Date: Thu, 22 Dec 2016 12:47:19 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101@yahoo.com
Subject: 12 Tales of Christmas: Bearing Gifts

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*****

"I got you something," Miller said, looking over at me with a mysterious
grin.

"Oh yeah?" I smiled, sitting up on the bed.

We'd been chilling, talking, catching up while he unpacked, and honestly, I
was just really into watching his big, muscular body shift and flex as he
moved around. He knew I was watching him too, and I knew he liked that, so
this was a good time for both of us. It hadn't taken long for him to lose
his shirt - it shouldn't have been so warm this close to Christmas, but it
was the South, and apparently the El Nino thing was fucking with the
weather patterns. I wondered if I was ever gonna see another white
Christmas. But hell, if it meant my big brother wearing nothing but shorts,
that was just fine by me.

"I was gonna wait a week, but... I think maybe you might not want to open
this in front of the folks," he grinned, and now he really had my interest.

I watched his biceps flex as he pulled the heavy backpack up off the floor
effortlessly, and pull the top open. The Corps had done his body good, but
he'd always been a tough, hard-bodied stud, so all the extra muscle and
definition was just the cherry on the sundae, for me. Made him even hotter
to watch. I heard the crinkle of plastic, and then he pulled it out and
tossed it to me, a white Dubai Duty Free shopping bag with something soft
inside.

"Dude, what is it?" I asked, excited, even though I was already unwrapping
the rolled-up bag. And then I got it open, and felt my cock chub hard in my
shorts.

"Something special just for you," he grinned, standing there with his hands
on his hips, looking like a god.

I pulled out a pair of brown Under Armour boxer briefs, letting out a soft
noise of pleasure as I felt the fabric.

"I wore them all the way to DC for ya, buddy," he said, stepping over to
sit by me on the side of the bed, his thick thigh pressing easily against
mine. "Changed them out before I got on the connecting flight."

I grunted again and lifted his shorts to my face. Sure enough, there were
the traces of his scent - his sweat, his balls, his cock. Him. Not rank,
just manly. I felt his hand come to rest on my thigh, giving it a squeeze
and a slow, friendly rub.

"Yeah, I thought you might enjoy those," he chuckled. "But there's more,
kiddo."

"Dude..." I half-moaned again as I reached in and found another pair. And
another. Near-identical, all with a slightly different scent to them. It
was like the world's greatest three-pack of underwear, and I might have
been the only guy my age who was happy to receive undies for Christmas.

"This pair is Mike Hollins'," he said, pointing to the ones in my right
hand. "And those are Max Fujita's."

"What... how?" I stuttered, so horny and surprised, I could barely speak.

He just grinned at me, pulled out his phone, and showed me a picture. Two
Marines facing his camera, wearing their camo, crammed into what looked
like a handicapped bathroom stall. I could see Hollins and Fujita's
nametags on their chests, square jaws with big smiles above that. And
below, their pants unbuttoned and pushed down, showing the very same
underwear I was holding in my hands. Packed with thick tubes of Marine
cock. Their shirts were pulled up to show the goods off - Fujita was
smooth-skinned, with compact, defined muscles, while Hollins was bigger,
with a solid-muscled stomach, thick thighs, lots of blond hair over pale
skin.

I thought that was hot enough, but then Miller swiped to the next item in
the gallery. A video, shot in the same bathroom stall. "Hope you enjoy the
presents, Carson," Hollins said with a big grin. "Merry Christmas, bro,"
Fujita said. Then they turned to face each other and kissed, tongues thick
and wet. Holy fuck. I'd seen pics of them on Miller's Facebook, the big
corn-fed blond football jock and the hot, compact Japanese-American
wrestler type, and I knew they and Miller were tight. But not this tight.

The video was real quick, just the greetings and the kiss, and already I
had my hand on my epically hard bulge, ready to jack off. But then again, I
had questions. So many questions.

"Y-you told them about us, bro?" I asked.

"Not in so many words," Miller said. "We got shitfaced one night on leave
in Dubai, and the three of us were already, well, real close, and things
just kind of came out. Hollins has a little bro too, and Fujita's an only
child, but he sure wishes he had one. One like you, Carse."

"Shittttt," I murmured, picturing the three of them, drinking and kissing,
and more. My hand was squeezing the bulge in my shorts again.

"So they know about you and me, yeah, buddy," Miller said, leaning in to
brush his lips against my ear, in that way he knew got me all shivery
inside. "And they're very cool about it. And if you like what they sent
you, well, there's always more..."

I didn't know what to say, just that I was full of a mix of love and
horniness and gratitude and incredulity. So I did the next best thing, and
lunged in to kiss my big brother's smiling lips. He grunted as my body
collided with his, but then his big hands grabbed hold of my lats to steady
me as we fed each other tongues, grunting and moaning into the kiss. Miller
was the one who'd taught me how to kiss properly, and even beyond his hard
body and thick cock and tight, big-muscled ass, it was the one thing I
missed most about him. The tension between us had been electric ever since
the airport this afternoon, waiting for a chance to be alone so we could
great each other properly.

"This is fucking awesome, dude," I murmured when we disconnected, Miller's
big hand rubbing over my close-cropped hair as he grinned at me.

"Glad you like, little bro," he said. "So... why don't you try `em on?
You're built like Fujita... his might be the best fit."

God, I loved how my big brother just got me so well, and encouraged me
too. He liked all this as much as I did. I grinned, stood up, let him see
the big tent in my shorts as I undid them and let them drop, loving the way
his eyes roved over my hard-muscled body. I'd been working out extra-hard
in advance of him coming home, and I knew he'd loved how tight and firm and
smooth I was before he deployed last time, but I could see from his eyes
and the way he subtly licked his lower lip that he was very into the way
I'd hardened up since then. He reached out and grazed his fingers over the
tube of my cock in the little white briefs I wore especially for him, the
ones he'd gotten me over the summer before he left again.

"Goddamn, but you're beautiful, little buddy," he murmured, and I smiled
and pushed my hips out for him to continue exploring my big young
cockbulge. Then I put Hollins and Fujita's underwear down, and picked his
up.

"I'll definitely wear theirs, bro," I said. "But these are the ones I
really want."

I shucked my briefs, watching Miller's eyes as he tracked the movement of
my freed cock, and then slipped his fresh-worn UAs up my athletic
thighs. They were smooth and almost silky, the synthetic fabric designed
for hot-weather climates, and the feeling of them on my skin made my cock
leak at the tip, sending a buzz through my balls and loins. Miller was
thicker and more powerfully built than me, with a big muscular ass and
thick, powerful thighs, so his shorts were a little looser on me. But when
my cock nestled into the pouch where his had been recently, throbbing and
hard, it showed in the bigger underwear just fine.

"What do you think, bro?" I said quietly, smoothing the fabric down over my
hips so it stretched even tighter across my cock. Already, I was making a
little dark spot of moisture in the shiny brown fabric.

"I think you look fucking incredible, baby brother," Miller murmured, eyes
locked on his shorts on me. "And I think you need to come here, right
fucking now."

I stood between his big, brawny thighs, one foot on the floor, one knee on
the edge of the mattress, straddling his thigh, as I held his handsome face
in my hands and swapped spit-slicked tongues with him. His big, rough hands
roamed over my body, feeling my newly bigger muscles, all hard-carved and
defined like his, just at 7/8 scale. They roved down to cup my ass,
squeezing it deeply and slowly as he grunted appreciatively into my mouth,
and then ran down my hips, my outer thighs, finding the bottom of the
shorts legs.

The little bit of looseness from where his big thighs had stretched the
fabric out sure came in handy, as he pushed his fingers up inside the legs
of the shorts, up the hard bulge of my quads, his palms warm and moist with
sweat as they searched up to squeeze the long muscles. the fabric started
to bunch up as he pushed up deeper, his kissing getting hungrier, wetter as
he stroked up to my hips inside the shorts, buried forearm-deep in them as
his big hands moved over to feel the hard flex of my ass, and the deep
indents formed by the muscles I'd been squatting so hard to build up for
him.

We never stopped kissing, and I rested my forearms on his big shoulders as
h drew me in closer, his hands fully squeezing my glutes as I ground the
hard bulge of my cock against the big, thickly defined ripples of his
muscular stomach.

"So fuckin' beautiful," he grunted when we finally parted lips, me licking
his spit from mine as he groped and stroked my had-flexed ass. "I missed
you like crazy, baby brother."

"Missed the hell out of you too, big bro," I murmured back, grazing my lips
over his teasingly. "Been saving it for you, y'know."

"Shit, for real?" he said, eyebrows arching in surprise. "An ass like this?
Damn, I bet you were fighting `em off, kid."

"Not exactly, dude," I chuckled. "I've had offers, sure. But I wanted it to
be yours for now, man. You're the one who took it the first time. Seemed
like the least I could do while you were over there, fighting for us
all. Like... a gift for you, bro."

"Ah buddy," he said, leaning up to kiss me, deep and passionate, his tongue
thick with his spit as he fed it to me lustily.

"Do I get to open my present early?" he grinned, giving my glutes an
extra-meaningful squeeze.

"Just because you've been a good boy," I grinned back.

"Not entirely, you know," he smirked.

"That makes it even better," I said, leaning in to feed him my tongue this
time.

The only thing that felt better than Miller's big, uncut cock was his
tongue, slowly lapping up my cleft through his underwear, tasting his sweat
and manscent embedded in the fabric, making him growl hungrily and probe
even deeper, pressing against my tight hole through the material, making us
both moan with lust. I pushed my ass back against his face, and he clapped
his hands onto both sides of it appreciatively, digging his fingers into
the flesh and the muscle and licking even harder at my hole. These shorts
were supposed to wick moisture away, and I wondered where to, and then I
thought of all Miller's spit pooling around my cock and balls and taint and
inner thighs, and I just had to reach under and grope myself.

"Wish I could fuck you right through these shorts, kid," he grunted in my
ear as he ground his cock up against my spit-soaked crack. He'd lost his
shorts, and I guess he'd been freeballing ever since him and his buds had
shucked their UAs in that Dulles restroom. The thought of the three studs
freeballing inside their Marine uniforms as they flew home on their
connecting flights drove me a little more nuts, and knowing Miller, I knew
he was probably leaking a nice steady stream of precum inside his uniform
pants the entire time. I'd have to check them out later on...

"Wish you could too, bro," I moaned, turning my head for a quick, hungry,
tongue-lashing kiss.

He growled hungrily and tugged on the waistband of the UAs, pulling them
down the curves of my ass before pushing his handsome face back into my
cleft, and the sensation of his wide, thick tongue lapping up and down my
sweaty cleft was intense as fuck. He feasted on me, my scent and his all
mixed up, glazing my crack with thick spit as he huffed and slurped and
grunted and sniffed, pigging out with animal intensity as his tongue found
my hole and dug in.

My cock was flowing precum, throbbing steadily inside the crotch of his
shorts, the fabric pulled even tighter across my leaking cockhead now that
the back of the UAs were pulled down. I had to stop touching myself,
because the sensations were too intense, and this show had only just
begun. When Miller's tongue wormed its way up inside my eager hole, though,
it was a close fucking call. I had to grip the bedspread in my fists and
push my face down into them to muffle my intense moan as he Frenched my
hole, making his own happy, manly sounds as he made out with it, exploring
it, probing as deep as he could with the muscle of his tongue. I'd cleaned
myself out real good in hopes of this happening, and I was not disappointed
as he feasted on me.

"Fuck me, Mill," I moaned after several solid teasing minutes of the royal
treatment. "C'mon bro, fill me up with that big cock, man."

"Yeah, little buddy," he panted, his breath hot and humid on my neck and
shoulders. "You missed your big bro's fuckin' Marine cock, huh little
stud?"

Damn, I loved it when he got all revved up like this, talking like a porn
star as he slapped his steely, dripping cock against my crack with a loud
thwacking sound, before probing the head against my hole. I pushed my ass
up and back, hiking it up to show him how much I'd missed it, and him. How
much his little brother craved being filled by him. How my ass belonged to
him, now and always.

I heard him spit, felt the hot, wet splat of it on my cleft right above my
hole, slowly sliding down. More spiting, making me moan again, and then the
feeling of his fat cockhead again, now all slimed with a thick wad of his
spit, probing a little more. I'd been fingering myself, playing with toys,
doing anything I could to keep my hole trained and ready for this moment,
ever since the last time last summer. I could take him with just spit and
determination now. But for all his sexual beastliness, Miller was a
considerate dude - a lover, not just a fucker. I felt his cockhead pull
away briefly, the bed shifting under me as he moved around, the sound of
his bedside drawer opening, the cap of his lube popping open. And then the
cool stream of it, drizzling down my cleft like honey, followed by the feel
of his fingers stroking it into my hole, pushing it up inside of me while
he glazed his big dick with even more of it.

Then, the heat of his big, brawny body over mine as he leaned in and
nuzzled the nape of my neck, up to my ear, tongue flicking at the spot just
behind it that drive me nuts, made me moan.

"Been thinking of this for months now, baby brother," he whisper-growled in
my ear, lips and tongue lightly flicking the edge of it. "Thinking about
your tight little jock bro hole, baby. And my cock inside of it."

"You and me both, fucker," I panted back, pushing my hole back against his
throbbing, slick tip, feeling him start to push inside. Pressure, tingling,
anticipation, all building inside of me.

"So here we go then, little buddy," he panted, and pushed, and I moaned as
his big, throbbing Marine cock finally breached my ring and slid up inside
me, thick and hot and intense as hell.

It had been too long for both of us for it to last a long time, but we
could do slow and deep later. We had a week of his leave for that. For now,
we just focused on the need, the sensation, the intensity of our bro
reunion. His grunts, my moans. The sound of his sturdy hips slapping
against my ass. It was a good thing the bedroom was on the other end of the
house from Mom and Dad, because as much as we tried to be quiet, sometimes
you just get into that zone, y'know? Fucking like men fuck. Growling,
cussing, talking dirty. His hands locked tight on my hips as he drove
himself up inside of me, and I fucked myself back on him with just as much
intensity.

"God, you're so fuckin' tight, baby," he grunted. "Like the first time."

"Fuck yeah... you copping my cherry, bro, like the fuckin' stud you are," I
moaned. "Big fuckin' brother cock, taking your little bro's cherry with
it..."

That drew a deep, lusty growl from him, and a series of hard, deep, quick
thrusts that had my eyes nearly crossing.

"You gonna cum in my fuckin' shorts, baby?" he grunted. "Nut in your big
bro's undies for him?"

"Yeah, you want that, bro?" I panted. "Little bro's cum in your Marine
shorts? Send you back with `em all loaded up with your baby brother's cum?"

Yeah, he'd taught me how to talk dirty, and I knew just what to say to get
him really rolling. All the same shit that got me rolling. Fuck, I loved
having a brother so much like me.

"Awwww fuck yeah," he growled. "And maybe... just maybe... I can get
Hollins and Fujita to come to DC early... before we all fly back... get a
hotel room... and introduce you to my battle bros..."

"Fuck yes, dude!" I moaned, and he chuckled and gave my ass a solid smack,
then reached around my hip, underneath me, to find the aching, throbbing
bulge of my cock straining at the pouch of his underwear, leaking like
crazy.

"Cum for me, baby brother," he growled in my ear as he started to rub and
squeeze my bulge, sliding his hand over the silky synthetic fabric encasing
it. "Cum in big bro's shorts. Like I been doing for you the last six months
kid... in these exact shorts..."

"Oh dude," I moaned, and then he rubbed his palm over the leaking tip of my
cock in a circular motion and suckled on my earlobe as he thrust his thick
cock up into me real deep, and I came. Fuck, I came and came, as his hips
locked in tight against my ass, holding his cock in place, throbbing inside
of me as I tightened up all around him in the throes of my cum. He tilted
my head around to meet him and clamped his lips to mine, letting me moan
into him, absorbing the sounds of my cum, breathing them in as his tongue
scoured my mouth. Then he started to grunt, deep and animalistic, and I
swore I could almost feel his cum starting to flood my insides, as I spewed
my hot load into his shorts, soaking them against his stroking palm.

We stayed locked in place like that for a couple of minutes, our kiss
slowing, mellowing, his body covering mine almost protectively, as our
cocks twitched and leaked the last drops. This felt just as good as
everything else, the slow, deep connected moments, and I kind of hated it
when his cock softened and he slowly extracted it from me. His big hands
went to my hips and gently guided me over onto my back, splayed out across
his bed, glazed with sweat, my chest still heaving, a dazed, happy grin on
my face. I looked down at the pouch of his UAs, soaked through with my cum
and pasted down to the softening mound of my cock.

"Damn, it's starting to cool, bro," I chuckled as the cum started to flow
down over my cock and balls with the change in position.

"Can't have that, little bro," he grinned, giving me a wink as he dropped
to his knees beside the bed and reached for the front of his shorts,
flipping them down to reveal my cum-pasted cock, half my load still
clinging to the inside of the pouch. Then his handsome, sweaty face dipped
in low, and I moaned again as he ran his fat tongue all over the tingling,
softening length of my cock, down over my balls, cleaning up my little
brother cum, before dipping into the pouch and scooping up what was left
there, too. It was almost enough to get me hard again immediately, and I
knew I'd replay the sight in my mind probably for the rest of my life.

My mouth was already open, eager to receive him as he slid up my body,
covering me with hard muscles and sweat and heat as he fed me my load on
his tongue. I clutched the big, hard muscles of his ass as we writhed
together, pigging out happily with each other as we swapped our spit and my
cum back and forth, until it was all gone and he rolled over onto his back
beside me, his thick fingers finding mine and interlacing with them,
squeezing.

"Hell of a homecoming," he chuckled, and I laughed with him.

"Hey, Christmas comes but once a year, right?" I said.

"Maybe, but I hope you can go more than that," he said, running his hand
down the muscles of my stomach and into the sticky mess of my crotch,
making my cock throb dimly all over again. "I know I sure can."

"You fuckin' better," I laughed. "Besides, I'm sure you'd like to see me
fill up those little briefs you got me, right? Maybe send them back over
with you, bro."

"God damn I love you, you hot little fucker," he grinned, coming in to kiss
me with deep, focused intensity. "And hey, don't forget - you need to get
Hollins and Fujita a little something too."

"Oh, I'm on it, dude," I smiled, kissing him this time. "I'm sure you can
help me get them just the right thing, bro."

His leg shifted around a little, his foot scouring the floor, and then he
hooked my discarded briefs with his toes and lifted them up to grab them,
before folding his studly body over mine, rubbing the little white undies
up my body as he came in close.

"Let's get mine squared away first though, baby bro," he grinned, and we
set to work doing just that.