Date: Wed, 6 Jan 2010 03:25:56 EST From: patrickcmarc@aol.com Subject: The Brothers Chase The Brothers Chase by Patrick Marc Copyright patrickmarc 2010 Note: The story you are about to read is fiction. Any similarities between the character or events in the story and actual events are strictly coincidence. If you like this story, you may also enjoy my other stories "Punk Pleasure" and "Seth and Frankie". Nothing was ever the same after the first time it happened. Matthew showed me new things, we did things no one could ever knew about, things we could never do in the straight edge world we grew up in. Our world was different. We did not live in the straight edge world when we were around each other. Ours was a world of our own making, his more than mine at first, but eventually I succumbed to him, to Matthew. Our world was one of our own making, private, seductive, dirty, and innocent; it was everything. Desire made us do things beyond what we'd ever done as young boys. Our parents were as lost to our world as we were to theirs. They wanted their proud boys to complete their mission work and be good members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, but our reality was tainted long before any of that was possible. Matthew made it happen for both of us. He initiated it, he always initiated it. Again I gave in to his needs, to our needs, our desires, and thirst for each other's bodies. I was weak to resist his seductiveness, his ways, and the memories that paralyzed my mind. I dreamt about him at night. I pictured fucking him in my head when I jerked off alone in the shower when he made himself unattainable to me. He tortured me in this way, knowing how much I longed for him; he made me long for him... I tried not wanting him, but my mind never stayed from him for too long, it was Matthew every time. I remember everything of that night... the room, the scent of flowers, the way the breeze lifted and dropped the sheer curtains against the open window. He smelled like cologne, the one he always wore when we went out, the same one I liked because it reminded me of the hold he had over me. He knew I liked it; no I... loved it... Matthew walked slowly toward my bed in the darkness. I knew he was there, I could sense him; I could smell him, the seductive scent of his body blended with the smell of my cologne. He slid his hand slowly across my bare chest, back and forth, rolling the tip of his finger over each of my nipples until I stirred from my superficial slumber to face him. His silhouette was defined in the darkness. I sat up. He leaned in and pressed his lips to mine with intent and lusting desire. We kissed with our tongues, hard and without regard to anything else. We resisted nothing. He slowly backed away, staring deep into my eyes. I was hypnotized by his glare. I stood up from the bed, took him by the back of the neck and kissed him again. He pressed his mouth back against mine... My arms wrapped around his body and his around mine as our tongues danced in each our shared mouth, made possible by his lips and my own. We moved to the bed again. Matthew went on his knees, teasing me with the shape of his bubble ass still hidden by white briefs. There he remained; waiting for me to take him over as he always had... though I was under no illusion as to who was really in control... I shoved him flat against the bed and reached down near his waist, caressing the small of his back and then slid my hands downward over the soft, cotton fabric of his bikini cut briefs. I still remember the way he stared, the willing smile he gave. I massaged his butt over the fabric, feeling every part of him there from the beginnings of his ass to its end, inside and out. I touched his back and kissed the nape of his neck, down his spine and to his lower back, slowly lowering the waist band of his briefs and then part of his briefs to reveal just a hint of his ass. I licked him from tail to neck and back again. He moaned softly beneath me... I knew what he would have me do next and so I took hold of his briefs and pulled... They came down his legs with ease. I crawled over him again, biting, kissing, sucking his neck and shoulders, finally forcing our lips to meet again when he turned his head to the side. He resisted none of it. He wanted it as much as I wanted to give it to him... His hand stretched behind him for my underwear. I pushed it away and took them down myself so that we were both completely naked. Our bodies touched bare flesh against bare flesh. They were the bodies of two guys in lust. I should have resisted the temptation to do any of it... I should have known better, but the moment called to me, he called to me to do it. As I said, my control over him was only an illusion... I knew better. I reached around, wrapped my arm around his chest. He lifted as I drew him to his knees, squatting in front of me and pressing his body to mine. He gave me full access to the side of his neck. I sucked it hard causing his breathing to quicken. I sucked harder and harder, I kissed the same spot and bit him softly. I never wanted to hurt him... I could never hurt him. Matthew loved it. His skin was soft against my caressing hands. I rubbed his chest, down his abdomen, going further still to his inner thighs... I squeezed his balls gently and took his dick in my hand. It was already wet with precome. I jerked him off in long, purposeful strokes, not so he would come because I knew it wasn't what he wanted. My motions were only meant to tantalize him. That was my purpose. He arched his back and rubbed his butt against my crotch. My dick pulsed in between his body and mine. Matthew reached a hand up and felt my thick, dark, wavy hair, gently tugging it and entwining it within his grip. I kissed his shoulders, the back of his neck again... This was what he liked. He clenched and relaxed his ass, still rubbing it against me and pushing back against my body. I breathed hard against his flesh. He pulled me closer, if at all possible and we kissed again. I pushed him forward so that he was bent in front of me, exposing his ass to me... He knew what I wanted because he wanted it too. I slicked his crack with spit. My dick throbbed in my hand, leaking my own precome as it anticipated its entry into his wet, warm world. I pressed the head against his hole and pushed. Matthew moaned beneath me. I pushed again and felt it slide in, in a continuous slip until I could go no further... My hands held firm on his shoulders while I slid my dick back and forth in his hole. His moaning and heavy breathing were signs I was doing well... what he wanted, the way he wanted it... My breathing was fast and hard. I fucked him furiously, bareback, there on the bed. Not once did he beg me to stop. I didn't want to stop. I wanted it to last for as long as I could last. His body was hot, pasty with his own sweat. Sweat formed on my forehead, slowly sliding down my face. My dick was buried deep between his ass cheeks; his body swallowing me in, pulsing, and tightening, wanting every part of my being inside it. He moaned and squeezed the pillows... The room spun out of control. My vision blurred... It was a familiar feeling. My eyes opened and closed lazily. I could hear Matthew begging for me and could feel his body eager to have more. I could feel his warmth, his sphincter collapsing around my shaft, holding me deep inside of him. My movement was fast and hard. I looked down at my dick, slicked with spit mixed with his juices and sweat. His hole was pounded into nothing, frothy and sticky as I slapped my body against his. My pubes were wet, my dick was wet, we were sweating in the heat of the moment and everything moved around us. Angels sang out in my head... Matthew's breathing pulsed in my head; his moans were heard over and over again... The way he squeezed the pillow and punched it, ran in my thoughts like a private movie. He arched his back; I pulled him by his dirty blond hair, snapping his head back. My dick pulsed inside him. I slid it back and forth faster and harder than before, listening to him in pleasurable pain. He wanted this. I wanted to give it to him. I did give it to him. I thrust my hips deeper, slapping my crotch against his ass, enjoying the sound it made as our sweaty bodies met each time. I felt light headed. My stomach tightened, my balls tightened until there was nothing I could do but release the gooey liquid. I fucked him hard still until come streamed through my shaft and into his waiting cavity. I pushed into him with each shot that left me, one after the other. I groaned loudly with all thoughts focused on that moment. I was lost to everything else. I collapsed on top of Matthew, my dick still hard inside of him. We rolled to our sides, facing the same direction. I grabbed his dick again and jerked it fast. He moaned and tensed, squeezing his sphincter around my hard shaft still inside him and came over and over and over. I milked him until he relaxed. We fell asleep in our sweat, our come, in each other's arms... -- End -- Note: If you would like to know more about my work, please visit my site at patrickmarc.webs.com. You can also email me at patrickcmarc@aol.com. Thanks for reading!