Date: Sat, 20 May 2017 16:32:13 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101 <a4f101@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Proposition, Part Three - Grand Finale

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*****

I like to think I'm a pretty cool customer, generally. Chill, unfazed,
however you want to put it. I'd been that way when Greg first sidled up to
us all at the bar a couple days ago, when he'd started engaging me in
particular in conversation, when me and Ty and our buds were butt-ass naked
and stroking our hard college-boy cocks for the man in our room
yesterday. Even when Greg's gaze kept returning to me in particular - and
not to my cock, but to my eyes. Like he was reading me. Reading my secrets,
the stuff I kept hidden from the other dudes. I was so chill, I could
sprawl out naked with them and stroke a load out alongside them, and as far
as I knew, nobody was the wiser.

Nobody but Greg, seemed like, and I guess it takes one to know one. Another
gay dude, that is. Only, seemed like I was pretty much laying everything
out on the table for my big bro Ty now, in a way I'd never imagined I would
be. Oh sure, in fantasy, maybe - but not in the sweat of real life, his
skin against mine, his hands roving over my body like the lover I'd always
figured him to be, his lips grazing against mine, persistent and intent and
passionate as hell.

I couldn't tell which was the bigger threat to my cool - the fact that we
were committing incest, but then, we'd already pretty much waltzed across
that line, bigtime. Maybe the fact that I was showing my bro, my lifelong
best bud, the true core of me, the part I'd been keeping hidden deep for
years. My DL life as a cocksucking, buttfucking homo pretty much blown wide
open, to the one dude I'd struggled hardest to keep it hidden from.

In reality, though, the biggest danger to my rapidly disappearing chill was
pressing against my thigh, thick and hard and hot and sticky. Nearly seven
solid inches of my big bro's hard jock dick. No matter how skilfully he
kissed me, or touched me, I couldn't ignore its looming, throbbing
persistence. I'd never really been fucked before - not successfully,
anyway. Sure, fingers, the occasional toy, once a very sturdy parsnip when
I was a horny, curious and stupid teenager. But never the full length of a
real-life, real man's cock.

So I was starting to get a little nervous, because me and Ty, we were both
big boys, and more and more, it was looking like Ty's big boy was going up
inside of me. All the surprisingly skillful ass-eating he'd just given me
had done an awesome job of loosening me up, taking my mind and body to that
place where yes, I was ready to get boned. Really boned, by a big man's
cock. I'd been ready for years, I think, ever since I'd first seen it in a
porn I'd found online. Or so I thought. But now I was starting to really
think about it, and that was making me a little edgy.

"We gonna do this, little bro?" Ty murmured, his lips buzzing mine, and
even though he pitched it loud enough for Greg to hear it - Greg, sitting
there with his ringside seat, his own big, handsome cock out, slowly
stroking on it - he wasn't doing it for Greg's benefit. He had a serious
look in his eyes, different from the playfully challenging looks he'd been
giving me ever since this dirty, pervy adventure had gotten started. A look
of concern, like he was worried about me, and ready to back off if I said
so. But like he hoped I wouldn't.

That ultimately was what broke through most of my nerves - the fact that
big Ty, my brother, the dude I'd idolized growing up, who'd guided me
through most of the bullshit about becoming a man way better than our Dad
ever had, the guy who'd been proudly nailing pussy since he was 15, was
ready to do this. Ready to fuck me, his own little brother. Sure, there was
a great big wad of cash on the bedside table. We were both being
incentivized like that. But fuck, we'd crossed over from the whole
transactional thing into something way deeper, ever since we'd first locked
lips last night. Greg was a player in this, yeah, but he was in our game
now.

"I've never... y'know..." I mumbled, blushing hard.

"We don't have to, Sammy," he said, and I could see he meant it. "Don't
want to hurt you, or anything. Not worth it, if you don't want to."

"I want to," I blurted out in a hot-faced rush, right out of my
subconscious. Ty's eyes widened a little and the grin returned to his face
at the determined way I'd said it. Then he leaned in and kissed me, slow
and soft, subtly starting to shift his big, hard brother cock slowly up and
down against the muscle of my thigh as I opened up to his talented tongue.

"You ever take a guy's cherry, Ty?" Greg said quietly, pulling us out of
that amazing kiss and back into the real world. Fuck, the surreal world, to
be honest.

"Yessir," Ty said proudly, looking over to Greg, and I half-gasped in
surprise. Sure, a little fooling around, I could see that. And he'd said he
was a little rusty at it before he got down on one knee and blew me a
little while ago. All that, I could see him getting into. I'd been a jock,
a horny teen with horny buds - I knew what happened, sometimes. If you were
lucky, and the mood and the moment was right. But my pussy-loving big
brother, popping another dude's cherry? No fuckin' way...

"I'll tell you about it later, dude," Ty said, looking back down at me now,
hunching that hard dick of his more insistently against my leg. "Got lots
to talk about, lil bro. But right now..."

He leaned in and kissed me again, and I let myself get lost in that,
focusing on his tongue, his lips, the scent of him, the weight of his
powerful linebacker's body over and on and shifting up and down against
mine. Tried to clear my mind of all the worries and the mental images and
the anticipation of the pain.

"You boys want a rubber?" Greg asked, pulling us out of it for a moment. Ty
looked at me, the question silent between us. I was shaking my head before
I knew it. It just felt right, somehow - that my first time should be
bare. That my big brother's cock taking my cherry should be as natural as
possible. Unencumbered. Free. I knew all the stuff about being careful, and
I always was. But that was for other dudes. Right now, this was for us.

Ty grinned, turned to shake his head at Greg, and then leaned back in to
kiss me some more. I sensed more than saw Greg standing beside us, and
barely paid any mind to the sound of a bottle cap unsnapping, or the squirt
of lube. Definitely heard Ty's deep-chested moan and the slick, liquid
sounds of Greg lubing up my bro's big cock, smearing the stuff over top of
my drying spit and Ty's bubbling precum. Greg's fingers felt enormous on my
hole, though - enormous, but gentle, knowledgeable too, as they slicked up
the tightness of my deepest muscle. Just a few quiet, almost unintrusive
moments - except for the slick, rubbing dance of his fingers on and just
inside of my hole, that is - and then it was just me and my brother
again. Everything else fell away.

"I fuckin' love you, little dude," Ty said. Even though I was as tall and
nearly as built and definitely slightly more hung than him, it was what
he'd always called me when it was just us, just him and me. Somehow that
just made all this more real, more right, made me more ready for him. "Mean
it."

"Fuckin' love you too, Ty-bo," I said back, and yeah, there's a story
behind that one, but it's not worth going into right now. It made him
smile, though, smile real big, and when he kissed me again, it was like
everything between us was super concentrated and powerful. We kind of fell
into it, and then there was the definite feeling of something big and
insistent pushing at my core, pulsing with heat and hunger, and then he was
pushing into me. My big brother was taking my cherry. Taking all of me.

"Ohfuck..." I gasped, breaking the kiss, but Ty just shushed me and brought
my lips to his, as he filled me with his flesh. It hurt, sure. But it
didn't hurt nearly as much as I'd expected it to. Guess all that practice
with non-cock objects over the years helped. This was different, though -
this was flesh, my brother's flesh, hot and pulsing and alive, and what I
was feeling more than anything was pressure. Intense pressure, as he opened
me up, the sensation of a solid object entering me, with sharp edges of
pain filtering in around the very edges. Those started to fall away,
though, and then the feeling of pressure kind of... I don't know how to
describe it, but like it morphed, slowly transitioning into a kind of heat
in me, a heat that started to dissipate into tingles, and then the tingles
became a flood, and oh fuck Ty was really fucking me, and I was loving
it...

"Jesus christ baby bro, you're so fuckin' tight..." Ty moaned, and I
finally opened my eyes to see his face flushed, eyes all intent on mine,
his mouth hanging open. I put my hands on the big, hard-flexed muscles of
his upper arms and gripped there, as I moaned right back at him.

"You're fuckin' me, big bro... Christ, you're fuckin' me..."

Off to the side, Greg moaned the harmony, as I ran my hands up Ty's thick
arms, over the bunched steely power of his big shoulders, and then down
over the flowing, rippling muscles of his broad back. Feeling his body in
fuck-mode, his muscles all pumped, primed, defined and glowing with fresh
sweat as his whole body worked me over, building his rhythm slowly. I'd
seen it before, more than once. Once by accident, back when I was 14,
happening past the cracked-open door to his bedroom after practice one day,
hearing the sounds inside, drawn to the gap in the door to see the beauty
of his big, teenaged jock body as it worked some girl over good. A couple
times after that, more intentionally. The last time my freshman year at DU,
after a particularly rowdy party with our buds on the rugby team, when he'd
plowed some lucky chick in front of a half-dozen of us. He'd looked right
at me and winked right before he blew his load that time, and I'd been
jacking off furiously to that image ever since.

Well, now it was me he was fucking. I was the lucky one, not just watching,
but being part of it. The other half of a mass of flesh, muscles, sweat,
spit and tongues. Two men, two brothers, bonding through mating. Fuck,
there just weren't enough words for the intensity of it. Images of all the
stuff we'd done over the years filled my head as Ty fucked me like the
sexual animal he was - the tightness of our brother bond, all the good
times we'd had, all leading up to this singular moment, here on a bed in a
backwater hotel in Costa Rica, while a rich, handsome stranger watched us
break all the rules with each other.

"How's it feel, little dude?" Ty said, fucking his way into a deeper rhythm
now. Switching it up, slow then fast, giving me all of that big dick of
his. Seemed like he touched a new, even more intense spot inside of me with
each thrust. My cock was hard as a crowbar over the muscles of my stomach.

"Like... fucking... oh my god, man," I moaned. He huffed out a quick laugh,
looking down at me intently, then plunged his tongue into my ready
mouth. Filling me with his flesh at both ends, and finding me willing.

Greg stayed quiet, except for the slick sound of his fist on his cock and
the occasional grunt or appreciative murmur. Sometimes, I almost forgot he
was there. Sometimes, knowing he was watching just added an extra charge to
it. We weren't just committing one of the most taboo acts in secret - we
were doing it in front of somebody, a guy we hardly even knew, and that
just turned the heat on the whole thing up even higher. I'd never been much
of an extrovert, not like Ty was, but I guess I was finding out a hell of a
lot about myself on this trip.

I guess Ty was aware of our audience, and the show we were putting on for
him, and just how much money the guy had slid our way for it all. He ran
his big hands down my flanks to my waist, lifting my hips as he shifted up
onto his knees, and that meant his cock hit a whole new area inside of me
that had me clutching the sheets hard. Ty kept hitting that spot for a
minute or two, grinning knowingly, holding my hips up, and then he took one
of my hands and hooked it around the back of his thick neck.

"C'mon up here, little buddy," he panted as he thrust, bending in so I
could reach up with my other hand and wrap my forearms around his sweaty
neck. Then he leaned back upright, settled his ass back onto his heels, and
I was straddling him, moaning as the arc of his cock rode up inside me in
yet another whole new way. God damn it, he was fucking me like a porn star,
and I was loving every damn minute of it.

We kissed, hard and wet and sloppy and loud, and then Ty leaned down to
lick at my pecs, tasting my sweat, fastening his lips around my stiff nip
and lashing it with his agile tongue as I buried my fingers and my lips in
his short, thick, sweaty hair and growled with pleasure. The whole time,
his hands roved up and down my back, cupping the big muscles of my ass,
appreciating my body the way no strictly straight guy ever would.

"Dude... you're so fucking tight... dunno how much longer I can keep this
up, bro," he panted up at me when he came up off my pec. "But I wanna fuck
the cum out of you, little dude. Can I make you cum, baby brother?"

"Aw fuck," I growled, and kissed him hard, because now it was like he was
fucking me with his words too, and I couldn't take much more of this. When
we came out of the kiss, I planted my hands on the big plates of his pecs
and pushed him back, flat on the bed like I'd been at the start, as he
grinned up at me.

"Yeah, I want you to fuck me off, bro," I grunted. "Make your little
brother cum, with this big fuckin' cock of yours, bud."

Yeah, part of it was fucktalk for Greg's benefit. But just a small
part. The rest was for us. It came welling up out of me, and I could see Ty
loved hearing me talk back to him like that.

"Get your first man's load inside you from your own big bro, huh little
dude?" he panted, and I growled and slapped my hands on the big bulging
muscles of his pecs and squeezed, my body kind of taking over as I tried to
grind down on his cock and squeeze him from the insides. The way his eyes
fluttered, the way he moaned and his big cock throbbed inside of me, I knew
I was doing right by him.

Ty stroked up and down the big, hard, bulging muscles of my quads, up to
the sides of my ass, as I started to really get into fucking myself on
him. Then up my lats, over my pecs, down my stomach to the tops of my
thighs again.

"God damn, you're beautiful, little bro," he murmured, and the way he was
looking up at me, I knew that wasn't for Greg's benefit. That was all for
me, and when he slid one hand up the hard curve of my cock, stroking it
lovingly, I felt my balls practically glow, and I knew I was done for.

"Oh fuck, gonna cum, bro," I moaned. "Makin' me fuckin' cum, dude..."

"Yeah, cum for me, baby bro... my little dude..." he murmured, his voice
all warm and deep and low, and I lost it. Fucking lost it. My balls
tightened way the fuck up and fired off, my voice choked up as I moaned and
grunted and huffed my way through the first creamy shots of my cum. They
rained down on the hard-flexed muscles of my big brother's abs, and they
kept on coming and coming as I writhed around on Ty's big, thick brother
dick.

"Fuck yeah, little dude," he said, one hand rubbing my skin, the other
stroking the cum out of me. Then he let go of my cock as the last of my
seed was still jetting out, grabbed hold of my ass with both hands, and
started to fuck up into me with this real focused look on his handsome
face. I knew that look. I knew he was about to breed me, and even though
all I wanted to do was fall back and lay there in my own sweat while I came
to my senses, suddenly helping Ty breed me was everything.

"Come on, bro," I panted, taking hold of his big pecs and rubbing my cum
into his sweaty skin as I nodded encouragingly at him. "Cum in me. Cop your
little bro's cherry, all the way."

"Ah Sammy," he moaned, his thick fingers sinking into the flesh of my ass
as his muscles flexed up hard, getting that faraway look in his eyes, mouth
hanging open in soundless shouts. I wished I could feel him coming inside
of me, and for a minute, I swore I could feel the spreading warmth of it as
he bred me. Just my imagination, I guess. But still...

Ty flopped his head back onto the mattress as he caught his breath, while I
continued to rub his big torso all over, unwilling to give up the thickness
of his cock inside of me just yet. After a minute, he refocused on my face,
that faraway look replaced with a big, dreamy smile, as he reached up for
me, pulling me down onto him fully.

"God damn, little brother," he murmured. "God damn, you're hot."

We kissed, long and slow, deep but sweet, a warm exchange of tongues as his
hands rubbed all over my back and ass. Finally came up for air a few
minutes later, both grinning. A whole new world, felt like. He ruffled the
hair on the back of my head as we just kind of lay there and dug the vibe
with each other for a moment, and then turned to look at our benefactor.

Greg's shirt was spread wide open, his athletic thighs splayed apart, as he
stared lustily at us, his hand a blur on his cock now. We could see the
sweat beading on his flushed face, and when Ty started to wriggle free from
under me, I knew exactly what the plan was.

Me and my brother clambered up off the bed and over to Greg, crouching down
either side of him as he stared back and forth between us. We ran our hands
up the inside of his thighs, took turns kissing his lips, and then Ty fixed
him with a searching look.

"Come on, big brother," he murmured, and I felt a surprised thrill course
all through me. Greg grunted with a mix of surprise and lust too, and
stroked his handsome cock even faster. "Cum for us, man."

"Yeah big bro," I heard myself saying. "Show us, dude."

Ty looked at me, and almost like we were twins communicating, we both
leaned in to Greg's crotch at the same time. Leaned in, pushing Greg's busy
hand away, and ran our tongues up the salty length of his throbbing
shaft. All the way up to the flared head of him, lashing it and each other
with our tongues, halfway between a slobbery suckjob and a deep, wet,
incestuous brothers' kiss with Greg's slick, sticky cockhead trapped
between our busy lips and tongues.

Greg came hard, moaning, his hands cupping the backs of our heads as his
cum started to spurt. Lots of it, hot and thick and tangy with that salty
mineral taste. The taste of a man, all hot on our lips and tongues, and
when the shots turned to spurting dribbles, Ty and I leaned in and made out
fully, all lips and tongues and Greg's hot, fresh cum smeared and shared
between us. When Greg's hands pulled our heads up towards him, we brought
him into the brother bond, welcoming his eager tongue and sharing the salty
remains of his load with him.

"Holy fucking fuck," he gasped afterwards, flopping back in the chair. His
gasps turned into chuckles, and we laughed with him as we eased back a
little ourselves.

"I can't even... no, I just can't," he chuckled.

"Seems like you just did, dude," Ty grinned.

It was surprisingly easy, not awkward at all as the three of us stood naked
under the outdoor shower, out on the back patio of the suite. Easy to talk,
easy to laugh, easy to let Greg's hands soap our younger bodies up and
explore. Easy to do the same back to him, and man, the smile on his face as
he got felt up all over by two big, naked college-boy brothers was one of
pure contentment. Easy and relaxed and just masculine as hell, and I knew
then and there that this was what I wanted out of life - just to be a man,
with other men, and enjoy the natural power of embracing your manhood in
every possible way.

"Guess we should get back, see if our boys are back from their fishing
trip," Ty said after we slipped our shorts and T-shirts back on. Greg
smiled, nodded, and handed me the stack of bills from the beside table.

"In fact, why don't you just put those in here," he said with a wink,
handing me the hotel envelope. "For safekeeping, you know."

I tried not to be obvious about looking, but shit, there was still over
five hundred in that envelope. Way over. Add back in the grand he'd just
given us, and... fuck. I thought about handing it back, feeling that sort
of queasy thing I'd felt earlier about the money. But then I thought about
the fact that my brother and I had just put on a pretty dynamite fuck show
for this guy. Not only that, I'd given up my dude cherry. To my own
brother. Right in front of him. I didn't like to say we'd earned it, but
hey...

TJ and Brian still weren't back when we got back to the room. I tucked the
envelope into the inside pouch of my backpack, and then it was just me and
Ty, standing there, looking at each other. Same as we ever were, but not at
all, really. Everything was different, seemed like. Everything but that
same old goofy grin of his, the one I could never help but return.

"Hell of a time, huh bro," he said.

"No fucking kidding," I replied, chuckling. He chuckled with me, and then
his hands were reaching to take hold of mine, tugging me close to him.

"Hell of a time, alright," he said again, a little softer now as he kind of
stared at my face with this almost searching look. "And you know something?
Give me a do-over, and I'd do it all again. For free, even."

"Yeah, bro?" I said, feeling my heart thumping a little, that tingle in my
loins again, my face flushing. "I... I would too."

"Fuck yeah, little dude," he smiled, leaning in to kiss me, slow and
soft. I kissed him back, meeting the warm, slick muscle of his tongue with
mine. No performance this time, no audience. Just me and my brother, doing
it just for us.

-- To be continued... --