Date: Thu, 23 Nov 2017 10:57:20 -0500
From: a4f tales <a4ftales@gmail.com>
Subject: "Thanksgiving Tales II: Taking the Edge Off"

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*****

"Dude, you gotta cool it," Dom said.

"Huh?"

He cut eyes around at the shoppers milling around as we maneuvered around
them, moving at a brisk pace, me trying to match Dom's long-legged stride.

"You're being kind of obvious about it, Jase," he said, giving me a frown.

"The fuck are you talking about?" I protested, but I could feel the guilty
flush on my face too. I'd been trying my best not to push it, but I just
couldn't help myself, I guess.

Dom didn't say anything, just continued to lead the way to the escalators
up to the second floor of the mall. As soon as we got on, he looked around
to make sure nobody was in earshot, and leaned in closer. His voice was
low, deep, confidential, and despite all the Black Friday noise and thrum
of the crowd and the mall music, I could hear every word clear as a bell.

"I told you before we came that things were gonna be tricky," he
said. "That we had to play it cool. Let me figure it out, and I'd make
something work."

I shivered a little inside at the deep bassy rumble of his voice, the
warmth of his breath on my ear. Even more when he put one strong hand on my
trap and squeezed - either as a warning or to emphasize his point, I didn't
know. My dick didn't care. It was getting real interested, no matter what.

"You gotta fuckin' trust me, bro," he said. "Can't go around making eyes at
me the way you've been doing. People will notice. They'll notice. And if
they do... we're not gonna be able to do anything anymore, got it?"

I nodded, blushing harder, feeling like a dumb kid, and also the world's
biggest asshole. "But I can't help it!" would be a lame, kiddy kind of
response. I could help it - I guess I wasn't trying hard enough, was
letting my dick and the horny part of my brain that didn't know or care
about consequences do too much of the thinking, these past couple days.

But shit... on the other hand, I couldn't help myself. Dominic was hot, hot
as fuck, even hotter somehow than he'd been over the summer, when he'd
taken a week off work and come down to the beach for the family
vacation. When he'd pulled me to him, his breath all sharp and funky with
beer and the taste of the joint we'd shared on the deck, and fed me his
thick tongue. When he'd yanked the velcro fly of my board shorts open and
slid his big hands in back to squeeze the muscles of my ass as we swapped
spit. When he'd gripped the back of my neck with one hand, my bare hip with
the other, and fucked a huge load out of me with his big hard dick. When
he'd scooped my warm cum off the twitching muscles of my stomach and fed it
to me on his long, lube-greasy, ass-musky fingers, then chased it with his
tongue again.

We'd been pretty lucky to get away with a solid week of that kind of
action, because he wasn't serious with his girl yet back then, and we'd had
the run of the beach and the smaller bedroom we were sharing at the quiet
end of the house, and all those warm late nights after everybody else had
gone to bed. It had been awesome, probably the best week of my young life,
Dom teaching me all kinds of hot new shit with his hot muscles, his skilled
tongue, and his big, ever-ready cock.

But he was right. He'd promised to do whatever he could for us to get some
more time to play this Thanksgiving, but things were complicated. It was a
shorter trip, and his girl had come down with him, and we were all in much
closer quarters. If our parents, or Sarah, caught on to the vibe that was
still pretty damn strong between us - if I gave the whole game away with my
horny, tunnel-vision stupidity - then me and my big bro would be in some
serious shit.

Still, I'd been going a little bit nuts for the last 48 hours, Dom's
presence like a livewire running through my belly and down into my balls,
nothing but a few pointed smiles and winks from him, knowing
shoulder-squeezes and lingering pats on the back as he walked by. Sarah
seemed like a great girl, but I wanted her gone, back on the plane to New
York, so I could have my big brother all to myself again. So we could fuck
around with the kind of crazy, sweaty intensity we'd had that week in
July. Yeah, part of me knew that was a pipe dream, but the dick wants what
it wants, right?

The last thing I'd really wanted to do today was come out to the mall with
Dom and Sarah and Mom. I wanted to be back in my bedroom, beating on my
dick and imagining all the hot shit me and my bro could have been doing the
whole time he'd been here. But he'd insisted, in that strong, friendly but
kind of intense way he had - the same way he'd insisted I taste the head of
his uncut cock the last time he'd been home, the same way he'd looked into
my eyes and told me to swallow his hot cum, the same way he'd told me I was
gonna enjoy what came next as he manhandled me over onto my belly over the
side of his bed. He'd been right, every single one of those times and every
time since, so I'd grudgingly agreed to come with them today. Pretty
quickly, he'd convinced Mom and Sarah to go do their own thing for an hour
or so while we went to do guy stuff. And now here we were, Dom making a
fast beeline for the second-floor entry to fucking Dillard's, of all
places, me tagging right along behind him. Half of my brain was wondering
what the fuck he was up to, but the other half was watching his high, tight
ass shift in his jeans as he marched us into the lame department store,
scoping out the width of his big rower's shoulders, the tightness of his
waist. Once I got to staring at all that, I got into my happy place pretty
quickly, and he could have led me right off the roof of the building and I
probably wouldn't have said a damn thing.

Dom threaded quickly through the shoppers milling around the menswear
department and headed for the escalator that led up to the third floor,
where they kept sheets and towels and saucepans and all that shit Mom loved
to look at. I never went up there, but Dom apparently had his reasons, and
I guess I had to trust them.

"Dude, what are we doing here?" I asked as I caught up to him at the top,
following his fine, hard ass as it marched towards the back of the top
floor. There weren't many people up here, mostly just a bunch of mom-types
and grandmas examining sheet sets and coffee makers or what the fuck ever.

"Where's the last place in this mall a guy would want to come?" Dom said
over his shoulder.

"Here, pretty clearly," I said, because it looked to me like we were the
only dudes up here, and probably the only people under 45 period.

"Which means the men's room up here is probably not gonna see a lot of
traffic, right?" he said, the corner of his mouth turning up in a little
half-grin that I was damn glad to see after all the frowning at me he'd
been doing the last little while. And sure as hell, he was heading for the
little hallway that I guess led to the restrooms.

"OK, I guess so," I said, my turn to frown now. "And?"

Dom reached the restroom passageway, turned left at the end of it, and
pushed the door to the men's room open. He stuck his head in, looked
around, then turned back to me with that hot smile of his that always got
my balls all tingly.

"And that means," he said, hooking his long fingers into the belt loop of
my jeans and yanking me into the empty men's room with him, "you and me
might finally get a chance to take the fucking edge off, little bro."

Dom hustled me into the stall, crowding in behind me and locking the door
behind us before I could say anything about it. I was just opening my mouth
to try, when he took hold of the waistband of my jeans and tugged me close,
and whatever it was I was going to say died in the back of my throat as
that lusty part of my brain took over, as I took in the sight of his big,
square pecs under his close-fitting shirt, the neat, short-trimmed dark
beard along his strong jaw, the manly hunger in his eyes as he looked me
over, nodding to himself.

"Don't think having to keep my hands off you was a walk in the fuckin' park
for me either, kid," he said, his voice low and sexy, that hungry edge to
it that I remembered from last summer, and all the hot phone conversations
we'd had since then.

I started to try and say something again, as his big hand reached around to
cup and squeeze one side of my ass, his other hand on my waistband yanking
me even closer, but he just leaned in and pressed his lips to mine, firm
and hungry and already opening, making mine do the same. All I could do was
let out a muffled moan as his thick tongue invaded my mouth, and start
kissing him back.

Dom's hands roved over my ass and hips and waist, all up under my pullover,
feeling up my body wherever he could. I'd been working pretty hard on it
since the summer, since I'd been hoping to show it to him again and get him
to touch it like he had that week at the beach. For a big former fratboy
who'd rarely been without a girlfriend since he was 13, Dom sure did know
how to handle another dude, and he definitely knew how to handle me. He
plucked at my T-shirt and stroked my abs, squeezed my pecs, slipped one
hand down inside the back of my jeans to paw at my ass, making grunty,
manly approving noises the whole time, as he squeezed and I tensed my
muscles up for him and kissed him back as hard and deep and wet as he was
kissing me. I did my best to feel as much of him up as I could, his body
leaner and harder and taller than mine, the strong V of his torso, the hard
curve of his ass, those wide crew-jock shoulders. I really wanted to get my
hand between us and feel up the big, hard bulge of his cock pressing
against mine, but we were two good-sized dudes crammed into a bathroom
stall, and there was only so much room to work with.

We had a good solid few minutes of that, all hungry and hot for each other,
before he broke the kiss and pushed me back, making me sit on the toilet
seat. I reached out for his trim hips, but he caught my hands and
redirected them to his belt buckle.

"We can take the long way another time, kid," he growled, looking down at
me with that hungry, intense smile. "For right now, like I said - we just
gotta take the edge off, yeah?"

I nodded and went for his belt, working quickly on it before I undid his
fly. His cockbulge looked enormous in his jeans, and I palmed it as I
worked to free it, while he tousled my hair with one hand, moving to cup
the back of my head. He was hot, horny and a little impatient, and that
shit was contagious. I yanked his jeans open, letting out a grunt at the
hot sight of his grey briefs tented with that big, hard brother cock that
I'd gotten to know so well, and missed so badly.

Dom took his hand off my head to yank his jeans down, since my hands were
busy feeling up the bigness of his cockbulge. I had that feeling like I did
trying to catch up to him as he marched on ahead through the mall a few
minutes ago, like I was three steps behind him and hurrying to close the
gap between us. I went to tug his briefs down, but he took the lead again,
giving me that intense, sexy half-grin as he looked down at me, reached
into the leg opening of his briefs, and tugged his big, hard bro cock right
out the side of them. Hard and ready and impatient, and there was a
super-hot energy to that - like he was so hot to get down to it, he didn't
even want to waste time pulling his briefs down.

"Fuck," I grunted, my mouth watering a little as I stared at it. He had a
really great cock, strong and straight and hefty in just the right
way. With his tall frame, it didn't look as long as it actually was, but I
knew how deceptive appearances could be in his case. He was definitely big,
definitely hard, and with his hand on the back of my head again, definitely
motivated.

"Not yet, kid," he grinned. "For now, suck."

And I did. I'd thinking about sucking him for four and a half months now,
since the last time I'd gotten to do it, so I was more than ready to show
him. I wrapped my hand round his throbbing thickness, opened wide, looked
up at him - "Fuck, it's so hot when you look up at me like that when you do
that, kid," he'd groaned as I took him to the root in that beach house
bedroom back in July, and I'd definitely kept that in mind. I locked eyes
with him, moaning at the instantly familiar musky, manly taste of his cock,
my tongue lavishing the fat, man-salty tip of it, at the underside of it,
letting my hot spit flow down his length as I worked to swallow him.

"Yeah, fuck, I missed this, kid," he grunted, both hands on my head,
guiding and encouraging me as I made noisy suck-swallowing sounds. My other
hand fell to my crotch, squeezing my own thickness as I devoured his, my
mouth and nose full of the deeply manly, heady scent and taste of his thick
big-bro dick. My hand inched down to the base of his shaft as my lips took
over, reaching under to fondle his big balls - big and shaved and hanging
tight to his shaft, so I guess he was as ready for this as I'd been.

I let my cockbulge alone, wrapped a couple fingers round the base of his
big, handsome dick, and kept rubbing his big full sac, and really set to
work. Ever since I'd seen the look of lusty surprise on his handsome face
when I'd managed to get him pretty much all the way down last summer - with
a lot of choking and eye-watering, sure, but still - I'd been pretty
committed to getting better at it. We'd practiced that a lot that week in
July, but as soon as me and the folks had gotten back home - as a matter of
fact, right there in the car riding back from the beach, on my phone - I'd
gone online and ordered a roughly Dominic-sized dildo, and gotten right to
work with it on both ends.

All that practice was paying off now, as my nose inched closer and closer
to the musky grey cotton that had been holding his cock until a minute
ago. Sure, my eyes were starting to water, and I was still choking a
little, but not nearly as bad as I was. Besides, "Fuck, it's so hot hearing
you choke on my cock like that, kid," he'd growled back at the house in
Ocean Isle, and I remembered that just as clearly as every single other
detail of our hot times together. His musk. His taste. The way he'd start
making precum almost instantly. The strength of his big crew jock's hands
on my head, and the way his long fingers sank into my hair and massaged my
scalp as he really got into it.

"Shit, nobody does this like you do, baby bro," he almost crooned now,
between deep-chested grunts and moans. I did my best to maintain eye
contact as I looked up the terrain of his big torso, feeling a little chill
inside at the intensity of his big dark eyes staring down into mine.

Once I'd gotten as far down him as I could go, my lips just grazing the
very base of his cock, I swallowed a little, that hot, heavy, hard piece of
his flirting with the trigger of my gorge for an instant. But then I
cleared that hump and hummed appreciatively round him, making his eyes
close with pleasure. Now that my cock-holding hand was free, I pushed it up
his rippled stomach, under his shirt, feeling up the fur-dusted hardness of
his big, tight, powerful frame.

"Yeah, you fucking love this, don't you, kiddo," he grunted down at
me. "It's cool. It's hot that you do. You're a hot little fuck, baby bro."

Man, he knew just how to push all my buttons, alright. Every little brother
is really looking for his big brother's praise, his validation, right? Even
like this, crammed into a deserted department store restroom, chowing down
on his thick cock. I was no different. I eased my way back up his length,
then set to work in earnest, making sure I let plenty of spit slobber its
way down his shaft as I drew back to suckle on his thick, precum-leaking
head, then worked my way back down again. Up and down, picking up a little
more pace, grunting happily to myself, letting his big nuts go so I could
squeeze myself in my jeans again, while my other hand worked over his abs
and up to his pecs.

If we'd kept it up at that pace, I could expect to get rewarded with his
thick, heavy load in real short order, and suddenly that was all I
wanted. Well, yeah, that was basically all I'd wanted ever since the last
time, especially the past two days, his big sexy presence in the house
again a kind of torture. But right now, the whole vibe hot and urgent and
pressed for time, sucking his big fuckin' load out of his big fuckin' balls
was my number one objective, and anything else beyond that would just be a
bonus.

I was working towards that goal, putting all of my lips and tongue and
throat into it, when there was a noise outside, the sound of the door to
the men's room pushing open. My heart leapt into my throat, and Dom and I
both froze in place, staring at each other wide-eyed as we listened to the
guy's shoes squeak across the floor to the urinals. I wasn't sure what to
do. We could hear the dude starting to piss, and then Dom got this wicked
grin on his face. He pressed one finger to his lips - *shhhh* - then took
hold of my head in both hands, nodded at me, and started to guide it up and
down his shaft, slowly.

Scared as I was of the mystery pisser outside hearing us, I felt another
hot thrill in my guts, and suddenly it was a new challenge - how to
pleasure Dom's big fuckstick as silently as possible. That meant taking it
a little slower, but that was OK too. Dom's face got a different look on
it, very intent and focused, but smiling too, staring down at me doing the
work on him, biting his full bottom lip a little as he watched me.

I could actually hear the sound of the guy shaking his dick as he finished
pissing, then the rustle of him tucking himself in, and zipping up. C'mon
asshole, get the fuck outta here, I thought, as I slow-sucked my way up and
down Dom's length. Stealthy like a cocksucking ninja, and that thought
suddenly made me want to laugh out loud and give the whole game away. And
then, that got me thinking about how risky all this was, how much hotter
that made it, what might happen if the guy slowly washing his hands at the
sink right outside the stall door caught on to what was happening a few
feet away from him, and all of that made my cock sizzle with hot fire even
more.

I locked eyes on Dom's again, brought my hand back up to his big, cum-heavy
nutsac, gave it a slow rub like I knew he liked as I quietly picked up my
sucking pace. Hearing the guy outside wave his hands under the hand dryer,
starting it up and giving us a mask of sound. Then I slipped two fingers up
behind Dom's balls, inside the tangled-up leg hole of his briefs, and
pushed them back and forth along his furry taint. Dom's hands tightened on
my head almost in a warning, but I just stared right back at him, as I
pushed my middle finger up against the tight, hairy knot of his asshole,
then wriggled the tip inside of him.

Dom liked having his ass played with, especially when his cock was getting
swallowed, and I still had a hot fantasy about getting my own good-sized
cock up his tight, muscular tail. I rotated my fingertip around inside of
him as he went up on his toes, the long, hard muscles of his sexy rower's
thighs bulging spectacularly. His hands clutched the sides of my head even
more tightly - maybe a warning, maybe in surprised pleasure - but I didn't
stop. I pushed my finger in just a little bit further as I took him down to
the base, found that spot inside of him, and rubbed his prostate.

Dom hissed out a short, sharp noise as his cock throbbed in my throat, and
all of a sudden the hand dryer stopped. I guess the guy heard, and stopped
what he was doing, maybe trying to see if he heard it again. Me and Dom
froze in place - well, my throat didn't stop, and neither did my finger,
and I could see his handsome face twisting with the urge to shout. He gave
me this look, and I could read the thought at the front of his brain - "Oh
you little fucker..." - as I pressed my finger to his button. A few
agonizing seconds passed, and then the hand dryer started up again, and
thirty seconds later, those shoes squeaked across the tile, the door to the
men's room whooshed open and closed again, and Dom let out this hot, choked
gasp.

"Oh you little fucker," he said, just like I knew he would, his forehead
frowning, but his lips twisting into a grin. He took hold of my head and
basically forced it up and down his cock, and I fingered his spot with more
intensity.

"You really want my fucking cum, don't ya, kid," he growled, not even
needing to push my head as I took over, working the suckstrokes and his
prostate with more urgency.

"Mm-hm," I moaned around his throbbing tool, eyes locked on him again.

"You gonna swallow my fucking load, little bro?" he said, like I remembered
him doing the last time, right before he fired the hot, thick blasts of his
swimmers down my throat.

"Mm-hm!" I hummed around him energetically, sucking harder and faster.

"Well alright, here it is, you hot little fucker," he grunted, his voice
all tight and edgy, as I rubbed his prostate, sucked and slurped even
harder on him, and watched him go back up on his toes as he clutched my
head tight.

"Fuck!" he yelled out in a short, sharp bark, no longer giving a shit about
being quiet. I felt his cock throb doubletime, his prostate pulsing under
my finger, and then the warmth of his hot jets, hitting the back of my
throat and sliding all heavy and slick down my gullet. Pulse after pulse of
hot, thick, rich cum. I slid my lips halfway up his shaft, letting his
shots fill my mouth with salty, mineral tanginess, the bleachy zest of his
hot spurts coating my tongue and the roof of my mouth as I bathed his tip
with my tongue and moaned happily.

When he was done, his big chest heaving, the last little seismic spurts and
dribbles from his cock hot on my tongue, he let out a big-lunged sigh,
leaning against the side wall of the stall, looking down at me with a
smile. He ruffled my sweaty hair with a definite big-bro fondness, a nice
contrast from the hot, masculine fuck urgency up til now. I leaned back,
the tile of the bathroom wall cool against the back of my head, groping my
achingly hard cock through my jeans, swishing his load around my mouth as I
wiped my sticky, spit- and cum-flecked lips and got ready to swallow.

"Uh-uh," Dom said, leaning in close, taking my jaw in one big hand and
tilting it up as his lips connected with mine, kissing my mouth open,
snaking his tongue in to swab my mouth, swirling around with mine in his
cum and my spit. We kissed loud and wet, the lewd noises of it and our
grunts echoing around the stall and the room for a good few minutes.

I heard the buzz of his phone from the pocket of his jeans, still bunched
up around his ankles on the floor. He squatted down to retrieve it, his big
cock all glossy and sticky and still impressively hard as it bobbed up
between his long, hard-muscled thighs. Felt my mouth water all over
again. Watched him swipe his thumb across the screen, a slow grin on his
face as he read the message.

"They're asking for another hour," he said, that grin spreading wider as he
looked me up and down. His eyes flicked down to the lewd fullness of my
crotch, all big and boned in my jeans still. "Want to meet us at the
Starbucks at three."

"OK," I said, waiting for the other shoe to drop. Ready for... anything.

Dom set his phone down on top of the TP holder, then leaned in and ran his
big hand over my cockbulge, squeezing as he palmed it back and forth,
making me grunt with lust.

"Got any ideas on how we can pass the time, kiddo?" he said, squeezing my
pulsing mound slowly and insistently. His palm grazed over the tube of my
cockbulge, while his long fingers grazed over the shape of my balls, and
down deeper, into the heat between my thighs, making me tingle all over.

"I... can think of a few," I said, my voice heavy with hunger as we stared
at each other, starting to smile along with him as my hole began to itch.

"Me too," he grinned, nodding slowly. "Why don't you get those jeans off,
and we can see about taking the edge off for you too, bro."

He leaned in and kissed me again, slower and deeper this time, as I fumbled
with my belt and got ready to take another ride.