Deep Brotherly Love

by Paul François

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Two brothers, Oliver and Henry, were born in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, USA. They are not doing well at Carver High School. Both succeed more in shop than in history or algebra. Both are also quite shy in the presence of girls. Their parents decide to move to the agricultural belt of Pennsylvania, specifically in the southeast county of Lancaster. This is where the two brothers will bond hard and deep. I’m not going to beat around the bush (no pun intended). I will tell you up front that Oliver has a big ass, and Henry sports a huge cock. Up to now, they like to secretly admire their individual asset when jerking off.

In 1682, the English writer and religious thinker William Penn (1644-1718) founded the province of Pennsylvania during the British colonial era. We do not know the thoughts that coursed through William Penn’s mind when he chose Philadelphia as the name for his new city. It combines the Greek words for love (phileo) and brother (adelphos), setting up the enduring nickname “The City of Brotherly Love”. Oliver would have never guessed that.

Philadelphia is the largest city in Pennsylvania, but Harrisburg is the state capital. Often called Philly, the metropole is known for its rich history, on display at the Liberty Bell, Independence Hall, where the Declaration of Independence was signed in 1776; the United States Constitution was also signed there eleven years later. Henry would have failed a history test if questions on this subject had been part of it.

With 52,000 farms and 7.3 million acres of farmland, Pennsylvania’s backbone is agriculture. Oliver and Henry need working clothes and let their mother order from a catalogue. Oliver wants rubber boots, a flannel shirt and white briefs. Henry would love to wear a new pair of Wrangler blue jeans. As soon as a parcel is delivered, the boys rush to open it and Henry can’t wait to try on his new jeans. He goes upstairs, followed by Oliver, shuts the door, and they both sit on the bed. Henry is a bit disappointed that his Wranglers do not fit tighter. “Don’t worry, bro, they will shrink after a couple of wash & dry. Let me try them on.”

Oliver perfectly fills the iconic jeans which mold his ass like a Tom of Finland drawing. Henry can’t help but caress his big brother’s ass and remains taken aback by Oliver’s unexpected reaction. "That feels so fuckin nice. Slap my butt. Give me a spanking." Henry begins to vigorously squeeze the well-shaped ass, but is quickly encouraged to give a proper spanking, like when their father administered them a physical punishment. Olivier moans with pleasure and Henry is not without noticing that each blow makes his brother’s cock harder. He himself feels his crotch gaining volume.

“Holy Fuck! This is so hot. Lie on top of me, Oliver; I want to feel you hard cock rubbing on mine while I continue to keep banging your adorable peachy butt in my Wrangler jeans. We’re going to give them a baptism by covering them with our cum. This will be a reason to wash them, dry them, and hopefully shrink them to my size.” The two brothers not only engage in a mutual frotting exercise to get their virile juice flowing, but kiss passionately for the first time. They gasp, they moan, they explode. Never has their cumshot been so powerful. After washing the jeans and putting them in the dryer, they go to bed. This time, Henry doesn’t sleep alone in his single bed; he snuggles up against Olivier in the three-quarter bed. They are not the type to exchange emotions, but they both think the same thing: we must relive this awesome experience again.

The next morning, Oliver puts on his new white briefs, and Henry approves by giving him a slap on the butt. “Why don’t you also try on your rubber boots, just undies and boots, nothing else?” Oliver thinks it’s a good idea and waddles in the shiny black rubber with an orange stripe at the top and around the foot. “Too bad it didn’t rain last night; I could have baptized them in a puddle.” Henry finds his brother so adorable; he wants to take a picture outside so the sun will shine on the rubber.

Completely naked, he goes to the dryer, takes out his blue jeans and puts them on without underwear. His Wranglers are tighter and his cock has never felt so comfortable. He grabs his camera and leads Olivier into the garden. Their father is watering the lawn and is surprised to see his sons dressed like this. Oliver explains that they wanted to try on their new clothes and take a photo. “That’s okay, but you’re also going to replace me with watering the grass.” He hands them the hose and goes back inside.

Henry wastes no time in squirting Oliver whose white undies gradually become almost transparent. His big brother has never looked so sexy. Henry directs the jet of water towards the short but thick cock and enjoys watching it expand. He also waters the boots which shine more beautifully. Camera in hand, he photographs this extremely erotic scene. Both brothers are clearly excited. They head towards the barn, away from the prying eyes of their parents. Henry quickly has his hands full: his brother’s ass and cock take on new value in these wet, tight briefs. He is obsessed with it, he only listens to his libido, he massages the balls with one hand and pinches a buttock with the other,

Henry slowly approaches his face to the bulge crowned with dark pubic hair. He feels his brother’s cock harden. He wants to swallow it, but is this forbidden...? Henry doesn’t think so. He pulls down Oliver’s briefs and licks the mushroom, triggering a moan of pleasure. The two boys have never heard the expression 69, but they automatically get completely naked and instinctively position themselves for mutual fellatio. This is so natural; how could they not have thought of sucking each other sooner?

The two boys are so aroused and feel the juice rising faster than ever; they do not think to warn that an explosion is imminent. Oliver and Henry ejaculate at the same time, passionately and generously. Both of them choke but can't avoid swallowing some of the creamy jizz. The reaction is the same on both part: “Holy Fuck! Your whipped cream tastes weird. Don’t get me wrong, I fuckingly like it.” Fuck is the right word. They’ve face-fucked each other for the first but not the last time.

Masturbating, frotting and sucking together are carnal activities fully cherished by Oliver and Henry. The parents don’t have the slightest idea what their sons are doing secretly, but the work climate seems to have improved over the past week. When the boys ask if it is possible to install a double bed, or even a queen size, instead of the current two beds, the parents do not see anything wrong and oblige happily. Oliver and Henry see it as a kind of green light, a seal of approval, even a family blessing.

It is impossible to prevent what will eventually happen. You see me coming, don’t you? Henry is the one who takes the lead: They are once again in the barn. “I have a big cock, you have a big ass, I think they are meant to fit together.” Oliver’s replies by pulling down his pants and underwear. The huge buttocks offered on a silver plate get Henry fully hard in less than a minute, well maybe two minutes.

To grease rod and hole, they use Super Lube, a line of premium synthetic lubricants marketed to consumer and industrial customers. Nine inches are ready to plough a two-foot large ass, slowly at first but gradually increasing the rhythm as the moans of pleasure replace the cries of pain. “Feeling you deep inside me is fucking awesome, Henry. Don’t’ stop, fill my trunk with your junk, but keep a bit for me to lick once you pull out.”  

Meanwhile, newspapers and electronic media report a scandal in Philadelphia: two brothers masturbating, sucking and fucking each other. The reputation of the City of Brotherly Love is taking a terrible blow. Oliver and Henry’s mother is so shocked and admits to her husband that she would be truly ashamed if their two boys indulged in such vile acts. The husband says they are lucky to have children who are dedicated to their work, not to abominable carnal pleasures. A good example of the phrase “what you don’t know can’t hurt you”.

by Paul François

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