Date: Fri, 26 May 2017 14:15:46 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101 <a4f101@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Proposition, Part Four - Unfinished Business

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*****

"Yo, don't slam the-" *THUNK!* "...tailgate," Ty said, shaking his head as
Brian and TJ trudged up the walk to their apartment, bags over their
shoulders, the snow flurrying all around them. He dropped the 4Runner into
Drive and slowly pulled away.

"Stupid fuckers," he grumbled, rolling his eyes, and I had to chuckle at
that. That brought a smile to his face as he looked over at me, and for the
first time since we'd left Costa Rica, I actually felt good in the
moment. We hadn't really talked about everything that had happened. That
was mainly my fault, because I was kind of inside my head on the whole
thing. Ty seemed as amiable and chill as ever, like he hadn't fucked around
with me in two separate sessions with Greg, not to mention a couple of
one-on-one makeouts on our own. Like he hadn't copped my cherry right in
front of Greg.

The morning of our last full day down there, Ty had ambled into the
bathroom while I was showering, with a big grin and a tent in his boxer
briefs, then peeled them down his tree-trunk thighs and stepped under the
spray with me.

"Dude, TJ and Bri..." I'd protested as his big arms snaked around me and he
pulled me close to him.

"They're down at breakfast," he'd said, then cut off any further protest by
sliding his tongue into my mouth and wrapping his hand around the sudden
hardness of my cock. We'd stroked each other's loads out, thick cum sliding
down the muscles of our thighs while we swapped spit and tongues. Then we
showered off, Ty acting as if this was just an everyday, regular
occurrence, two brothers making out and getting each other off like that.

That last night, we all took a bottle of rum and the last of our weed down
to the beach, and sat around the fire pit, getting a buzz on. Ty kept
meeting my eyes across the fire and smiling, and damn but it made me feel
all good inside, how cool he apparently was with everything. Later on, when
the others were asleep, when I slipped out of bed and pulled my shorts on,
feeling driven by something inside of me, the burning curiosity that had
been stoked into a roaring fire by everything that had happened the past
few days, he stirred in his bed, and I could just about make out his smile
in the low light coming in around the blinds.

"Have fun, little dude," he murmured, making me blush, like I'd been caught
out. I blushed all the way down the walkway to Greg's room, where the
lights were still burning, but when Greg opened the door with a smile and
started to talk, I quieted him with my lips and pulled him to his
bed. Feeling bold, feeling like a man, feeling like I'd discovered myself,
and was ready to explore. Feeling like I knew myself now, as I slid the
length of my cock up inside Greg's tight, welcoming hole and felt his hands
dance over the straining muscles of my arms and chest as he pulled me down
to kiss him while he pumped his own load out between us.

Now, though, back home... it all felt a little different. Snow blowing
against the truck's windows as we made our way onto campus, facing the
reality of going back to classes in a couple days, back to the
grind. Wondering how me and my brother were going to proceed from here. If
everything had changed too much.

"Damn, I can't wait to get into a hot shower," Ty said as he pulled into
the parking lot of my dorm. "Hope my asshole roommates haven't used up all
the hot water."

"That's the benefit of staying on campus, bro," I said.

"Yeah yeah," he said, rolling his eyes. "If I'd lucked into a single like
you, maybe I'd still be there."

He pulled into an open space and put the truck in Park. We sat there for a
moment, engine humming, hot air blowing out of the vents. What did we do
now - shake hands? Hug? What was the whole protocol for parting gestures,
when your big brother has had his cock up your ass and your tongue in his
mouth?

"Pretty sure I'll have plenty of hot water," I eventually said, feeling my
face flush all of a sudden. "So, if you're really jonesing for that
shower..."

"Yeah, little dude?" he said, a slow smile spreading on his face. The way
he called me "little dude" now, the way it had changed since he'd called me
that before he fucked me the other day... it was like the whole meaning had
changed. Gone from a childhood nickname to something way deeper now.

"Yeah, fucker," I grinned, trying to break my internal tension with the
joke. He chuckled, playfully cuffed the back of my head, and shut the
engine off. I felt my heart start to thump a little harder.

No guarantees, dude, I told myself, and the fact I was actively hoping,
maybe even planning for something to happen was a huge surprise to me. But
I was different now. We both were. Everything was different, there was no
way to deny it. But different could be better, too.

"Yo, you got any shorts I could borrow, bro?" I heard him call out from my
little bathroom as the shower cut off. "I need to do laundry bad."

"Yeah, I got you," I said, pulling a clean pair of boxer briefs out of my
bag, feeling my cock throb a little at the idea of my studly brother
slipping my underwear up his thick thighs, over his juicy, muscular ass.

He popped out of the bathroom a couple minutes later, a towel knotted
around his waist, big biceps flexing as he pushed the excess water out of
his hair. He looked good enough to eat. My cock spoke up in my shorts
again. I tried not to stare, but a room this small, there are only so many
places to look. So I just handed him my underwear, and tried not to blush.

"Thanks, little dude," he said, and there was that nickname again. He set
the shorts down on top of my desk, and smiled at me. I felt put on the spot
all of a sudden, not knowing where to look or what to say, so I just
stuffed my hands in my jeans pockets.

Ty leaned up against the wall, still smiling, and gave me a slow, assessing
look that had my cheeks burning.

"Dude, chill, Sammy," he said after a moment, then eased up and stepped
over to me. My heart was starting to really pound now. I shouldn't have
felt like this, not after everything that had happened, but it's hard to
control the way your body reacts sometimes, right? When he closed the gap
between us and put his hands on my hips, just resting them there, I felt
myself shiver. Ty got this kind of concerned look on his face.

"Hey, little dude," he said, his voice all low and deep and kind of soft as
he slid his strong arms around me and squeezed me. The way he used to
sometimes hug me for comfort when we were little kids and I'd fallen off my
bike, or gotten yelled at by Dad. I almost wanted to cry when he hugged me
to his big, warm body, all clean-smelling with the fragrance of my body
wash. "It's OK, bro. It's OK. Everything's good, man."

"Is it, dude?" I said, trying to keep the shake out of my voice. "I mean,
shit, you and me, we..."

"Shhh," he said softly, and then his fingers were under my chin, tilting it
up so I was looking him in the eye. "It's real good, little dude. Even
better, maybe."

His lips on mine sent a shock all through me, right down my core, tingling
along the length of my cock as it hardened in my jeans. When the tip of his
tongue flicked against my lips, asking for permission to enter, I moaned a
little and let him inside, and felt the bigness of his own cock, throbbing
hard underneath the towel. His big hands slid down my hips, around in back,
and gently cupped the curves of my ass as we kissed deep and soft and
moist.

"Damn, you smell good, little buddy," he murmured as we sprawled out on my
bed. His towel was slung over my desk chair, my sweater and T-shirt on the
floor, my jeans undone and spread open to give the bulge in my boxer briefs
room to breathe. Ty was beautifully naked, on his side alongside me,
running his hand over the muscles of my chest, leaning in to smell my
natural scent. I was surprised as hell, never expecting him to respond so
well to something so intimately male, but when he pushed my arm up and
nosed his way into the dark, musky fur of my pit and growled contentedly, I
felt his big cock throb against my hip and couldn't help but moan in reply.

"Yeah, you sexy little fuck," he grinned, and then we were kissing deeper
as he pushed his hands inside my jeans and shoved them down my legs. I
kicked free of them and rolled into him, loving the deep grunt from inside
his big chest as we sucked on each other's tongues and slid our hands all
over each other.

We passed a good solid ten minutes like that, broing out in the deepest,
most intimate way possible, just enjoying the fuck out of each other, man
to man, before we came up for air. He was sprawled out on his back, me
curled into his side, my cock hard as steel in my boxer briefs and soaking
the stretched fabric through with precum as I ground lightly into his bare,
warm hip.

"What'd you and Greg get into last night?" he asked, playing his hand over
my ass. "You let him inside of you, little dude?"

"No," I said, blushing, but smiling too, feeling kind of studly and
proud. "Not like that. I fucked him, man."

"Yeah? Fuckin' awesome, bro!" he grinned, high-fiving me, then sliding his
tongue back into my mouth for a brief, but intense kiss. "He nice and tight
for you, Sammy?"

God damn but it was hot being able to talk like this with my big bro,
hearing the manly, sexy huskiness in his voice, seeing the spark in his
eyes.

"So fuckin' tight, bro," I murmured against his lips. "Tight, and
hot... like I was tight for you, yeah?"

His eyes flashed, and he gave me this long, deep look that had me shivering
inside.

"So fuckin' tight, baby bro," he murmured. "Tightest I ever had. The best I
ever felt, little dude. Getting inside of you like that. So fuckin'
awesome."

We kissed, slow and deep and sloppy. When his hands slid inside my shorts
and tugged them down, getting me naked like him, I didn't know where this
was going, and I did not care one bit. I was down for the ride, no matter
where it went. I'd felt a little tender the whole next day after Ty copped
my cherry, but I was good to go again now. Eager, in fact.

"How's it feel, little dude?" he said quietly when we parted lips
again. "Y'know... gettin' fucked."

"Dude," I said after a moment, seeing if he really wanted to
know. "It's... intense. Hurts a little, at first. But then, like... it
just... you made me feel so fuckin' amazing inside, bro. Getting filled up
like that, you just feel so... I dunno, connected. You think it's just
gonna hurt, that you're not gonna like it... but then it just gets
amazing. Like nothing else."

I blushed again at the way I just gushed like that, just poured it all out,
but Ty just grinned, lifted my chin back up and kissed me some more. He
shifted his big thigh over the op of mine and pulled me in close, until our
cocks were hard up against each other, making us both moan.

"I think..." he said, then blushed a little himself. "I think... I want you
to fuck me, little bro."

I just stared at him. No way. Big tough linebacker Ty, wanting to get his
thick, muscular ass fucked? I mean, shit, I'd fantasized about that, of
course I had...

"Wouldn't trust anybody but you, Sammy," he said, guiding my hand down his
flank, over the big, firm swell of his powerful ass. "But I saw how I made
you cum, fucking you. Saw how your face looked when I was inside you. And
ever since, man... I just feel like I gotta know, little dude..."

This time it was me kissing him, because I had no idea what to say to
that. I just knew I wanted him, and I loved him more than I thought
possible, in the moment. Wanted to make him feel as good as he'd made me
feel. As good as Greg had told me I'd made him feel, that last night down
there.

It felt a little weird, being the one showing him something. Having my big
brother put everything in my hands, let me be the teacher. Hell, it wasn't
exactly like I was Mr. Experience or anything, but I guess I had more than
he did, when it came to this. I guided him over onto his hands and knees,
put my hands on his hips, and he moved with me instinctively, lifting that
big, sexy ass of his. I planted slow, soft kisses all over the rounded,
fleshy steel of his glutes, because who knew if or when I'd ever get
another chance at this. Then I sank my fingers deep into the flesh of his
spectacular jock ass, spread his cheeks apart, took a deep breath, then
licked from his taint to the top of his crack.

"Mmm, fuck," he moaned, shivering a little as I did it again, and again. He
was clean as a whistle, but still had that faint musk to him, mixed in with
the minty scent of my body wash. He was fucking delicious, and the more I
tasted him, the more I wanted. In my mind, I was mentally comparing the
taste of him and of Greg, who'd encouraged me to feast on his ass like a
starving man at a buffet, last night.

"I sucked Matty Evers' cock," Ty suddenly blurted, just before my tongue
lashed around the tight, furry ring of his hole, making him shiver and
moan. "Senior year, the weekend after we won the state championship."

"Yeah, bro?" I said, listening intently, waiting for him to answer all the
questions I'd had ever since we first tangled with Greg and each other, and
he'd dropped hints about his time with dudes.

"Yeah," he moaned, as I kissed his hole, licked it, tasted it. "Fuck
yeah. Slept over at his place, all weekend. After all the other dudes left,
we got into it. Sucked cock. Made out. He begged me to fuck his ass,
bro. And I did. Got his cherry. He wanted to fuck me too, but I was too
scared."

He looked over the big mass of his muscle-rounded shoulder, meeting my
eyes.

"Not scared now, little dude," he said all huskily. "Been wondering, a long
time. Since I fucked Matty. Want to know how it feels. How it feels for
you, with me inside of you. Show me, Sammy."

"Fuck yeah, big guy," I half-moaned, and then I buried my face real deep
between those epic glutes of his and licked my way inside of him.

Half of me was wondering if the dudes on either side of me were back from
their breaks yet, because goddamn, my bro was being real vocal about how
much he loved getting eaten out. The other half of me didn't give a flying
fuck about anything but the dense, rich taste of my big bro's cherry jock
stud hole, the tightness and heat of him wrapped around my thrusting,
lapping tongue as I glazed his insides with my spit. The way he moaned when
I smacked his big ass just spurred me on, and when I reached under him,
between his big, spread thighs to feel his cock, I found him superhard and
dripping. My chest swelled up with pride, knowing I could make my brother
feel this good, that I could get another man going like this two days
running. It made me want to do even better by him, so I doubled down on his
hole, lapping and thrusting and fucking his ass with my tongue until my jaw
was aching and my tongue was sore.

When I came up out of him at last, he kissed me with a hungry little noise,
sucking on my swollen tongue, getting a mouthful of his own secret
taste. He seemed to love it, and the kiss descended into a sloppy, dripping
pigout between us, as I fumbled in my bedside drawer for my lube.

"You sure about this, big bro?" I half-panted as I uncapped the bottle and
streamed it over my fingers, then rubbed it onto his pulsating hole. I felt
him open up and let my finger in, watching his eyes flutter as he fucked
himself down on my digit.

"Yeah, man," he moaned, then kissed me again. "Fuckin' do it. Do me."

I slicked my aching hard cock with one hand while I probed and lubed his
hole with a second finger, half prepping him, half teasing him, stroking up
inside of him until I found the mound of his prostate, then stroking over
that, loving the way his mouth fell open and his body bucked up beneath me.

"Should I wrap it, bro?" I asked as I rubbed his spot.

"You rubber up with Greg?" he panted. I nodded. "Then no. Not for us,
little dude. Just you and me. Nothing else between us. I wanna feel
you. All of you."

I couldn't help but growl at that, and then again when he rolled his big,
sexy ass over and pushed that beautiful ass up and back at me, an animal in
heat.

"Do it, little dude," he murmured. "Fuck my ass, baby bro."

"Just breathe deep, relax, and bear down a little," I murmured as I lined
the slicked-up head of my pulsing cock to the shiny knot of his hole. I
felt the ring of his ass give a little, like it was kissing the tip of my
cock. He surprised me by grunting deep and pushing back on me, and then I
was inside of him.

"Oh my fuckin' damn," he moaned as I slid into him, surprising us both, I
think. I could feel him trying to fight it and take it at the same time,
and I smoothed my free hand over the big, tense muscles of his back, up the
back of his neck, rubbing the back of his head tenderly. I'd seen his
girlfriends do that to him and knew how much he liked it, and it sure
seemed to work, as I felt him give a little more and let another inch of me
inside of him.

I really wanted to plow his big ass, just fuck with total abandon, but this
wasn't some rando - this was my big bro, the guy who'd taken my cherry with
skill and care and a kind of tenderness, and I wanted it to be the same way
for him. I let him tell me when it was good, when it hurt, when I could
push on, and we worked together, talking and grunting and moaning, until I
was all the way inside of him. Damn. It was all I could do not to cum,
looking down at my dark bush nestled up tight against his ass, feeling him
so hot and tight and slick, all wrapped around my cock. I grunted, then
smoothed my hands all over his big back, up to his shoulders as I slowly
leaned over him and pressed my lips to his neck.

"You got all of me, bro," I murmured, kissing his hot skin, testing the
salt of the fresh sweat he was breaking. "All my cock inside you, big
guy. You feel so fuckin' awesome, dude..."

Ty craned his head back, his face flushed, lips moist, eyes needy, and we
managed a deep, wet, grunting kiss. Then I got to work, pulling back most
of the way, before filling him back up again. Again and again, building up
a rhythm, until his grunts of discomfort turned into moans of pleasure that
matched mine, until the slap of my hips against his big, muscle-thick ass
echoed off the walls.

"Wanna see you, Sammy," he moaned after several minutes. "Wanna see your
face..."

I pulled all the way back out of him, my cock throbbing and angry,
frustrated, and Ty quickly rolled over, spread his thighs wide, and curled
his lower body up. He had this amazing look on his face, a mix of pleasure
and need and confusion and awe, and when I pushed my cockhead back to his
hole and slid all the way back inside of him again, he moaned and grinned
and let his eyes roll back as I sank to the root inside of his welcoming
depths.

The headboard was thumping rhythmically against the wall now, the constant
thump-thump-thump backed up with our moans, grunts, the wet sounds of our
hungry kisses. Ty's hands roamed up and down my sides, my back, down to the
flexing muscles of my ass as I bred his, spurring me on.

"Yeah, fuck me, little stud," he moaned. "Make me cum like I made you cum,
bro. Fuck my load out of me."

"Yeah, you gonna cum for me, big bro?" I panted. "Want to get bred by your
baby brother, huh big guy?"

"Aw fuck yeah," he growled, pulling my head in to kiss me, all sloppy and
hungry, and that kiss coupled with everything else was just about enough to
do me in.

"Shoot for me, big bro," I grunted, wrapping my hand around the big, slick
curve of his hard cock and thumbing the precum-soaked head. "Show me,
Ty-bo."

"Oh little dude," he whimpered. "Gonna cummmmm..."

And he did. His pecs and abs flexed up hard, like a statue, as his face
flushed bright red, and I felt his cock spasm in my hand before it started
to jet his thick cum all over the flex of his abs. His hole clutched around
my cock rhythmically, in time with each spurt, and the feel of that and the
sight of his big body sprayed with his thick stud cum pulled me over the
line with him.

"Aw bro, here I cum," I moaned, and I thrust up hard inside of him and let
loose.

Jesus. I thought I'd nutted pretty fuckin' hard up inside Greg last
night. But this felt like a whole new level of cum. The knowledge I was
flooding my studly big brother's guts with my boys just intensified it even
further.

I was still inside of him, still hard, when he slung his big arms around me
and pulled me into him to kiss, slow and deep, his thick tongue dancing
slowly with mine as his warm cum squished between us.

"Jesus fuck," he grunted. "You throw a hell of a fuck, little dude."

He slowly ruffled the hair on the back of my head as we stared at each
other, smiling.

"You're a hell of a lay, Ty-bo," I grinned, leaning in to feed him my
tongue. He grunted back at me, rolling us onto our sides as he kissed me
right back, and we just lay like that, making out all slow and sloppy, my
cock sliding out of him as we got a little lost in it together.

"Well shit, now I need a shower all over again," he chuckled. "You gonna
join me this time?"

"Fuckin' A," I said, clambering up off the bed and reaching down to take
his hand and pull him up with me. He kept hold of my hand as I led him back
to the little bathroom, and the feel of his fingers laced into mine sent a
warm glow all through me.

"Hell of a vacation, bro," he said as we stood under the spray, the two of
us squeezed into the little stall together, arms around each other's
waists. I don't know how clean we were getting, but it didn't matter. "Got
to see Costa Rica, got to have some fun, got each other's cherries..."

"And we got paid too, don't forget, dude," I grinned, and he chuckled
before leaning in to kiss me, slow and deep and warm. I felt his cock
stirring, which set mine going again too. Unbelievable, given all the fun
we'd had these past few days - all the fun we'd had this past hour - but
hey, we were big, healthy young dudes. Dudes who were into each other. It
would've been weird if we didn't get hard again.

"Kinda hate for it to be over," he said, looking genuinely bummed as I ran
my soapy hands over the sticky muscles of his chest and stomach.

"So, uh... why don't you stay tonight, bro?" I asked, blushing a little.

"Yeah, little dude?" he said, smiling slowly, and then he leaned in and
pressed his lips to the side of my neck, making me shiver as he kissed his
way up to my ear. "Keep it going, just between us bros, huh?"

"Fuck yeah... for one more night, at least," I said, letting out a little
grunt as he nuzzled his lips right at that spot below the hinge of my
jaw. Feeling my cock fully boned again, right up alongside his.

"At least, baby bro," he murmured into my ear. "One more night... and we'll
see what happens after that, little dude."

"Fuck yeah, big guy," I grunted, and our mouths met in a deep, slow,
probing kiss. Yeah, we could keep it going, alright. Keep it going, and see
what would happen next.

-- The End --