Date: Sun, 20 Sep 2015 15:24:11 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101@yahoo.com
Subject: Pool Of Love Chapter 1

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(Author's note – this two-part story is based on a sci-fi premise one of
my Tumblr readers suggested to me. Don't worry, there's so much fucking in
this, still...)

Part One: Pool of Love

Thailand was blowing my mind. It was the furthest I'd ever been from home,
possibly the furthest place from Indiana I could imagine, literally and
figuratively. Garrett knew it pretty well from his Army days, and he was
psyched to take Mandy there, but then the little bitch broke up with him in
a big way a week before they were scheduled to leave. Five years together,
and he'd been planning to propose to her on some tropical beach, until she
announced she was in love with another guy, had been since his final
deployment, and was leaving him. Even took the dog.

I could relate. Me and my girl Amber had been together since high school,
the rocking, fun little babe with the amazing ass who'd taken my cherry and
my heart at 16. We'd kept it going through my first year at JMU, but it
wasn't the same, and I had my suspicions about her. Which had turned out to
be true, as I found out when I got home for the summer after my freshman
year, and found her cozied up to some football meathead from her school up
in Indy.

So my big bro was wrecked by his breakup, and left holding two
nonrefundable plane tickets to the other side of the planet, along with the
hotels and everything else. He'd swung by the house, we'd wound up trading
tales of unfaithful bitches who'd done us wrong, and somehow he'd hit on
the idea of the two of us taking the fucking trip. It was all paid for, we
just had to do a change fee to transfer Mandy's ticket to me, and just like
that, I was heading on my first ever international visit. Well, except for
Canada, but that doesn't count, everybody knows that. Anyway, Garrett
started calling it the Bailey Brothers "Fuck Them Hoes" World Tour, which
was fuckin' hilarious, and away we went.

Bangkok was fucking crazy, a total whirlwind of noise and pollution and
people. Amazing food, though, lots of bars and plenty of cheap alcohol, and
even better, I was totally legal to drink here. Garrett and me got good and
fucked up three nights straight, and on the third night, he took me to a
particular bar, where these skanky-looking Asian strippers did these crazy
and kinda gross tricks with their pussies and various objects. Dude, once
you've seen the Pussy Bird Trick, you will never be able to unsee it. Trust
me on that, bro. After the show, he got this wicked grin, approached these
real pretty little girls - women, I mean, I'm sure they were legal - who
were hanging around the bar, obviously hookers, and within 15 minutes, we
were upstairs with them, in adjoining rooms, sinking our cocks into their
tight little pussies. It was the chillest, awesomest thing a big bro could
do for his little brother, and the bond between us felt tighter than ever
after that.

We caught a plane south to Ko Samui the next day. I was hungover as fuck,
but Garrett looked totally squared away, which I guess is the good part
about being like eight years older, since he'd had a lot more nights like
last night than I did. Anyway, we checked into the fucking sweet hotel
there, big oceanfront room, and all I wanted to do was lay out on the beach
and sleep it off, but my brother had other ideas. Said there was no better
cure for a hangover like mine than to sweat it out, tossed me my backpack
and a big bottle of water, and told me to get my ass in gear. We were going
for a hike. Look, I loved my big brother, especially after last night's
crazy adventure, but I also hated his fucking guts right then. But I didn't
want to be a little bitch, and definitely didn't want to kill the chill
vibe between us, so I sacked up and joined him.

We had a guide, this cool, funny little local dude who escorted us through
the tropical jungle. The fresh air, the smell of the tropical plants, and
yes, the exercise definitely helped me feel better. We were sweating
buckets, our T-shirts soaked - fuck, I had sweat running down my thighs
from my sweat-soaked underwear, and I had my best Under Armour Heat Gear
on. So when we got to this fork in the path, this amazing-looking little
natural pool off to the left, we were stoked. I was already dropping my
pack, ready to strip down and go dive in, even Garrett was practically
licking his lips at the thought, but our guide just shook his head, wagging
his finger.

"You must not swim! Pool of Love! Very powerful!"

Pool of Love? That sounded fruity as fuck, and my bro and I traded
skeptical looks. But god damn, it looked amazing, fruity-ass name or
not. The guide saw our doubtful looks, sighed like he already knew the two
big, sweaty American dudes wouldn't believe him, and told us anyway. The
basic gist of it is, the locals believed this Pool of Love had some kind of
magical spell or some shit on it. Whoever swam in it would fall in love
with the first creature they saw, like everlasting, total love.

Clearly, our guide saw that we didn't believe one word of this little
ethnic fairy tale, and just shook his head. Told us he couldn't be
responsible for what might happen, and didn't want to be anywhere near us
in case it did. Said he had a wife he loved very much, and no interest in
being pursued by two love-crazed young American men. We just laughed,
clapped him on the back, and ignored every single warning he gave us. We at
least waited until he'd headed back down the trail, then grinned at each
other and started flinging our clothes off.

Fuck, that water sure felt magical, to our tired, sweaty bodies at
least. Somehow cool, refreshing, but kinda warm, too. Lined with fragrant
tropical plants, birds singing in the trees, peaceful as hell. We swam in
our underwear, letting the sweet clean water wash over us, feeling totally
alive and renewed and awesome. There was nowhere we needed to be, so we
kinda floated, chilled, talked about life and stuff. And not a word about
the girls who'd dumped us back home. We forgot all about time and home and
everything that had sucked about our lives, and let the deep, peaceful vibe
just wash over us. It got quiet. I looked over at my big brother, and was
surprised to see him looking back at me. Kinda wide-eyed, like he was
seeing me for the first time. I felt my mouth go dry, and my heart started
beating faster as our eyes locked. Deep, identical hazel eyes, his all big
and shiny, almost made you want to swim in them. Wait, what? The fuck was
I...

We drew closer to each other, both at the same time, and I dunno who
reached for who first, but we both kinda moaned out "Bro..." at the same
time, and just like that, me and my big brother were kissing. Really
kissing, like we used to kiss our girlfriends. Better, actually, because
Amber never kissed me as good as this, and from the way he was moaning and
pulling me deeper into him, I'd guess Mandy never rocked Garrett's world
quite like I apparently was. I welcomed his thick, wet tongue into my
mouth, sucked on it, tasted his spit as I lashed my own against his. Our
hands cupped the back of each other's heads as we took it deeper, lips
smacking loud, spit flowing thick and warm back and forth, melding into one
warm fluid in our moaning mouths, sharing it all, lost in this endless
fucking brother kiss. I felt Garrett's big rough hand rub down the firm,
athletic muscles of my chest, down over my abs, discovering the epic
cockbulge in my UAs. Harder than I'd ever been, and I humped his hand as I
searched under that sweet water for his, his huge, throbbing big brother
soldier cock, standing enormously at attention inside his boxer briefs. We
palmed each other's bulges, kissed harder, totally fell into each other.

Let me put this on record - we were both, up to this point, 100% straight
all-American young men. I'd never had the slightest interest in dudes,
never jacked off with my buds as a kid, never had any super-weird gay sex
dreams. I loved girls, loved their softness, their sweet-smelling hair,
their big round tits, their soft curves, the feel of a tight, wet pussy
sliding on my big teen dick. Garrett had been fucking chicks since he was
15, they were naturally drawn to his quirky good looks, his tight-muscled
wrestler's bod, and later his strong soldier's build, the way he filled out
his uniform. See, I'd never thought about any of that shit, not until now,
and now it was all I could think of.

My big brother rocked my fucking world in that pool, both of us eagerly
stripping out of our underwear and embracing naked, kissing deep the whole
time, rubbing our ragingly hard cocks together as we moaned and humped and
kissed and fell head over heels for each other. Neither of us had sucked
cock before, as far as I know anyway, but we serviced each other's brother
dicks like we were gay porn stars, loving the taste, the feel, the throb of
our cocks as we shot huge, epic loads down each other's throats. Then more
kissing, sharing our cum with each other eagerly as our cocks shot right
back to the same epic thickness, and before I knew it, I was grinning,
moaning my big bro's name, lifting my ass up out of the water and turning
it to him, begging him to slide inside me. And he did, somehow fitting what
felt like nine thick inches of cock up my tight, cherry teenage ass with
almost no effort whatsoever - no effort and no pain, just fullness,
completeness, and a slow burn of pleasure rippling through me like the
little waves around us as he fucked me.

Garrett's cum was still leaking down my thighs as we kissed and he wrapped
those muscular legs of his around my waist, moaning around my tongue as I
took my turn to slide up into him, slick and easy like we were born to
this. His big cock spurted pre all over my abs and pecs as we hungrily
kissed, and I fucked my first ass, my first man, fucked my handsome big
brother, the man I had apparently now fallen completely in love with. I
fucked his cum out of him in huge, hot jets, the biggest load of my young
life overflowing around my cock as I thrust it up inside his tight, hairy
hole, and we never stopped kissing as we sank back down into those waters
to cool off again.

Eventually we realized it was getting kinda late, so we climbed out of the
pool. The water streaming off Garrett's firm, muscular soldier bod was
mesmerizing, almost as much as the look and the big white grin he shot me
as I stared at my brother. Our underwear was still damp, so we used our
shirts to wipe our thighs and asses and cocks - which were already starting
to get hard again, if they'd even gone down, I was too wrapped up in my big
brother's sensational lips and tongue dancing lazily with mine to notice
much else - slipped into our shorts freeball, and headed back down the path
to the resort. When his fingers found mine, taking my hand warmly in his, I
felt just full of this huge, tingling sensation, even harder than I'd
fallen for Amber. We walked all the way back to the resort like that, and
when we saw our guide outside, bullshitting with one of the doormen, he
just laughed and laughed and laughed.

"You see? I told you so! Pool of Love!"