perfect butt with a light dusting of hair only in the crack. A 'bubble-butt' that was very muscular and hard and yet soft to the touch. Fuck him? Yes! I could fuck him. I wanted to fuck him. Suddenly I admitted it to myself - 'I need to fuck him!'. "If that's what you want, that's what your going to get!" I said, smiling at him. He grinned and turned over onto his stomach. I looked down at the beauty of him. His broad, muscular back. His thick thighs and between them, that beautiful ass that I so loved to eat. Brian spread his ass, and looked back over his shoulder at me. "Come on, Stud! Take my butt and make it yours!" he said, grinning at me. "Hey! You might not be grinning so much in a few minutes! My cock is almost as big as yours, you know!" I grinned back. "That's what I'm hoping, lover! Make me feel it!" he laughed. I leaned down and, using my hands, spread open his beautiful buns. I could see his deep trench with its slight coverings of soft, blonde hair. The aroma of sweaty male ass hit my nose as I leaned down to bury my face between the cheeks of his butt. The smell was like an aphrodisiac. My cock, which was already hardening, went to full stiffness and started leaking pre-cum like a broken faucet. I inhaled deeply of Brian's scent. He heard the sharp intake of my breath. "You like the smell of my butt, don't you?" he growled, deep in his throat. "Umm, yes!" I answered. "Your butt drives me crazy!" "It's all yours. I want to feel what you feel when I fuck you. I want to take your cum inside me just like you take mine." he moaned as I began licking up and down his butt-trench. The taste of him was sweaty and tangy. Just the right mixture of sweat, musk and the moisture from his inner ass. I feasted on the taste, making the groove of his ass a sloppy mess of my saliva. I finally focused on his wrinkled opening, locking my lips around it and gently sucking while I pushed against it with my tongue. I teased the opening with the tip of my tongue, pressing against it, trying to gain entrance. I noticed that it loosened up quickly for me. I got the idea that perhaps my lover either wasn't the virgin to this activity which he claimed, or he'd been playing around and loosening himself up in anticipation of this night. I continued to suck and lick at his hole until I was sure there was what seemed to be at least a gallon of my spit dumped inside to assist with my penetration. His sphincter slowly relaxed until I could have stuck my entire tongue inside of it. As I licked the inside of his ass, I brought a finger to join my tongue, making the hole open wider to accommodate both. I quickly added a second finger and heard Brian moan. I wasn't sure if it was pain or pleasure or a mixture of both but I proceeded cautiously. Above all, I wanted this to be one of the most pleasurable experiences of his life because I knew I would want to do this again and again. He was right. I was a guy and guys need to fuck! I added more spit to his ass and also put three of my fingers in my mouth to make them wet for entry. I slowly put the three fingers in his hole, gently forcing it to enlarge. I knew that if I could relax his butt enough to take three of my fingers, I could easily then insert my cock. It took a while, but soon Brian's ass was sucking on my three fingers as if his ass wanted them embedded deeply inside him. When I felt this, I knew the time had arrived for the full course. I spit on my hand and lubed up my cock, adding some of my own overflowing pre-cum to make my cock really slick. I then rose up and placed my hands next to each side of Brian's broad back and my knees between his legs. I used my legs to force his even farther open so that his hole was more open to my penetration. I pushed my cock down to his hole and milked some of my pre-cum onto his opening to aid in the penetration as well. Finally, I put my cock at the wrinkly opening to his beautiful butt and gave a steady but slow push with my hips. There was some token resistance at first, but I could feel Brian pushing out with his asslips and, the next thing I knew, half of my cock was buried inside him. I immediately stopped all movement. First, to determine if Brian was all right and not in any great pain. Second, to luxuriate in the intense heat and tightness of his gripping ass. Never had I felt anything like it. No wonder Brian loves fucking me! If my ass feels anything like this to him, I'm surprised he ever took his cock out of my hole! I felt the muscles of his ass relax and go loose around my cock so I tried to slowly and steadily push it in the rest of the way. However, Brian seemed to have other ideas for, as I pushed forward, I could feel him shove back hard - impaling himself fully on my cock. As I bottomed out in his ass, I almost came just from the intense heat of his hole and the intense emotions of knowing where my cock was - buried in the ass of my brother/lover. Brian moaned deeply and seemed to try and shove as much of my cock in his ass as he could get. He lay his head down on his arms and I could feel him push back hard against my groin. His ass was slightly raised, and I leaned over and, with one hand, reached beneath him and felt his own hard cock as it grazed against the bed sheets which I could feel were sticky with a large amount of his pre-cum. I gently stroked his cock for a few seconds, but his moans at this attention along with the tightening of his ass around my cock, made me realize that I would quickly send him into orgasm if I continued. And I was not at all ready for this to end yet. I withdrew my hand and again rested it beside his rib cage. I slowly pulled my cock back a few inches and slammed forward into him. I did this several times, slow withdrawal followed by a quick slam forward. He grunted each time I hit bottom. "Yeah! Fuck my ass! Fuck me hard! That's it, Chris! Make me really feel your cock!" Brian surprised me with this talk. He had never been very verbal during sex before. I could tell he was really getting into this. Taking him at his word, I began to increase both the speed of my withdrawal and the hardness of my forward drives into his hole. With my increase in motion, Brian increased the sound and intensity of his moans. I could tell he couldn't take much more before he would cum uncontrollably. So I did what he least expected. I pulled sharply out of his ass. Brian moaned deeply at the emptiness in his bowels and turned to look at me with clear frustration in his eyes. He couldn't understand why I'd stopped. "Turn over, Brian. I want to see who I'm fucking! I want to watch your face as I bury my cock in you and cum in your ass. I want to see your face when you shoot all over yourself from what my cock is doing to you." I said, a grin on my sweaty face. A wolfish grin spread over his. He seemed to like when I took charge and told him what to do. He quickly got on his back and raised his legs in the air. I hooked them over my shoulders and couldn't help but run my hands up the back of his muscular thighs, stroking the soft skin. His hole was visible and seemed to be winking at me. It was opening and closing with his breathing like it was begging me to fill it again. I put my cock at the entrance to his butt and shoved forward in one, hard lunge burying myself in him again. I moaned and I saw his eyes almost roll back in his head. His cock tensed and shot a quantity of pre-cum onto his abs as my cock bottomed out in his obviously hungry hole. I again began pounding my cock in and out of his ass. Brian reached up and put his hands under his thighs, removing his legs from my shoulders. This opened his ass up wider and allowed me to plough him even deeper. He looked into my eyes. All I could see was the incredible animal lust in his. "Yeah, fuck my ass! Pound my butt! Fuck me really HARD!" he begged. Then he began to moan again. This time with more intensity. I looked down in time to see his cock begin to twitch and then suddenly his first shot of cum flew from his piss-hole and hit the bed above his head. The next few shots hit mostly his face and open mouth while the last four or five covered his chest and stomach with his own cock-slime. The clenching of his ass muscles around my cock as he came were more than I could take. With a moan, I made one last hard shove into his butt and began to shoot my load as deep in his ass as my cock could reach. I couldn't count them, but I know I shot at least ten times into his ass. I felt like my balls were going to shoot out right through my cock to join the cum that I planted inside him. Even when I knew there was no more cum in me, my cock continued to spasm inside his hot, wet hole. Finally, I collapsed on top of him, gluing us together with his cum which was all over the front of his body. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my sweaty forehead. We lay there, panting, trying to get our breath back. It took some time, but we finally began to breath normally. "No wonder you love it when I fuck you!" Brian said. "That was the most incredible orgasm I've ever had!" I didn't know exactly what to say at that point, but a rush of male pride did go through me at his words. I had made Brian cum without even touching himself. And I could feel the evidence of how much he came between our hot, sweaty bodies. Instead of saying anything, I reached up and began to lick what I could of his load off of his face. He responded by licking at the sweat dripping off mine. Finally, our mouths met and we shared his cum and my sweat with our tongues. My cock finally deflated and slowly slipped from his ass. We turned on our sides and Brian held me in his arms, continuing to kiss my face and to lick inside my ears. I licked at his neck and shoulders when I could, tasting his sweat from our sexual romp. We didn't speak. There were no words for what we were feeling. But it didn't take long for our cocks to re-inflate and we were soon shoving them against each other, as horny as if we hadn't just fucked twenty minutes before. As if to make things equal and re-assert his dominant position as my 'big' brother, Brian soon had me on my back, my legs over his broad, muscular shoulders and was slowly and gently fucking me. He leaned down and kissed me passionately while he continued to move slowly and gently in and out of my ass. I loved it when he fucked me this way. I was so loving and so gentle and it could go on for quite a while. One thing that Brian did not lack was stamina. One night, I actually timed it without him knowing. He fucked me steadily for forty-eight minutes. And since this was his second orgasm, Brian was able to make it last for a long time. But finally, the feelings overwhelmed us both and we came, almost simultaneously, while Brian and I kissed passionately, moaning into each other's mouths as we shot our loads. Brian then gently pulled out of me and turned me on my side. He got behind me, spooning his body to mine, reached up and turned out the bedside table lamp and buried his face in my neck as he wrapped me in his strong, muscular arms. We were both exhausted and were asleep in moments. The next morning, I awoke with Brian's hard cock pushing into my ass crack and nosing into my hole. I quietly spit on my hand, reached down and put the saliva on my hole and gently and slowly slid my ass back until I had Brian's cock buried in my ass. Without waking up, he wrapped his arms around me more firmly, drawing me closer while his hips made a few small fucking motions. I lay there and he quieted down and I went back to sleep, his cock still firmly lodged in my butt. We awoke finally about two hours later. Actually, Brian awoke before I did and I guess he decided to take advantage of the fact that his hard cock was already buried in my ass and began slowly fucking me. And that's how I woke up, with Brian's cock moving slowly in and out of my ass. What a wonderful way to wake up! I would think you could never find anything wrong with a day that starts out like that! I ended up on my stomach with Brian pounding into my butt and my own cock spewing my load across the bed sheets. Brian then stretched out on top of me and began licking and biting at my neck and shoulders. I turned my head and he kissed me deeply. "I think we'd better get out of bed before Mom or Dad come pounding on the door." I said. "Well...maybe Mom would. I don't think Dad will." He laughed quietly. "No, I guess Dad wouldn't have to wonder why we weren't getting up. He would know we were already 'up'!" I giggled. "You know what I want to do?" Brian asked. "No, what?" "I want to take a shower with you and I want you to wash my hair. It is so sensual when you do that. I love the way your fingers massage my scalp and the feel of them running through my hair. Would you mind doing that?" he asked. "I would love to. Just so long as you let me wash the other parts of you that I love." I answered with a grin. "And what parts might those be?" he asked. "All of them." I said. And so we did. And, of course, the shower lasted until there was no more hot water and I'm sure our parents were wondering how they were going to pay the water bill that month. The End of Part 3 We'll leave Brian and Chris here for now. I'll bet that this one was not what you expected - or was it? Yes, there is more coming. Be sure and look for MOST LIKELY TO SUCCEED - PART 4. If you liked the story, write to me at rimpigfl@yahoo.com. PLEASE: Remember to tell me the name of the story! I have a lot of stories on NIFTY in a lot of different sections, so it's really hard for me to know which of them you're writing about. Flames will be ignored as will story suggestions. By the time you read this, the whole story will have already been written. If you have story ideas, why don't you take the plunge and try writing yourself. If you need help, I'll be glad to assist. Write me about it. If you did like my story, please consider making a donation to NIFTY to keep this site free and accessible. Thank you. 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