Date: Sat, 3 Aug 2019 03:02:14 +0000 (UTC) From: Tague Micheals Subject: One Year Gone XVI A more detailed description of the young boys fucking is in Brothers Loving Brothers, chapter 5. N-joi Hugs, Tag_m ~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Neither Smokey, nor I, were in any big hurry to get our little brother's asses filled with our sperm. Instead, we both simply got a nice steady rhythm going, loving our boys with tenderness and consideration. That I was fucking Gideon was amazing to me and I seemed to revel each time I thrust my pulsing hard cock into his compact body. Gideon's arms were hooked around my neck but mostly just sort of hanging there, he wasn't like, gripping me or anything. "How are you doing baby boy," I asked quietly. Of course he took his time to ponder the question before he answered, the length of time being maybe 10 thrusts of my cock. "Oh fuck Colt, it's almost too hard to explain he said quietly. "The short version is that I'm great, really great but it's more than that. It seems like I have feelings not just in my heart, or my brain or my cock but everywhere. Even my toes are kinda tingly. I can't believe I'm here and you're fucking me but here we are. I love you so much Colt, more than before." He stopped there and I could almost see his brain synapses firing underneath that blond hair. "No, not more, just deeper or more intense or something. I don't know. "I just know that you're loving me, you're fucking me is the best thing I've ever done." Next to us, Smokey and Stormy were also talking softly to each other and I assumed that it was sweet nothings but didn't have any interest in their conversation. My face was above my little brother's so I lowered it and we kissed, a soft gentle kiss, as I continued to fuck him. "I need to move my legs Colt," Gideon mumbled so I stopped to allow him to move and then stretch his legs out. He then brought them back and held the knees alongside my hips. I continued to fuck Gideon, pushing as deep into his butt as I could manage. I finally changed out my position and moved my body farther up along his so that our faces were no longer above each other and his was under my chest with his arms wrapped around my back below my arms. It felt a little strange, like I was smothering him, but I wasn't, more like enveloping my little brother. I made us closer physically but it also seemed to make us closer emotionally, at least it did me. I couldn't speak for Gideon in the moment except to say that he seemed quite disposed to the position. "Raise your chest a little Colt," I heard him mumble from beneath me. I did was he asked then felt his tongue lick my nipple. It felt weird but it shouldn't have since Stormy had something similar not a half hour before. Maybe it was because it was happening while I was fucking. Maybe it was because it was Gideon. I didn't know, and I didn't particularly care. "God ahead and fuck me hard Smokey," I heard Stormy groan out. I glanced over and saw his head sort of lolled over toward me, his eyes closed but an expression that looked like a mix of pleasure and pain on his beautiful smooth face. I knew for certain that it wasn't pain. That was long gone and by then it was just the pleasure of being fucked by a huge fat cock. Smokey was pretty much covering his brother in the same manner that I was covering mine although his head was still directly above Stormy's. My lover was using most of his prodigious pecker to fuck his little brother, pulling a good 7 inches out then slamming it back in, deep into Stormy's bowels. Smokey's fucking action was moving their bodies up the sleeping bag ever so slightly each time he bottomed out inside Stormy. Gideon started whimpering each time I thrust back inside of him and it wasn't a sound of pain but of pleasure. It spurred me on to begin to fuck him harder. It spurred me on to breed him, to breed my little brother, in some sort of bonding exercise. All of sudden he stopped licking my nipple and began to suck on it as if he was a baby at a titty. Waves of pleasure radiated out from my nipple and flooded through my body. It was an incredible feeling. Who knew that a boys' nipples could be such a sensitive playground; I certainly didn't. I kept on fucking him like that, with Gideon sucking on my tit, until he stopped and muttered something. I slid my body back down, freeing up his smooth young face. "I think I can cum Colt," my brother panted. He snaked a hand down between us and I could feel him take hold of his boner and begin to stroke it. I started to fuck Gideon hard, slamming my cock into him, grinding my ass from time to time but mostly just trying to fuck the shit out of him. Gideon's panting became quicker, the grunts and moans from my thrusting became louder. Next to us the same thing was happening. Stormy was moaning like a whore in heat (is there such a thing) and telling his brother to pound his ass, fuck his tight pussy, load his cunt with cum. I would have chuckled at those statements if it hadn't been that I was so far up in a fog of hotness nothing short of an earthquake or cumming would let me come down. The sounds of our bodies colliding got louder and more sharp as all four of us closed in on cumming. Gideon was the first to cum, screaming out much like he had a half hour before. Like every other time I'd fucked a boy, I could feel Gideon's asshole clamp down on my cock with each pulse of his cumming. And, like almost every other time, it made me cum too. "Oh fuck Giddy oh fuck," I cried out and began shooting my sperm into him. Stormy screamed out before my 3rd pulse of cum and right after that Smokey began grunting as he flooded his little brother's ass with a ton of sperm. I assumed it would be a ton since it was a ton every other time I saw Smokey cum. I started to slow down then Smokey did the same and when I finally came to a stop he was right behind me there too. The only noise left was the heavy panting and the crackling of the fire. I let my head drop onto Gideon's shoulder and he proceeded to rub my head. "Oh, so good Colt," he cooed in my ear. "Having you fuck me is the best feeling in the world. My asshole is so happy; heck my whole body is so happy." He said some other things but that's the gist of it. "Hold on sweet boy," Smokey said, "I'll get you to the toilet." That said, Smokey gathered his little brother up, Stormy hanging on like a marsupial baby, kept a hand under his tiny butt and carried the boy off to the bathroom. Before Gideon could ask I explained. "Smokey dumps a shit ton of sperm and if he pulls out of Stormy out here it will end up on the sleeping bag." Gideon said that made sense to him then wondered aloud if he would experience the same problem. "Probably not because I don't make that much sperm, especially on the second cumming." Gideon had a somewhat disappointed look on his face and when I questioned him he replied, "I just wanted you to carry me." He said it with a grin but I said I'd be happy to, so I did, which caused him to giggle like a little girl. After the little guys hit the john we all went out onto the porch to get some fresh air and to cool off. The snow was still falling, perhaps even a little heavier than before. "Gosh this is almost prettier than the chateau we stayed in at Grindelwald," Gideon said and I agreed with him. Of course Stormy wanted to know what that was so Gideon explained that it was a ski resort in Switzerland that we had stayed at the year before. "You've been all over the world huh," Stormy stated. "Yeah, pretty much," my brother said. "We haven't spent that much time in Asia though and my mom really wants us to. She's thinking maybe this Spring we can go." Stormy allowed as how he'd like to travel some day and Gideon said that Christmas would be a good start for him. "I don't have much of a hankerin to travel," Smokey said, adding to the conversation. "I'm just a good ole country boy. Give me a horse and a rifle and I'm good." Smokey wasn't being self-deprecating when he said that, just reflecting what was in his heart. "You forgot cock brother of mine," Stormy said and that garnered a laugh. "Are you at all excited about going to the Caribbean for Christmas," Gideon asked. Smokey reflected on that. "Excited? I don't rightly think so. I mean, I'm not doing handstands or anything but I am looking forward to it. It will be something very different and I think lots of fun. Of course being with you guys is what makes it fun." Gideon just went right into Smokey's arms on that one. "That's really sweet Smokey," my brother said, and he meant it. "Well, I'm looking forward to showing you guys something new and different," I told them. "And I'm pretty sure you are both going to love being there and doing the water things. Snorkeling is amazing because the water is clear and the fish are so colorful. Of course we get to swim naked and that's gonna be fun." "Swimming naked would be fun but what about the moms, or Sky," Stormy asked. Gideon explained that there more secluded areas so it's safe. Besides, our parents were no prudes, they knew what boys were like. "I didn't get a chance to tell you Colt but I went swimming with the Estrada boys last summer. Naked I mean." That got my attention. "You swam naked with Adan and Enrico," I asked. Gideon nodded his head. He went on to say that Rico started it by jerking Adan's swim suit down so Adan retaliated against his little brother who just took his off then wiggled his but around in a "na na na na naa na" kind of way. "Come chico," he had said to my brother, "take your suit off, it's fun." So Gideon stripped naked and they frolicked in the surf. Adan finally took his suit off too. "Damn Colt, Rico is getting hairs already and he makes sperm. That boy is cute though." I explained the boys ages, Adan probably 14 now and Rico 12. Of course I asked how big Adan was and Gideon said a little bigger than me but has a lot more hair. "At least he did. The next time we swam naked he'd shave his hairs off." "Did you guys do anything sexy," Stormy asked and Gideon nodded his head. "The second time we went naked we got boners and sucked each other's cocks then jacked off. Adan makes a lot of sperm but Rico was just popping drops." "You told me last night you've never seen sperm or a big boys' cock Giddy," I said. My little brother grinned. "I guess I might have lied a little." He ducked my swatted hand. "I'm getting cold," he added. We all were, so we headed back inside the roasty warm cabin. Smokey pulled out a bag of rice crispy marshmallow treats so we snacked and talked some more. Stormy told Gideon about the 4th of July fuck-a-thon and how much fun that had been. My brother allowed as how that would have been fuck as fuck. "Except for the girls being there," Stormy said then went on to explain what that was about ending with, "I'd rather just seen the dogs fucking boys than the girls." Needless to say that sparked more questions from Gideon so Smokey explained that this year they did some things differently, the girls being one of them and the dogs the other. Some boys like sucking a dog dick and getting fucked by a dog. "One boy told me," I explained, "that getting fucked by a big dog is incredible. I didn't try it but I saw it and I have to say that those dogs fucked faster than hell. The boy told me he usually cummed twice when a dog fucked him." That prompted more discussion. "So, tell me more about when Colt fucked you the first time Stormy." The three of us told my brother bits and pieces of the story and got to the part where Stormy was fucking me while I was on my hands and knees and I finally told him to stop because I wanted to see his cute face while he fucked me. Gideon decided at that point that he wanted us to stop the story. "It's really interesting and I want to hear the rest of it," Gideon said, "but my boner is killing me and I need to do something about it." Indeed, my brother's cock was ramrod hard and the tip was almost a bright red. "I would be glad to help you out with that Gideon," Stormy said with a big grin. "Let's just watch them Smokey," I suggested quietly. "That was my thinkin'," he responded. Smokey and I just sort of cuddled up and watched our little brother's making out like long lost lovers. Both boys' hands were busy fondling, stroking, squeezing wherever the hands roamed. Smokey and I stayed cuddled up while our brothers went bout loving each other and getting their heat levels up. When they got to the point of actually fucking it was who was going to fuck whom but naturally they resolved it. Stormy fucked Gideon for a minute or two, then they traded places. In the trading of places they tried to change out positions a little bit too so that was fun to watch. It was fun seeing my little brother being fucked by someone else, especially since that someone was a beautiful young boy like Stormy. It was just as fun watching Gideon fuck Stormy too. I'd never considered what it was like to be present while a young boy made his first forays into the word of sex and sexual activity so that was another fun part of it all. Smokey and I did a little bit of making out while we watched the boys and as they peaked so did we. "You guys should give Gideon a facial," the blonde hottie said. Gideon was on his back with his legs draped over Stormy's thighs and getting his asshole pummeled by the young boy. Gideon's eyes were barely open so it was pretty clear that he was about as high up into a fog of hotness as he could get. Smokey and I figured it would be hot to cum on my brother and Gideon thought so to so we moved to each side of his head and began to jack off. Stormy continued to fuck Gideon, telling him what a tight little asshole he had and what a cute fuck he was. When the little boys' cummed it was a loud and exuberant affair, both all but screaming out in their ecstasy. Both Smokey and I had been holding off our actual cumming which, for Smokey, meant a shit ton of leaking precum which he allowed to leak out onto my little brother's face and into his hungry mouth. When the boys cummed, we cummed and while I was making a decent amount of sperm by that time, Smokey was a veritable fire hose. My lover manage 7 full jets of gooey boy goodness that he directed everywhere he could, splattering my little brother's face with globs of thick warm sperm. I swear that just watching that made me cum even more. When it was over, Gideon's beautiful young face was covered in goo. Stormy got up after wiping the rest of his sperm across Gideon's lips then got a hand mirror and show my brother what he looked like. Gideon grinned about as big as any boy could. Buster had to add his 2 cents worth by starting to lick the sperm from my brother's face which got him giggling like a school girl and trying to push the dog away. Smokey and I moved back out of the way then he got up and went to the wood stove and, using a couple of oven mitts, lifted a large kettle of water and turned toward the door. "Can you get that please Colt," he asked and I leapt up and opened it for him. Out on the porch he set it down then began scooping snow into it. "Water to clean up with," he said by way of explanation although he didn't need to say it because I'd seen it happen a dozen times while we were out on range performing one task or another. Once the water was cooled down enough to use he told the younglings and they came out to clean. Smokey and I chose to take a moment to wash our dicks as well since we hadn't after we'd fucked the boys. We stayed out there and chatted while finishing off the Rice Krispy treats and Gideon allowed as how he liked getting fucked. "I always knew I would," he mused, "and now it's confirmed." "I felt the same way when Colt fucked me," Stormy declared, "and I haven't changed my mind about it although I did like fucking you Gideon." My brother smiled and kissed the boy on the mouth. "We should be thinking about hitting the hay," Smokey said, "we want to be up in the orchard before first light." The little guys grumbled a little bit but it was good natured grumbling. We decided that Smokey and I would cuddle to sleep and the little guys would snuggle together. Smokey had let the fire die down to mostly coals then separated them, pushing them to each side of the fire pit. He then retrieved a thick hunk of fir trunk and set it on end at the very back of fire box between the piles of coals then brushed the glowing chunks back against the log "Why did you do that Smokey," Gideon asked. Smokey nodded to me to explain while he placed a heavy but fine screened gate on the hearth to catch any embers that might pop out from the burning log.. "This way it will take a lot longer for the log to actually catch fire which means it won't roast us out and it will last pretty much through the night." "Wow," was all my brother said. That done we snuggled up with our respective partners but left the top sleeping bags off for the time being. It was still plenty warm in the cabin. I woke a few times in the night, the first time due to some soft noises. I glanced over and in the light from the fire saw that Gideon had Stormy on his back and was fucking him like a boy possessed. I could only smile and drift back to sleep, comfortable in Smokey's embrace. The second time was much later, 3 in the morning according to the battery operated clock on the wall at the other end of the room. Everybody was sound asleep and I pulled a sleeping bag over Smokey and me and went back to sleep. Smokey gently nudged me awake around 5:30 and we both got up and went out to piss off the porch into the snow. Inside, he tossed more wood onto the fire then got the cook stove going. From the cooler on the porch he pulled out a tin foil covered metal pan of cooked sausages and another with cold biscuits and put both in the stoves oven. He then snagged a bowl of boiled and peeled eggs. "A complete finger meal," he said with a grin. Stormy woke up then sat up, his morning boner poking up between his pale thighs then he began gently rubbing Gideon's bare ass, my brother lying face down on the ersatz bed. His one leg was cocked up so his butt crack and balls were clearly visible. I learned early on how that position affected me which was to make my dick hard and my heart beat faster. I would love that position for the rest of my life, even with girls. Gideon came awake too then took Stormy's extended hand and Stormy pulled him to his feet. Both boys were glorious in their morning nudity, rock hard cocks standing tall and proud in front of their taut pale bellies. God what a sight those two were. They headed out to the porch, matching boy butts swaying gently as they walked. I heard Smokey sigh. When the boys came back inside we ate, did our bathroom business and got dressed. Stormy had pulled some white, twin sized bed sheets from a closet. Smokey explained what was going to happen. "We'll head up the sled run hill and at the top we'll drape the sheets over us then move to very edge of the hill and come up along the backside of the orchard. Remember where your kill shots are Colt?" I nodded my head and repeated them to Smokey. shoulder first, then neck, then head. The first was the easiest shot the second two more difficult. If the deer was face on to me then center of chest at the base of the neck. Smokey nodded his head in approval. That done, we headed out and since the little guys weren't carrying guns they went behind us, all moving single file. It was tough slogging up the hill but with Smokey clearing the path things were a little easier. Just below the crest of the hill we veered off to the right then followed the trail through the woods that paralleled the ridge line. Even though it was still dark, the pure white snow offered enough illumination to see by. When we got to the back side of the orchard we donned the sheets and followed Smokey toward the front where it met the open fields. About 15 feet in front of us, in the field was a blind that had been set up years before. It was like a very small corral, 7 feet in diameter, if that, and 6 feet high offering a protected 360 degree view. Canvas had been nailed to the top post and draped over the side with slits cut in it like gun ports to see out. Pieces of fine mesh had been attached above the view ports, the bottoms unattached so a gun barrel could be put through it. A small doorway at the back provided entry. Inside, we crouched down, peering out through mesh covered view ports. "They usually come from that direction," Smokey whispered, pointing off to our right, "but not always. With this snow, I'd bet they'll come from that patch of woods yonder." The darkness began to fade, replaced with light and with it came the deer. They came from the woods where Smokey predicted. There were at least a dozen of them, maybe more. Smokey pointed out the bucks, although I had already spotted them. We watched them move slowly but with cautious purpose toward the orchard and thus the blind. Smokey had already cautioned me to go for the one that offered the best shot, not necessarily the one with the most points. More points mean an older, wiser and thus more cautious buck. As it turned out a nice little 3 pointer seemed to present the best opportunity. I slowly slid my barrel through the view slot, pushing the 12in x 3 in plastic mesh. As I was readying up to take the shot Stormy hissed at me then nodded his head to the opposite side and quietly moved in that direction so I followed him. He indicated for me to look out through the port and when I did there was the biggest fucking deer I'd ever seen, standing barely 80 feet from me. I looked to Stormy who held up 2 hands with all fingers extended meaning it was at least a 10 point buck. Holy shit. I signaled Smokey and beckoned him with a chin toss. He came over, looked the view port then back at me with a shocked expression on his face, something I'd never seen before. Clearly Smokey was taken by complete surprise. "That's Mr. Houdini," he whispered in my ear, so low I thought I'd missed it. I'd heard about that buck, very wise, very alive, very big. His rack was amazing. "If you can bag him Colt, you'd be a fucking hero to every man woman and child on the ranch." That Smokey cursed like he did was a testament to his surprise. We watched, heads pressed against each other, as Mr. Houdini came closer. That he was cautious was an understatement and he was just as cautious as he was regal. He was, without a doubt, a great big beautiful beast. The rest of his herd seemed to move without a care in the world but not Mr. Houdini. He took each step with deliberate care, his eyes always moving and his ears twitching at the slightest sound. "Go ahead Colt," Smokey whispered, "slip your barrel out." Mr. Houdini was looking to his left when I slipped my rifle barrel out the view port. I didn't hear a sound when I did it but perhaps Mr. Houdini did because he looked right at the blind. I froze and held my breath. He turned his head again, focusing on his herd but continued to move forward then stopped for a moment then continued his journey albeit slowly. I let my breath out slowly. Others of the herd had reached the orchard and began picking apples from the tree and munching them down. Still, Mr. Houdini hesitated. When he moved the next time it was sort of in our direction, head pointed toward the left. I clicked the safety off. The deer then turned face on to me, raising his majestic head high and sniffing the wind. There wasn't a sound or a movement inside the blind. Stormy and Gideon were hugged up and peering out of a second port. Smokey had moved as well, giving me the room I needed. I could almost feel him willing me to take the shot. I did. I had aimed for the center of his chest, close to where I thought his neck started. God knows, on previous hunting expeditions, Smokey and some of the other boys drilled into me the best kill shots. If I could hit the spine he'd be pretty much done for before he hit the ground. Screaming erupted all around me. "Jesus fucking Christ almighty you did it Colt, you got Houdini." That came from Stormy who seemed to be practically pissing his pants. "He did a fucking back flip," Gideon cried out excitedly, did you see that?" Indeed I had. Mr. Houdini leapt straight up and over backwards like a gymnast deer. Everybody else was already headed for the exit while I clicked the safety back on and followed behind them. Obviously, the rest of the herd had scattered like farts in the wind. The little guys ran toward the fallen buck, Smokey walked fast and I just ambled, my heart racing along with my breath. Even Buster was excited as all hell. I couldn't believe I'd done it. I knew my shooting was getting better but hells fire. When we got to where the boys were, Stormy looked up at me with awe in his face. Gideon still wasn't sure what to make of it. "He's a fucking 12 point Smokey; Colt bagged the biggest fucking deer the ranch has ever seen." That would turn out to not be true. My Great grandfather had taken a 16 point when he was in his 40's. Smokey hunkered down to get a closer look then stood and hugged me as tight as he ever had in his life. "You took him right through the heart Colt. That's some damned fine shooting." I explained that I wasn't aiming for the heart but the neck and spine. "Well, either your aim was off or the bullet dropped some, which happens, and went a little to the side. Doesn't matter none. Dead is dead and this big mother fucker can't get any deader. "I am so proud of you," he said then kissed me on the mouth. "Let's go down and get the truck," Smokey said. "What about other animals getting him," Stormy asked. Smokey replied that nothing was going to get at it before we got back up there. We trudged down the hill, the adrenaline finally wearing off for me, while Stormy and Smokey kept replaying the action. Gideon was strangely silent and I thought I knew why. I reached out to him and put my arm across his shoulders and he snuggled right up to me. I heard a sniffle and knew that he was crying. At the cabin we got the guns stowed in their cases and Stormy consoled my little brother as did Smokey. "It's just that he was so beautiful," Gideon said through his sniffles. "It's sad that he's dead." I have to say that I was feeling a bit of remorse as well. It was those same feelings that had prevented me from hunting on previous trips. To his, and to Stormy's credit, they didn't try to talk Gideon out of his feelings but respected them and offered as much consolation as possible. Without being told, Stormy got the tripod deer hanger from the shed and put it in the truck and up the hill we went. At the orchard, Smokey got the tripod set up at the buck's tail end, attached the cross bar and hooks to the rear legs then winched the deer up until the antlers were resting against the ground. I won't go into detail about the gutting except to say that both Smokey and Stormy knew what they were doing. Once it was done and Smokey put the heart and liver into a small cooler, he backed the truck in as close as he could and we manhandled Mr. Houdini's head and front end onto the dropped tailgate while Gideon let off on the winch. We continued until he was resting on the tailgate, dismantled the tripod and went back down the hill. "Well," Stormy mused, "hunting is done so we can just play sexy for the rest of the day." He and Smokey had already gotten their limit for the season. "I'm not too much in the mood for that," Gideon said. My brother wasn't being mean when he said it, that wasn't his style. He was just having a tough time dealing with what he perceived as a violent death. Aside from goldfish, Gideon hadn't experience death on any kind of personal level. After some discussion we agreed to call it a day so packed things up and headed toward home. Needless to say, we didn't make it through town without a great deal of fanfare. It was pretty much the custom to stop at the feed store if you had bagged an animal, especially if it was anywhere near being a trophy animal. Mr. Houdini had been a celebrity for 100 miles in any direction so it was all but required that we stop for bragging rights, pictures, and all manner of fanfare. I had to take my gun out of the case and pose alongside Mr. Houdini's head, got more handshakes than a newly elected politician and more than one wink from the girls. We finally pulled into the ranch around noon to even more fanfare including my parents, grandad and Belinda May. Apparently Smokey had called his dad from the feedstore to let him know what was going on. He wasn't trying to steal my thunder, that wasn't Smokey's way, but he knew that an event of this magnitude, and believe me it was an event, would require celebration, congratulations, and all that shit. It was infinitely better to get it out of the way at the beginning than have to wait around while everybody stopped by to offer congratulations. Being thanksgiving week, many workers and families had left to be with family elsewhere. "You are really hell bent on making a lasting impression out here aren't you grandson," gramps said as he hugged the fuck out of me. "Goddamn I'm proud of you." Boy that made my heart swell. Even my mom was beside herself with pride and of course my dad hefted me up off the ground to hug me and kiss me. Mack said that it was the cleanest shot he'd ever seen and offered his sincere congratulations. More pictures had to be taken which meant dragging my gun out of the case and posing. Some of those pictures would make it into local newspapers and onto the covers of hunting magazines and would garner more than a few articles and even a couple of interviews, all of which would take place after Thanksgiving. After people started to finally drift away, Mack asked if I'd like him to take care of the butchering and get the head to a local Taxidermist and I said that would be great. "We'll let it hang for 5 days before we cut. Smokey will let you know and hopefully you'll be here for it." I took that as more than a suggestion and promised Mack that I wouldn't miss it for the world. Things finally died down and gramps headed back up the hill with the family and Smokey followed behind with me and Gideon. "You doing okay Podnah," Smokey said over the seat to Gideon. My brother had stayed pretty quiet during all the hoopla, but then, so did Stormy. Even then the blonde god was cuddled up to Gideon. Of course Gideon didn't answer right away. He was Gideon, after all. "Thank you for asking Smokey," Gideon said after about 15 seconds. "Yeah, I'm okay, really. I am tired though. Me and Stormy didn't go to sleep until after 1. But I'm okay from the deer thing, it was just, well, a surprise to me is all. I never seen anything die except in the movies or on TV." Smokey acknowledged my brother and didn't say anything more. Up at the house I told Smokey I'd call him in the morning, which would be Thanksgiving. In the house, Belinda May was making grilled cheese sandwiches to go with her own clam chowder for lunch. Dad and gramps went on some more about the hunt and even mom got into the conversation. After lunch Gideon declared that he was tired and wanted to take a nap and frankly, so did I. We said our "see ya later's" and headed upstairs. Both Gideon and I wanted to take a shower so that's where we started. I asked if I could wash his back and there was no way he was going to refuse so while I did that he chatted. "Last night was so much fun Colt. Gosh I can't believe how big Smokey's cock is and seeing him fuck Stormy was just like, I dunno, the most incredible thing. I think I'd like to have him fuck me but goddamn," he didn't finish the sentence; he didn't need to. "What was it like the first time he fucked you Colt?" "About like you'd expect; it hurt like a mother fucker. It still does when he first puts it in me but the pain goes away faster now and the feeling good part is sooner." I slipped my fingers up between his butt cheeks and rubbed his hole, not trying to play sexy but causing a moan anyway. "I love that Colt, having my hole rubbed like that." I patted his beautiful little ass and he turned around to reveal a rock hard bobbing boner. "I can't help it Colt, it just does it on its own." "Don't worry about Giddy, it happens to me all the time too." He pointed out that I didn't have a boner. "Well, I guess it's because I'm a little older and a little more experiences to simple things like a back wash and a butthole rub don't always have that effect on me." "Can we go to bed and you fuck me Colt," he asked. Like I would refuse that beautiful boy, not on your life. "Sure Giddy, I'd love to fuck you." We finished washing in record time, did a cursory drying off then dove into my bed. Gideon was in my arms in a flash, his mouth pressed against mine. I held him tightly and kissed him back, shoving my tongue into his mouth. Gideon moaned softly when I did that and pressed his hard cock against mine even harder. I ran my hands up and down his back, played with his butt a little bit, reveling in the feel of it in my hand. I really loved playing with a small boy butt. Don't get me wrong, I loved Smokey's ass too, and Kenny's and Jared's but there was just something about little boy butts like my brothers' and Stormy's cute little glutes that made my heart go pitter patter. "Will you put your finger in me Colt," Gideon said in a voice deepened with lust. I got my bottle of lube, courtesy of the summer fuck-a-thon. There were dozens of bottles of the stuff and we were allowed to take it when the party was over so I snagged a couple of bottles, as did Stormy and Smokey. I hardly ever used it to jack off or anything and I wasn't into putting anything into my ass unless it was a cock. Gideon inhaled sharply as my finger entered his tight little hole. We continued to make out, tongue fucking each other's face while I finger fucked him. It didn't take long before he was breathing heavily. So was I. It didn't take much longer before my brother declared that it was time. I had him lube my cock for me while kept my finger in his ass, then moved between his spread out legs. Kneeling there with my finger in his ass and my cock in my other hand, looking down on that adorable little boy that was waiting to be bred made my heart ache. Don't get me wrong, it was a good ache. I just couldn't believe that life could get any better. I told him what I was going to do, got an okay, then a moment later pulled my finger out and shoved my cock head in. "Yee, fucking, ouch," he said, a grimace of pain printed across his face. Of course I didn't move but stayed stock still. I told him to breathe, push down like he was trying to shit. I watched my little brother do just what I told him to do and less than a minute later he told me to go ahead. "But slow Colt, okay?" Of course I would have anyway but I didn't tell him that. So, a half minute later I was deep inside Gideon; my pubes against his butt above his hole and my balls against him below. When I asked him how he was doing, Gideon said, "really good Colt, it's already starting to feel good. Thanks. I leaned forward and put my hands on the bed, moved my ass around a little bit to make sure the fit was perfect then started to fuck him. I probably don't need to go into a whole bunch of detail. It was a pretty straight forward fuck. We managed to go maybe 6 minutes before Gideon said that he had to cum. Like the first time, he reached down and started jacking off. I fucked him hard for about a half minute before his body started shaking like a dog shitting razor blades. Gideon cried out but had snagged a pillow and yelled into that. His asshole gripped my cock like a goddamned vice and made me cum too. We kept it up for another minute, slowing down in increments, before I just stopped moving. Both of us were panting like race horses, gulping for air. "God that was amazing Colt," Gideon finally said. I opened my eyes and looked down at his beautiful face, his eyes so big and so innocent. I felt a tidal wave of feeling slam through my body. I realized that loved my little brother so much more than I'd thought I had. And I told him so. "Oh my gosh Colt that's so sweet. He raised his head and we kissed. We could both feel my cock slowly softening and a second later it squished out of my brother's ass causing us both to moan at the loss. I moved from above him and lay down while Gideon turned to his side then melted into my arms. He wiggled a little and snuggled in like a little bunny or something then I felt his body go limp. "I'm so sleepy Colt, he said, drawing the words out. I kissed his forehead and whispered, "Then go to sleep sweet boy." <<<<<<<<<< >>>>>>>>>> <<<<<<<<<< >>>>>>>> <<<<<<<<<< Please, please me oh yeah, like I do you By making a monetary contribution To Nifty, today... Right now... post haste http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html