Date: Fri, 8 Jul 2016 02:16:00 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101@yahoo.com
Subject: The Porn Test

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*****

"What about this?" he said, looking from the screen to me. "This doing it
for you?"

I looked at the big flat-screen, squirmed a little in my seat. The chick
was bleach-blond, tanned a shade of brown that wanted to be caramel, but
was closer to a thoroughly-roasted carrot. Her big, rounded tits bounced
and jiggled in a plasticky way that was oddly static, too. Underneath all
the porn-star shellacking, she wasn't even particularly cute. I tried to
focus on the dude putting it to her, because he at least had a nice big
dick, and a pretty good ass, but he wasn't any less fake-looking, and
unappetizing, than she was. They groaned like they were trying to pass
kidney stones. Talked dirty like teenage boys imagine would be sexy. The
whole thing couldn't be doing any less for me than it was.

I shrugged, and Kirk chuckled at my ambivalence, then bent forward to
fiddle with his laptop, connected to the TV via HDMI cable. I thought I had
a lot of porn, but shit, my big brother was quite the collector. Though so
far, not an especially discerning one.

Twenty minutes ago, we were passing the bowl back and forth, sinking into
the warm embrace of our high, talking about whatever you talk about in that
state, and somehow got to talking about porn. It was weird talking about
this kind of shit with my bro, even though he was 100% cool with who I
was. I hadn't expected the big ex-lineman lug to be so open, understanding,
even interested, but he was, right from the start, when I nervously came
out to him while he was home between deployments a year back. Asking me
about how it had felt, when I first knew, what the dating scene was like
for us gay dudes. I'd expected it to put some distance between us, but it
was bringing us closer.

So, we'd gotten to talking about porn tonight, and it was kind of
hilarious, but then he decided to try testing me out. Seeing if I had any
residual, lingering interest in the ladies. I'd pretty much fucked any of
that out of me my freshman year of college, but I went along with him
now. If I did, it wouldn't be for any of these plasticized, fake-orgasming
Porn-Star Barbies.

"OK, so how about this," he said, settling back, big and shirtless and
hairy and beefy and muscled, and he was kind of fucking killing me here,
with his Marine's haircut and that strong profile that I always thought of
as the Wrestler's Face, and his ease at sharing this with his little
brother.

I forced myself to look back at the screen, and the chick was a little
better, but more than that, the dude was much better - more athletic, more
put-together, more like the dudes in my porn. And then a second dude showed
up, as good as the first, and things got interesting, and finally I was
getting a rise in my shorts. Kirk looked over, seeing how I was responding,
then he saw just how I was starting to respond, and chuckled again.

"I don't think she's what's appealing to you here, is she, bro," he said
with a grin, then resumed fondling the big lump in his old mesh shorts as
we watched. Giving me permission to do the same, as the dudes began
touching her and each other, and then touching myself more strongly,
feeling my cock grow as they started trading off deep kisses, with the girl
between them and then with each other. This was more like it.

We got through that clip, and by now we were both really tenting, and I was
high enough not to feel so weird about what we were doing, and the fact
that Kirk was so boned in his shorts was a very promising sign. So while he
packed another bowl, I slid his laptop around to me on the coffee table.

"That's pretty cool, but in that vein..." I said, opening up XTube, logging
in, scrolling through my saved videos. Kirk half-looked over my shoulder,
looking somewhat impressed at the long list of shit I had saved, then
sparked up the bowl as I found what I wanted.

The Corbin Fisher clip cued up, one of their bi vids, and as usual, the
woman looked like a day-shift dancer from the second-best strip club in a
flyover city, but she was alright. But more than that, the dudes were
top-notch. Big, muscled, handsome, jock-built, clean-cut, the kind of guys
who generally turned my crank the best. The guys I tried to look like. When
I wasn't thinking about powerful, hairy-chested, thick-muscled
beefjocks. Guys like Kirk. My particular guilty pleasure.

"OK," Kirk said croakily, huffing out smoke and sliding the bong across to
me. "I think I see what you like now, bro."

He got real focused, went back to rubbing his big bulge, watching intently
as the two dudes took turns on her, making out with her, sucking on her
tits, lapping at her inner thighs and her pussy. And then each other, and
it transitioned over, and the girl became a spectator - a willing one, I
fucking loved that, teasing her own nips and touching herself as she
watched the two handsome jocks go at each other. As it became a sheer
dude-on-dude thing, I couldn't help but stroke my bulge. But better than
that, Kirk never took his eyes off the screen.

Eventually, the bowl was cashed and the two hot studs were blasting their
creamy cum across each other's tanned muscles, taking turns making out with
the girl and each other, and I looked over at Kirk, and he looked back with
a slitty-eyed, handsome grin, still feeling on the big hard mound in his
shorts.

"That's cool," he said. I grinned back.

"You want to see... something else?" I asked, a little hesitantly. He kept
grinning, looking at me, the silence growing... then slowly nodded. I guess
the tester was about to become the tested.

I felt my heart race a little with excitement, leaned forward, clicked
around some more, and then we got to one of my all-time favorites. I guess
I didn't think about it as I was clicking, I just wanted to share something
that excited me with him, since he'd asked...

The dudes on the screen were a study in contrasts. One was a defined,
trim-muscled soccer-jock type, built a bit smaller than me. The other was
his polar opposite - bigger, beefy, furry-chested, heavy-armed and
thick-peced, with the kind of gruff, ruggedly handsome face that works best
above a uniform. A soldier. A warrior. A big guy, built for power, not for
speed. Built for fucking. A guy a hell of a lot like Kirk.

I kind of lost myself in this one - I'd watched it a hundred times, it was
my go-to when I really needed to come, digging the dad-son kind of vibe in
it, not to mention the sweaty, lusty power of their sex. They were into
each other - you can't fake that. No dumb storyline, no fake tans, just
real sex between two physical, mutually-attracted dudes. The best kind of
porn.

When I looked over, Kirk had an inscrutable look on his face. But his big
paw deep inside his shorts, moving back and forth, the stiffness of his big
nips in the forest of fur that grew wild on his chunky pecs and the
muscle-swollen barrel of his stomach, said everything. He saw me
looking. Gave me that slow, knowing grin.

"So this is what you like best, huh little bro?" he said. I nodded,
dry-mouthed, but couldn't stop palming the hard bulge in my shorts.

We kept looking at each other. Kept feeling on our cocks. Then Kirk grinned
again, lifted that powerful ass of his, and skinned his shorts and his
boxer briefs down his powerhouse thighs. Let that big, thick dick of his
free. It was three-quarters of the way to hard, and trending in the right
direction. Big, thick, brawny, powerful, just like the rest of him. Even
better than the beefy stud fucking his way into the jock on the big
screen. I just gaped, dry-mouthed at him, as he smiled, fisted his big
cock, then patted the seat beside him on the sofa.

"It's cool, not too bad at all," he said, with a knowing wink. Patted the
sofa again. Gave me that deep, direct look he did so well. And I found
myself standing, pulling my T-shirt up and off, then slipping my own mesh
shorts down, and stepping over to the sofa. Drawn in. A little hypnotized,
by the weed, by that deep, direct gaze of his, by his quiet warmth, by the
immense physical presence and power of his handsome body, something I'd
admired and secretly jacked off to for years, since I was a kid. Drawn in,
unable to stop myself now.

His big paw touched my hip, stopping me before I sank down next to him. I
still had my trunks on, and he shook his head.

"No, little bro," he said. "Lose `em."

I did. Heart racing, stomach slowly rolling over, cock throbbing hard, as I
sank down next to his beefy, hairy warmth. Felt the easy, relaxed press of
his thick thigh into my leaner, harder, more defined one. Felt the rush and
tingle of the contact, roaring up my quad, over my hip, into my core, up
the length of my cock, where it throbbed even more angrily in my hand.

"They're a lot like us, huh bro?" he said, nodding at the enthusiastic,
beef-on-jock action happening on the screen. Slipping his hefty, powerful
arm around my neck, making me gasp-moan involuntarily as more of his
warmth, his deep, musky, pure manly scent enveloped me. Reaching down to
fist his own cock again, sending it up to full, potent hardness as we
stared at each other, him with that inscrutable smile.

"But I bet we could be better, don't you think, kid?" he said in that low,
tingling voice of his, and leaned in to press his lips to mine.

He kissed just as well as I'd fantasized that he did. Better, even. I had
to stop touching my cock as that thick, experienced tongue of his searched
in my mouth, drew mine out to meet his, then explored. His big paw ran up
and down the soccer-honed hardness of my thigh, as my hand found its way to
the chunky, steely swell of his big pec and he growled approvingly,
encouragingly. Even more growling when my tentative hand stroked down over
the swell of his hairy core to cup the big, tight fullness of his
balls. His tongue fucked even more against mine as I did that, and his arm
around me pulled me in closer, so I was half-straddling his big thigh with
mine, and then effortlessly up and onto his lap, face to face, mouth to
mouth, cock to cock.

When his big paw slipped between us to wrap round our cocks together, I
shuddered and moaned into his mouth and struggled mightily not to come. The
thick fingers on his other hand trailed up and down my spine, getting ever
deeper, into the top of the crack of my
ass. Touching. Sliding. Exploring. Kissing me even deeper the whole time,
the slow, wet smack of our lips and tongues, our moans, filling the living
room. Thick, manly fur tickling my smoother skin. The slow, humid throb and
leak of that chunky cock against mine, fisted slowly, expertly in his paw.

"Yeah," he grunted as we came up for air, licking his spit-shined lips as I
did the same, staring at him in amazement. His eyes crinkled in a slow
smile as he gently cuffed the back of my head, then stroked the short hair
on it affectionately. "I think we could do a lot better than that, don't
you, little bro?"

I didn't have the words, right then. Too high, too hot, too amazed, too in
love with my brother in the moment. All I could do was nod, as his hands
slowly, sensually stroked up and down the bulge of my quads straddling his.
He knew what he was doing with another guy. I had no idea he'd know. But he
did. And he picked me up bodily, easily, big muscles flexing amazingly,
kissing me deep again as he carried me effortlessly back to his bed. Showed
me what he knew, what we both knew, and we showed each other that we could
do better than the porn stars - so much better.