Date: Mon, 14 Dec 2015 01:11:02 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101@yahoo.com
Subject: Reconnecting

I've been writing dirty stories on my Tumblr – a4f101.tumblr.com –
for a while now, and I'm sharing them here with you too. There's more on my
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it out.  You can see this story, and the pic that inspired it, here:
http://a4f101.tumblr.com/post/111319091314/

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*****

"God... fuckin'... damn!" he moaned into the pillow. "I thought this shit
was supposed to get easier!"

I chuckled, smacked his big, firm ass, and kept on fucking him. A slow,
steady, determined thrust of my big, seven-inch cock up his muscular tail.

"Shouldn't have left it so long between sessions, huh little bro?" I
said. "You used to beg for this dick up that tight jock ass of yours."

"Fuck, dude, you must have grown or something," he growled, reaching back
to feel my thickness as it slid bare in and out of him. Nothing but spit
and lube between my cock and his warm, tight insides. He might have been
complaining, but he was the one who'd asked for this. I sure wasn't - he
was tight as hell, all hot and slick up there, feeling amazing around my
dick, just like I remembered.

Probably a good decade since we'd had bro-time like this, but the
connection between us had never really died down. We'd both sworn we'd give
this up after we got married, had kids of our own, but we hadn't been able
to hold completely true to that. Living hundreds of miles apart helped, I
guess, but we still occasionally flirted up a storm with each other in
late-night phone calls, reliving our glory days, the hot memories of being
two big horny teenagers, then twenty-somethings, carrying on a superhot,
taboo affair with each other.

Right now, our boys were out playing in the snow outside, and as we'd
sipped coffee at the cabin window, watching them, we got to talking about
our younger days, which led to reminiscing about our special brotherly
times, which then led to two big, hard cocks in our jeans. The kissing was
hungry, noisy, hot and wet and super-intense, and I was very glad to see -
and feel - that Jimmy had lost none of his talent in that area.

We didn't probably have a lot of time, just enough to furiously kiss and
grope our way to the main bedroom, undoing our shirts to feel up each
other's bigger, thirty-something bulk, our big muscles a little softer with
impending middle age, but still thick and hard under the warmth of our
beefy padding, our fur. He felt fucking awesome, sexier than ever, still
the hungry musclepup bottom stud I remembered so well, as we shucked our
jeans and underwear and fell to the bed for a few more minutes of intense,
brotherly spit-swapping.

I grinned real big when I found the bottle of Astroglide in the bedside
drawer, because we didn't have enough time for me to prep him the way we
both liked best, with a long, slow, dripping rimjob. Sure, I took a few
precious minutes to lap at that big, thick ex-footballer ass, but with our
boys' young teen voices booming outside, so close, we had to get on with
it. And now, here we were, back to our fine old form, me fucking the hell
out of my kid brother's sexy beefy ass. Well, except my cock was clearly
more of a struggle for him than it used to be, but I had confidence he'd
push through it. He'd managed it the first time at 16 - surely twenty years
later, he was man enough for the task.

I slid my hands up under his red plaid shirt, squeezing the thick, creamy,
beefy muscles of his back, his sides, gripping on tighter as I picked up
the pace, determined to fuck him through the wall of resistance he'd
hit. He moaned, actually bit the pillow, and writhed on the bed, then back
against me, in some mix of pleasure and pain. I almost felt sorry for him,
but then again, he'd asked for this, so...

"You want me to stop, little bro?" I panted, feeling my big balls starting
to pull up, getting ready to fire off. No fuckin' way was I gonna stop, but
it seemed like the brotherly thing to ask anyway. He growled, reached back
again and grabbed hold of my big, furry, flexing glute, pulling me in
harder.

"Don't you fuckin' dare!" he spat. "I'm gonna come any second, you
big-dicked son of a bitch. C'mon, fuck me like you used to, big bro!"

Well, who was I to deny the big hunk? With a grin, and a growl that tapered
into an intense, low moan, I thrust up hard inside his hungrily clenching,
fur-lined hole and bred my little brother, deep and thick and hard, just
like he always loved best.