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Subject: Getting To Know You Here's a story taken from my Tumblr, at a4f101.tumblr/storytime. You can find this one, and the pic that inspired it, here: http://a4f101.tumblr/post/134984721839/ You can also find a whole lot more of my stories here on Nifty - look for 'a4f101' in the Prolific Authors listing. This story is purely a work of adult erotic fantasy, copyright me 2017. I own it and all legal rights to it. If you're under the age of majority in your jurisdiction, please come back when you're of legal age. Nifty is an incredible free service that depends on your donations to survive. It changed my life, and maybe it's changed yours too. Please help them to keep providing this awesome resource for all of fty/donate.html I love hearing from you guys. hoo. Enjoy. ***** "You know, I heard you the other night," Tommy croaked before exhaling a thick cloud of smoke. I froze up, kind of knowing what he was implying, but not quite sure, just as I was pulling my own smoke into my lungs. I could feel my face turning red, and not just from holding my breath. And then it caught up with me, and I choked a little on the weed smoke, and started coughing it up, gasping and hacking, eyes watering as I tried not to look at my big brother. After a moment, his big hand clapped my back, like he was burping a baby or something, then circled slowly between my shoulder blades. It was soothing and intimate and really, really weird, but try telling that to my cock, which was getting a rush of blood already. Damn weed always got me all receptive like that. Especially when a thick-muscled, strapping dark-haired stud like Tommy was the one rubbing my back. "Heard me..." I eventually said, my throat all rusty and choked up. "You and that dude. Y'know... fooling around." Ah dammit. Chris was a moaner. It always worried me, but with my bedroom all the way down here in the basement, I figured we'd be pretty safe. Guess not. Tommy was crashing in the guest room upstairs while his place got fumigated, or renovated, I wasn't super sure which. We really hadn't ever been close - in actual fact, technically we didn't really know each other at all, until a couple years ago when he turned up. "The ghost of your father past," Mom had said with an unimpressed look on her face, looking out the kitchen window to the back deck, where Tommy and my Dad - our Dad, I guess - were smoking while Mom and me loaded the dishwasher. I'd looked at Tommy then, somebody I barely knew had existed up to that point - the child from his first marriage, the one they never talked about, from Dad's Army days. Tommy was 15 years older than me, and he sure took after Dad, all big and strong and dark-haired, where I was more like Mom. My Mom, I mean - I didn't know anything about his. Me, I was blond, smoother mostly, definitely skinnier. Not much like him at all. You could see some resemblance in our faces, but that was it. He was this big, dark-stubbled hulk like Dad, and I was real embarrassed to find I was head over heels in lust with him. Me and straight dudes, man. This was getting to be a pattern. At least he wasn't around much. Not until recently, anyway. And now here he was, larger than life, in my space, telling me he'd heard me and my fuckbud doing what fuckbuds do, and I didn't know what to do. "It's cool, Alexander," he said, and that was something else that pissed me off, because he always called me that, never `Alex' like a normal person would. Like he just had to keep that extra bit of distance between us. Even though we shared half the same genes. Even though we were blood. Brothers, for fuck's sake. "Good for you, getting some, kid," he said, ruffling the back of my hair, and even though I was a little bent out of shape, I still felt internally thrilled at the gesture. It was something... brotherly, y'know? And I needed that. I wanted a lot of things from Tommy, in the couple years since he'd appeared in our lives - but that kind of brotherly affection, I needed that most. I jacked off to images of that kind of thing nearly as much as I imagined sucking his cock, chewing on his big, pink nips in the thick dark fur on his beefy pecs, or even burying my face between the thick globes of his ass and munching my way up inside of him. Like I did to Chris, almost like a surrogate kind of deal. "Uh, thanks, I guess?" I said hesitantly. He gave me this big, lazy stoned grin, ruffled my hair once more, then reached for the bowl to repack it. "I gotta say, though," he said after a couple minutes, before lighting the fresh bud. "It sure sounded like you gave him a good time, kid. I don't think I've ever made a chick moan like that. So, uh..." Now it was his turn to blush, as he toyed with the lighter and tried not to look at me. A shift in the balance of power, felt like. This was interesting. "So what, bro?" I asked, coaxingly. "Well, y'know, it's weird to ask, I suppose... but still... I don't know anybody else who... well, I don't think I do, anyway... who, like... does what y'all... y'know... do..." Fuck, this was actually kind of funny, watching him tie himself in knots like this. "So, I guess I'm sorta curious, and you don't have to tell me anything," he eventually went on. "But, like... what is it that y'all do?" I looked at him. He looked back at me. We were both high as fuck. Damn, he was hot. And I was feeling... I dunno, not mischievous exactly, but like that. 'Game', I guess is the word. So I took the piece and hit it again, nice and deep. Looked at his big, handsome face as he blushed, before exhaling my lungful of smoke. "You really wanna know, Tommy?" I asked, and he slowly nodded, all glazed-eyed. I grinned and handed him the piece, settling my back against the armrest of the old sofa, getting comfy. "Well..." It was weird telling him all these intimate, sexual things. Weird, but I found myself going with the flow, and I guess I had the weed to thank for that. That, and his questions. I guess the weed was helping loosen his tongue too, because he kept asking me stuff, and I was answering him like I was a sex-advice columnist, not an 18-year-old dude. At first, I kept it pretty general, but as we kept talking and he kept asking, I found myself telling him more personal things. Things Chris liked. Things I liked. And the more we talked, the more I stopped feeling like the semi-unknown little half-brother. Like I wasn't a foot shorter, fifteen years younger and gaziantep escort probably sixty pounds lighter than him. Like we were... equals finally, in some weird way. Like I wasn't hard as a crowbar in my shorts. Like he didn't notice that, and give me a kind of shy half-smile. Like he wasn't suddenly, noticeably hard too. "Eating ass, huh?" he said, like he'd never heard of it. But not like he hated the idea. "I've never had anybody do that to me. Does it really... y'know... feel that good?" "Dude, when it's done right, by somebody who's really into it, it's amazing," I grinned, hitting the bowl again. "Somebody who's into it, huh?" he said with that little half-smile. "Somebody like you, you mean?" I spluttered a little again, trying real hard not to cough and show my ass like I did earlier. I just nodded and held onto it, before releasing the smoke. "Yeah, Tommy," I said after a minute. "Why - you wanna find out?" I dunno where that came from, but it was out there now, like the fog of weed smoke between us. And when he shrugged, then slowly nodded, I could've choked all over again. Tommy's ass was big, dark-haired, thick with muscle and beef, a big, strong man's ass. Smelled of sweat and Old Spice body wash. Tasted like salt and man. He was nervous, with his sweats down around his knees, that big fine ass up in the air, as he let me taste him. So I took my time, took it slow, being all gentle and almost tentative with my tongue, as my fingers sank into the beefy flesh of his butt, spreading those big tasty cheeks wide so my tongue could taste the fine dark hairs that forested his deep crevice. "Ah fuck, kid," he moaned as I slowly worked him over, getting him nice and wet, enjoying the slow depth of this. So fucking weird, and amazing, and this might be my only chance, so I was going with it. Taking the ball and running. His pucker was tight and musky, furred up, pink and moist with my spit as I teased it with my tongue. I could feel him quiver, hear his light, stifled grunts and murmurs, and when my tongue tip slipped inside of him, he shivered all over and let out a deep rumble of pleasure. A good sign, for sure, so I pressed on in, filling my mouth and nose with his musk as I probed my way up into him with my tongue, opening the big dude up as well as I knew how. I might not have had the length of experience Tommy had with sex, but what history I did have was very full, and I'd quickly found this was one of my favorite things to do. More than a few of my buds on the soccer team had discovered this talent of mine, and now that I was in college, I was really honing my craft. I could tell how well I was doing by the way Tommy clapped his big, strong hand on the back of my head and pulled me in deeper, even as he pushed his big, sexy ass up and out and back onto my face, itching for more, hungry for me to go deeper, and I sure as shit did my best. I finally took a chance and reached between his big thighs to take hold of his cock. It was huge and hard and dripping juices in my fist as I gave it a slow corkscrew stroke, while my tongue zeroed in on his prostate and went to town. "Fuck, Alex," he moaned, and I was so thrilled to hear him call me that for the first time ever that I doubled down on him, making him juice my stroking fist even more as I licked stripes and circles on the thin membrane that stretched tight over his throbbing nut, deep inside of him. "Fuck, no, don't make me cum yet, kid," he moaned, finally reaching back to pull my head out of his ass as he sagged forward on the back of the sofa, panting and sweating, finally looking over his shoulder at me with a stunned, heated look on his sexy, dark-stubbled face. I needed a minute. I hauled my ass off the sofa and went to take a leak, my brain roiling with the stoned intensity of everything so far. I looked at myself in the mirror as I tried to get my steel-hard cock to go down enough to let me piss. Staring at myself in stoned wonder. Me, like the polar opposite of Tommy, with just a faint little scruff of blond hair on my tight pecs. My leaner, more defined body. My chin all glazed with spit from munching on his ass for the past ten, fifteen minutes. Thinking of how deeply he'd moaned, and twitched, and quivered, and pulled my hungry, munching face deeper into his epic muscle ass. Shit, I guess I'd always kind of wanted his approval, to have the kind of closeness I imagined brothers did. I was an only child, and pretty jealous of all my buds who had big brothers - even the ones who were pricks. Tommy wasn't really a prick, just older, and a little standoffish. Different from me. We just didn't know each other real well, that's all. I guess we were really getting to know each other now, though. The taste of his musky man ass on my tongue confirmed that, for sure. Just like the glaze of his precum on the fist I'd used to stroke his big, fat dick with. I licked the salty, mineral funk of it off my palm as I pissed, and that got me to thinking about his cock, all big and thick and steely like the rest of his big bod. How it would feel to slide down on that fucker, have it filling me up. I was mostly a top, and I loved to fuck ass nearly as much as I loved to eat it. But Tommy was one of those dudes who got me tingling inside in that certain way. I doubted he'd be a bottom. But I was pretty damn sure he'd be one hell of a top. I was even more sure that I'd like to find out. Probably not tonight, but who knew - some day... I was still chuckling to myself at that when I came out, so I wasn't prepared for him to get up so close to me like he did, all big and muscled and sweaty, giving me that deep, curious stare he'd given me the day we first met and were sizing each other up. Backing me slowly up against the wall as he looked deep into my eyes, like he was trying to read my mind. I found my hands reaching up to rest on his big, furry pecs, and then squeezing them, just as thick, beefy and steely as his glutes were. As all of him was. Half like I was protecting myself from his big, looming, almost-a-stranger form. But more than that, because I wanted to feel more of him. Those big muscles all coated with warm dark fur were so inviting. They were made to be touched. If he'd let me do something as intimate as suck on his asshole and slow-fuck his tight hole with my tongue, surely he'd be cool with me touching the rest of him... Tommy surprised me, though. suriyeli escort He looked from my face down my body, over my tight pecs, my abs, down past the half-hard bob of my cock, then back up again. Slowly, like he was really seeing me for the first time, which I guess he was, like this anyway. And then he reached down, all tentative, and laid his big hand on the center of my chest, right on my little thatch of hair there, pressing his palm flat to my skin. Then, real slowly, moving it, across my chest, then down to my stomach, then back up again. Exploring me like a dude does to another dude for the first time. Curious, unsure, but wanting more. I remembered how that had felt. I'd always known what I wanted, and had started going after it just before Tommy showed up in our lives. "You're so... tight," he said, his voice low and husky. "You like?" I asked. I'd taken my hands off his chest and let them hang beside me, not wanting to spook him while he stepped over this line. Now I reached up and set them on his hips, giving them a light squeeze to let him know this was OK. Very OK. "It's... I dunno... different," he said, looking down at his hands stroking over my body. At the rapid rise of my cock again. "You got... a good body, I guess, kid." "Thanks... bro," I smirked at his clumsy compliment, and when I called him that, his eyes met mine with surprise. But he liked it, I could tell. I slipped my hands around to cup that epic ass of his, the one I'd just spent a good quarter-hour with my tongue buried inside, and squeezed his thick cheeks. He grunted and flexed them for me, and I felt my cock bounce. I knew he could feel that, because his bounced too, right against mine. "You got an amazing bod, Tommy," I went on. "I loved doing what we just did." "But there's... more, right?" he asked. "If you want to, yeah, there sure is," I said. He gave me that intent, curious look again. "Yeah... I want to... little bro," he said, and then real quick, like he wanted to do it before he chickened out, he leaned in and kissed me. I knew he could probably taste his own musky funk on my lips, and the kiss was a quick, experimental, clumsy peck at first, but I knew how that went too. Chris had been like that the first time. So I put one hand on the back of his thick neck, kind of keeping him there, and I kissed him back. He didn't try to pull away, and started to work with me, and after a few seconds of figuring each other's lips out, we were in business. He grunted low and deep into my mouth when our tongues touched the first time, and then it was on. He snaked his thick arms round me and pulled me tight to his big body as he started to explore my mouth, and let me explore his right back. Fuck. It was hungry, wet, deep, and maybe the best kiss I'd ever had. Not just because Tommy was a great kisser, but because it was Tommy, my weird crush object, the guy I'd most wanted to do this with, and figured I'd never get the chance to. But here we were. Deep in it. And it felt like my big brother was loving this as much as I was. Maybe even more. We wound up back on the old couch, Tommy looming over me like a mountain of flesh and muscle and fur, his big, long tongue snaking down my throat, practically, as our bodies rocked together. I could feel that big thick cock of his, throbbing and leaking as he thrust it against mine. Amazing. I mean, I guess he was a straight guy, but the way he flexed those big chunky glutes up for my hands, the way he frotted up against me, all that told me that he was at least one of those curious straight dudes. The best kind, right? "I hear it's... super tight," he said all huskily when our mouths finally detached, staring at me with a mix of confusion and lust and awe. "Y'know... ass. Never done that. Chicks don't seem to love it." I felt my heart thump double-time. Like I said, I'm mainly a top, but I ain't cherry, either. Yeah, Tommy was big, real big... but I was high, and relaxed, and I had a good idea what I was doing. Suddenly that was all I could possibly want, ever, for the rest of my life. To have my big brother thrust his big straight-dude cock up inside of me like that, even just the once. "You want to try it, bro?" I asked. "You'd be up for that?" he said, looking all concerned, but eager too. "I'm not, like... too big for you?" I chuckled, shook my head, squeezed his ass again as I thrust my superhard cock against his. "I can manage, dude," I said. "With lube. And with a couple conditions." "Tell me," he said, that edge of desperation in his voice as he thrust back against me. "Kiss me when you do it," I murmured as I curled up to his lips. "And stop calling me `Alexander'. I'm Alex. Your little brother. Treat me like one." "Half-brother," he said with a little mischief in his smile. "Doesn't matter," I said determinedly. "We're brothers, dude. From another mother, sure, but still. Be my big brother. I never had one - never knew I had one, anyway. But I do, and you got a little brother too, and this is how it could be with us. So let's be brothers, huh Tommy?" "OK, little brother," he said, and I felt my insides get all shivery at that. A stupid smile on my face. "So, where's your lube?" The look on his face as he leaned back on the couch, huge thighs spread, cock towering in the air as I slicked it up, my hands savoring the thick, veiny heat of it, was sexy as fuck. He hit the bowl again as I got him all glossy with lube, his pubes soaked with the excess, and I watched him watch me as I reached under myself to finger a dollop of the stuff up inside me, painting my tight ring with it. It had been a minute, but I knew I was up for this. It was the chance of a lifetime. We were on the verge of something here - not just his big cock up my ass, more than that. On the verge of really being brothers. I'd do whatever it took to get us there. He suddenly looked a little nervous as I climbed up on the sofa, straddling him. Nervous like he was gonna exhale that lungful of smoke and say something to back out of this. So I took his cock in one hand, his big shoulder in the other, and guided him to my hole as I lowered myself down on him, moving smooth and quick. You had to be like that with straight dudes sometimes, because they could spook easily. When it looked like he was gonna open his mouth to speak, I leaned in, pressed my lips to his, and basically inhaled the smoke rus escort he was about to push out, sucking it into my lungs as I played my tongue over his, and felt him kiss me back. While he was distracted, I tried to relax and loosen up, as I felt his hot, wet, throbbing tip all spongy at my hole. Then I bore down and opened up, and with a grunt and a stretch and a sharp, but brief jag of pain, my big bro was sliding up into me. "Awwwww fuckkkkkkk," Tommy hissed as he filled me up - or more accurately, as I filled myself up with him. His cock felt endless, too long, too wide, too fucking big, but I was taking him, all of him, even as beads of sweat popped out on my forehead. His big hands gripped the muscles of my thighs almost painfully as I rode down his length, and then I was sitting in his lap, stuffed full of seven thick inches of man dick - big bro dick - and already, the feeling was slipping over from stretchy discomfort to pleasant fullness, with the glow of real pleasure coming along right behind that. Like every time I did this, I wondered why I didn't do it more often. Maybe I would be, from now on. Maybe this was gonna be how me and my long-lost half-brother finally became real bros. Fuck yeah, I could be down with that. His big hands found my hips as I started to lift up and then slide back down, working myself on him. They squeezed and started to guide me a little, as I impaled myself on him, and he stared up at me with hungry, lusty, stoned awe the whole time. When I leaned in to kiss him, he met my tongue eagerly, growling into my mouth as I fucked myself on him - fucked him, really, when I thought about it - and I could feel him starting to hunch up to meet my ass on the downstroke, starting to get into the rhythm of it, finding that old instinct encoded in every man's DNA, deep down. My cock had gone a little soft as I dealt with him pushing up inside of me, but now it was back to full, dripping hardness, arced up hard as his big cock grazed, then battered my prostate. As he found new depths inside of me, then pushed on through them, making me feel like his cock was my core now, throbbing and thrusting and heating up my insides. I slipped my arms round his neck and kissed him even deeper as we rode together, and it was fucking bliss. When it came, my orgasm surprised me. Like a sudden flood, like a tsunami, partly aided by all the pot, but mainly from the intensity of everything we were doing. That we were fucking at all, two estranged half-brothers becoming one like we were. The way his eyes locked onto mine and bored deep, like his cock was doing to my insides. Forging the connection I'd always wanted, and needed, and never expected to have with him. Way above and beyond anything else I'd ever experienced with another dude. Blasting all my horny teenaged fantasies about him out of the water, replacing them with this incredible, intense new reality. All that, plus his big cock coring me out, triggered me off. "Fuck, Tommy, I'm gonna -" I choked out, and he just grinned and nodded. "Yeah, do it, little brother," he grunted, grabbing my hips tighter and fucking up into me more intently. "Do it, Alex. Shoot your nut... baby bro." Well fuck, that was more than enough to trip my trigger. All the physical stuff aside, that was all I'd ever wanted, to hear those words from him. To finally be recognized for who I was. Who I could be, to him. I half-squealed, half-moaned, making choked noises as my cock jerked all on its own and started to fire, thick splats of my cum spurting up between us, landing on his big, furry, sweaty man pecs, his grunts joining mine in a lusty soundtrack as he fucked me harder, clutching my sweating, heaving chest close to him, sandwiching my still-spurting cock between us as it shot its last. And then, it was Tommy's turn. "Fuck yeah, Alex," he moaned, eyes locking onto mine with even more intensity. "Gonna nut in you, bro. Fucking here it comes..." He grunted, teeth gritted, then growled, clutching me even tighter, and damn but I wish I could have felt the spurts and shots of thick, hot cum I knew were pasting my insides. His big muscles popped all over, beaded with sweat beneath the dark fur, and when he pulled me in to kiss me with ferocious hunger, there was no way I was gonna resist. I could still feel him throbbing inside of me a few minutes later, as our kiss started to wind down. Shifting from the fierce intensity of our cum, into post-orgasmic easiness. I smiled at him when we parted, his big paw coming up to push a sweaty lock of hair off my forehead with surprising tenderness, and when he smiled back, it was really the first time I'd seen him do it so openly and warmly. My heart kind of throbbed for him, and I knew I was done for. I was full-blown in love with this big fucker. My big brother, at last. I could tell he was wanting to say something, and when I reached up to kind of cup the side of his face, swiping away a trickle of sweat with my thumb, he turned his face in towards my palm and kissed it, surprising me again. Reached up to tentatively stroke the side of my face too. Tentative, but even more endearing because of it. "I, uh..." he started, looking up at me, frowning a little. Like he was seeing me for the first time. "I guess I... fuck..." He pushed out a determined breath, his thumb tracing over my lips gently. "Fuck it. I love you, Alex. Little bro. There. I said it. You happy?" He tried to look exasperated, but he was grinning too, even wider as I grinned back at him. I leaned back in and kissed him, slow and sweet, and we got into that for another few minutes. "Fuck yeah, big bro," I grinned. "You happy? Did I answer all your questions?" "Yeah," he chuckled softly. "I guess you did. Well... not all of them, maybe..." "Oh really?" I said. His hand moved down, kind of tentative, and took hold of my sticky, rubbery, half-hard cock. "What I heard last night, little bro, you and your dude..." he said hesitantly. Like he didn't know how to say what he wanted to. "Sounds like he really enjoyed you, uh... y'know... fucking him, dude." My cock tingled at that. Even more at the kind of shy smile he gave me. The blush on his handsome, sweaty, stubbly face. No way. He couldn't possibly... holy fuck... "I mean... does it hurt?" he asked almost shyly. My smile widened. "Depends, man... it helps to get eaten out real well first," I said, giving my hips a subtle rock, feeling him stirring inside of me again. "And if you hit the bowl again first..." "So maybe we should pack another one, huh little bro?" he said, that shy smile spreading into a slow, eager grin. "Yeah, maybe we should, big bro," I grinned back. "And let's see what happens, huh?"
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