Date: Thu, 25 Feb 2016 12:25:02 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101@yahoo.com
Subject: The Real Thing

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*****

I'd pretty much reached the end of my patience with Trav. Ever since he'd
had his growth spurt, started really getting his muscles, more solid growth
in his young fur, he'd gotten to be a real pain in the ass. Always
flaunting himself around, an innocent look on his cute, still-boyish face,
like he was totally unaware of his emerging hotness. Well, bull fucking
shit. He knew exactly how he looked, his hot little baseball jock body, his
big pouty red lips - dick-sucking lips, bigtime. I'd often whacked out a
nice thick load imagining those pouty dick-sucking lips wrapped round my
shaft, mostly because it was kind of amusing to imagine doing it. But also,
hey, I'm just a man, after all - and brother or not, the kid was hot as
hell. And he knew it, and he was really getting into showing it off.

We were down here with the folks, celebrating Dad's big promotion. I was a
broke college student, I wasn't turning down a trip to Mexico, no way, even
if it meant sharing a room with my little bro. Of course, that was the
price - having to put up with his shenanigans. Checking himself out in the
mirror while pretending he wasn't, messing with his shaggy, thick hair for
a solid half-hour before he'd leave the room, always adjusting his board
shorts so they rode juuuuust on top of his high, tight, rounded ass, low on
his trim hips, showing off the new V of muscle above his groin, even
sometimes a little hint of his glossy brown bush. Little fucker. I was
horny as hell, jacking off two, three times a day - I dunno, something
about being on vacation, the sun, the cheap beer, had me raring to go all
the damn time. I'd managed to hook up with a hot Mexican waiter, and I had
my eye on a young dad staying at our hotel who also had a bit of an eye on
me. I was looking pretty good myself, even though I wasn't playing sports
regularly anymore, because there was an awesome gym at my school and I was
too broke to do much but lift most of the time anyway.

So yeah, I was horny as fuck, in close quarters with my hot little teenage
brother, and god damn if the little fucker wasn't just a natural flirt, but
it felt like he was flirting with me. Teasing me. Testing his power. It was
subtle, but it was definitely there, and after nearly a week of it, I'd had
enough. Take today, at lunch, Trav all draped out in his chair at the patio
table, resting his hands up behind his head, showing off those neat little
tufts of dark pit fur he was so proud of, a look on his face like butter
wouldn't melt in his mouth. Mom and Dad were oblivious, possibly drunk, and
I sucked down a beer myself as I tried not to indulge him by checking him
out. Wearing sunglasses helped. But the more I seemed to ignore him, the
more he seemed to turn towards me, until just about anybody could see he
was showing off to me. Flexing his tight smooth muscles subtly. Stretching
way more than was necessary. Then finally, he pushed it too far while we
were waiting for the check to come, brushing his newly hairy knee up
against mine under the table. Moving it up and down a little. Not pulling
away. I turned, gave him a long, direct look, a hard stare. The kind of
once-over a man gives another man. He suddenly gave a sheepish look, went
to pull his knee away, but I reached under the table and grabbed it
firmly. Held it where it was.

"Guys, I think Trav and me are gonna go check out the game room," I said to
our parents, never breaking my stare or my hold on my little
brother. Giving him a slow, toothy smile. Like a shark.

"That's nice, boys," Mom said, rooting around in her purse for sunblock.

"Have a good time, and no alcohol, Travis," Dad said, signing the check.

"But -" Trav started to protest, before I grabbed his wrist and pulled him
up out of his chair. Away from the table. I was stronger and bigger, and
his efforts to pull free from my grasp were laughable. He pissed and moaned
and half-heartedly struggled as I marched him back to our room, but I think
he knew what was coming. Yeah, I think he was a little scared. But he
didn't try too hard to break loose.

"You want to show off, little bro?" I growled as I kicked the door closed
behind us. Pushed him up against the wall by the big mirror he loved to
check himself out in. Not too rough, but with some determination. "You just
love being a little cocktease, don't you, kid?"

"Dude, Billy, the fuck -" he started, but I clamped my hand over his mouth,
pushed his wrists up with the other hand, exposing those delicious little
pits of his. His deodorant had worn off in the sea, and he smelled nice and
natural, musky, not rank. Enticing. His eyes were big and brown,
shocked. His nips were big and red, and stiffening a little. Interesting.

I leaned in and lapped my tongue slowly across each big red nip, bigger
than quarters, loving his stifled little whimper. A sound of surprise, of
pleasure. I kept it up, long, slow, wet drags of my tongue over each red
tit, making the nubs spark up, stiffening more, hard little points like
pencil erasers. Lavished those nips with my tongue, until his whimpers had
changed over to moans. Lifted my hand from his mouth, looked into his eyes,
trailed my fingertips lightly through the tuft of fur in his left pit. He
squirmed a little, grunted, but I still had his wrists pinned above him. He
really wasn't trying to pull away.

"You've been showing off to everything with two legs and a pulse, ever
since we got here," I murmured in a low, steely voice. "Even to me. Your
own big brother. You get a kick out of that, you hot little fuck?"

He tried to stutter out an answer, failed, so I leaned in and lapped slowly
up his exposed pit. First the left, loving the salty, musky taste of him,
the tickle of that thick young fur across my tongue. He quivered and moaned
again, writhing in my grasp, and I felt the brush of a very hard teenage
baseball jock cock up against my thigh. Very interesting indeed. So I
lapped my way up the right pit, and this time he found his words.

"Ah bro," he moaned, that husky, unmistakeable sound of a horny
teen. "Dude, I never -"

"You shut the fuck up, play along, and quit being a preening little bitch,
and there's a whole bunch of things we can do, bro," I growled. "All kinds
of things you never."

He gaped at me, then a slow, horny grin broke out. Fuck, he was undeniably
cute. He couldn't help it - he was born that way. But being cute wasn't
enough - cute was for boys. If he wanted to be hot, he had to be a man, and
the best way to do that was be with another man. At least, that was my
philosophy, and it had worked out pretty damn well for me so far.

Then he surprised me, leaning in to brush his lips against mine, and with a
hungry growl, I pushed him back into the wall, kissed him properly,
slipping him my tongue, all salty and musky with his sweat, his pheromones,
my spit. He took it hungrily, eagerly, kissed me back with the kind of
skill I wished I'd had at his age. Fuck, looked like he was ready to do
this. I let go of his wrists, brought one of his hands down to cup my
bulge, let him feel my seven thick, hard inches, throbbing away in my board
shorts for him. He moaned into my mouth, pressed his own big young bulge
harder into my hip - big, but I was bigger at his age. We kissed harder,
and I undid his shorts, then mine. They fell to the tile floor in a damp,
salty lump, and I kicked them aside as I let him feel me up too, like I was
doing to him.

It took a lot of spit, a long time lapping away between his perfect
peach-fuzzed jock cheeks - not that it was any kind of hardship, I fucking
love eating ass - but I got his hole super slick, dripping with my spit,
and with an assist from the lube in my shaving kit, he was ready for
me. Ready to be fucked. Ready for his big bro to make him into a man.

I could have fucked his sexy little ass on the bed - and did, repeatedly,
the rest of the trip, his bed and mine - but this first time, I spun him
around, his hands planted to the wall like he was getting frisked, facing
the big mirror, my hands holding tight to his trim waist, teasing my
dripping wet cocktip against the slicked-up sweetness of his tight little
pucker. Tight, but not as tight as it was half an hour ago. If he wanted it
bad enough... and it turned out, he did want it pretty bad. Even I was
surprised with the ease my cock slid up inside that perfect little tail,
once I broke through the initial resistance. I slid up inside him, filling
him, watching his face react in the mirror in front of us.

"Yeah, you like looking at yourself, right baby brother?" I murmured
huskily in his ear, nuzzling it, watching the sweat starting to roll down
both our faces. I leaned in, lapped up a long bead of it from his cheek,
and he moaned lustily at me, pressing that ass back more to meet me. I
laughed, pushed up, harder, until he was absolutely stuffed full of big
brother cock. Let him adjust to it - I wasn't a total sadist - then pulled
my hips back most of the way, loving his hungry, horny face as I emptied
him most of the way - then the satisfied smile he got when I thrust slow
and steady, all the way back up inside. Oh yeah - he was gonna make a great
fucking bottom.

"Dude, bro, fuck, this is awesome," he moaned, and I buried my nose in that
thick tangle of sweaty hair, inhaled his scent, then pulled his head back
to kiss him, long and wet and noisy. He kissed me back hungrily, getting
right into it.

"Show me, bro," he murmured against my lips, smiling, no longer being vain
and cutesy - just my hot little brother again, hungry and horny and happy.
I knew this was gonna be a much better trip from now on. So I started to
show him how good it could be when you quit flirting around, and got down
to the real thing, like men do.