Delivery from Jimmy

My dreams were filled with all kinds of crazy images. One thing that was pretty consistent was that I was trying to get away from something and I couldn’t. I kept getting pushed from man to man, but I couldn’t really see their faces. Each was muscular, all with different skin colors, different amounts of hair, some were clean shaven some had beards. I was startled away when, in my dream, the last man who grabbed me had a face. It was my own brother. He grabbed my face and kissed, then drove his cock up my ass, which is when I woke up.

I must have startled Mack with my abrupt waking, because he was on his feet in a hot minute and looking around groggily. Seeing this god of man, pendulum of a cock swinging around, made me start to chuckle. He looked at me and wiped the sleep out of his eyes and pushed me back on the bed. “You fuckin did that on purpose didn’t you Mikey?” He was shaking his head as he walked into the bathroom and let loose a heavy stream of piss.

As he walked back to me, he scooped me up in his arms and wrapped my legs around his waist. “I should get out of here before your husband gets home. He asked me to check on you, not fuck that tight little pussy of yours.” I kiss him after he says that. His kisses get urgent before he pulls away and says, “You gotta stop now baby, daddy’s gotta go.” I reach back and grab his hardening cock. He respositions my legs so they’re on his shoulder now, walks over to the wall and pressed me against it. In one hard thrust he’s balls deep inside me. I stared into his eyes as the breath is knocked out of me and I moan a high pitched squeal.

“You don’t tease daddy like that without getting punished Mikey!” He continues to hammer me ass, driving steadily upward into me. It’s starting to feel like he’s rearranging my insides. His steady hammering is making me whimper. The power hes exuding over me is so fucking hot though, my body can’t take it. Within a few minutes of his powerfucking, my body breaks out in goosebumps and the hair on my head stands up and I rocket cum all over between us. Hes lost in his pounding and doesn’t notice. He’s not far behind me though, as I feel him start to shake. Locking his lips on mine, I can feel the vibration of his growls as he cums in me. His load not as full or powerful as the previous, but its dripping from me.

He lets me down and rests his forehead on mine, “I’m never going to be able to look at you again without feeling that tight ring on my cock Mikey. You’re such a slut.” He chuckled as he said the last part, so I know it’s a term of endearment for him.

He pulls on his clothes and is out the door in a matter of minutes. As his cum continues to slide from my ass, I think back to the dream that I had before that big hunk of a brute pinned me to the wall and fucked me. Why would I be having sex dreams that involve my brother? Now to clarify, I have 3 brothers, two foster brothers and one biological. The brother that I was dreaming about was a foster.

To give some background, when my biological brother and I were in junior high school, my parents decided to help a family out that lived several hours away. Their two sons, Ryan and Kyle, were very talented when it came to hockey. However, they were in a school district that left a little something to be desired, so they reached out to the hockey coach in our town to see if he knew anyone that would be interested in hosted them. Turns out, that was my family.

Both were tall, dark, strapping men. Sinewy muscles throughout their broad bodies. I was instantly attracted to Ryan, he’s the oldest. I fell into a deep crush on him as soon as they moved in. He was a great “big brother” because he always let me hang around, and often times when he’d be watching a movie, I’d be right there with my head in his lap. Kyle on the other hand I didn’t really like that much at first. He was kind of the silent brooding type. He would always just kind of move through the house without interacting with us. Looking back I’m sure that had to do with the fact he felt abandoned by his parents for shipping him off to live with strangers.

As time passed, Kyle warmed up to our family, it wasn’t uncommon for me to be found sandwiched between the two of them on the couch. Head on one lap, feet on another. I loved spending time with both of them, and I’m sure they knew I was a little gay boy, desperately hoping they liked me back.

Now, fast forward to my dream while entangled with Mack. In this dream it was Ryan who took me so abruptly. It was that vision that shocked me out of my sleep. Ryan is now married with a couple of kids. He still has that tall, dark, handsome look about him though. Think of that typical, hot, suburban, DILF. That’s Ryan, still maintaining his hockey bubble butt and muscles throughout. As time has gone on, we don’t get to see each other much anymore, lives being what they are – always torn between work, family, etc.

As I stand at the island thinking about the dream still and wondering what kind of possible meaning there could be, I hear my phone chiming from the bedroom. Walking back to the bedroom I grab my phone to see who was contacting me, and it was a text message, from Ryan. I almost dropped my phone because the oddity of that coincidence kind of scared me. It simply said, “Had a dream about you last night Mikey, it was kinda weird, but got me thinking its been too long since we’ve seen each other. We need to grab a beer sometime! Free tonight?” Letting out the breath I didn’t realize that I was holding in I quickly replied, “Sure, tell me when and where, and I’ll be there Ry.”

After I’d hit send, I texted my husband to tell him that Ryan had reached out, so I would be out this evening and not to worry. He responded, “I’ll grab a beer with Dave” followed by a devil emoticon. Which I knew was his way of telling me, without telling me, that he was going to ride Dave’s cock.

As soon as I finished texting my husband, Ryan’s text came through that he’d like to meet in an hour at a place that wasn’t too far away. I hadn’t realized how late in the day it had gotten with everything that I’d done today, and everyone. I rushed around, giving myself a quick rinse in the shower and throwing on some clothes. I was surprised that I was a little nervous, and made sure that wore clothes that accentuated my ass and fit tight to my body. Unconsciously, I wanted to show off for Ryan.

I pull up to the place he mentioned and it appears to be a pretty slow night, there are almost no cars in the parking lot. Heading through the door, I had trouble finding him, he was kind of tucked of in a corner which seemed to almost disappear from the rest of the bar because of how dark it was. He stood up and pulled me close, wrapping me in one of his full bodied hugs, that I remember so well. I could feel seemingly every inch of him touching me. As he pulled away, he gave me a quick once over and says, “Damn Mikey, you’re lookin good.” After giving him the same treatment, I respond in kind.

We take our seats and fall easily into a good flow of conversation. However, when I asked about the family that’s when things came to a screeching halt. He looked down and said, “She left me Mikey, she took the kids and she left.” I was shocked they seemed to have the perfect life. I asked what he thought had happened, and he shrugged. “Ry, there’s gotta be a reason for why she left you.” He looked up at me and said, “I think there is someone else, she’s been hiding things from me, she guards her phone. I just can’t prove it.” I stand up and step between his legs and hug him tight. He arms wrap around my waist, and he looks up at me and says, “You’ve always been my little man Mikey, always there when I need you.” In that moment I lean forward and kiss him on the lips, it’s a chaste kiss, and when I pull back I say, “I always will be Ry, I love you.” I saw a flicker of something in his eyes, he registered that there may have been more to my love than just a brotherly love.

We stayed like that for a minute, just looking each others eyes. His hands started to slip though and I felt them slide down to my ass. At first I thought he was just putting his arms down, until I felt his big mits cup my ass. He starts kneading them, keeping the most intense eye contact. One hand slips back up to my waist, only momentarily though, before it plunges down the back of my pants. He roughly searches my ass for my puckered ring, still swollen from Mack’s invasion this morning.

Like a hot knife falls through butter, his finger finds no resistance as it plunges into my ass. “How long have you waited for me to do this Mikey?” He asks as his finger slowly fucks my enflamed hole. “Since day one Ry, I wanted you from day one.” A leering grin crosses his shadowed face. He says, “So you’re telling me I could have had a nice, tight, little hole to fuck since high school?” I dumbly nodded, panting to the rhythm of his finger.

His hand is yanked from my pants and he grabs me by the arm, hustling me toward the bathroom. Once inside, we quickly make our way to the stall. He pushes me up against the wall, face first and I feel him undoing my pants. Once they’re undo he pushes them down, just far enough to clear my ass. As soon as my ass is in the open, I hear him spit. Glancing back I see his 7.5 inches of fat cock. He may not reach as deep in me with his cock, but I’ve been wanting this since he came to live with us.

I feel his warm, slick head at my ass. Hesitant, he waits. He cares about me enough not to just plow ahead, literally and figuratively. I take the lead and press back, hard. His cock breaks through my outer ring, beginning its plunge. I feel every vein, every wrinkle, every fold. He’s intentionally taking his time.

By the time I feel his wiry pubic hair, I would have sworn he’d been in me 5 minutes, but I knew it was less. He bottoms out, and leans forward against me, “Does it feel like you hoped it would Little Mikey?” I just groaned in response. He doesn’t realize that just this afternoon, I’d had a prophetic dream about this. It damn sure felt just like that.

He pulled all the way and then slammed back into me. He may have only done that once, it was surely his way of asserting his dominance over me. After that, he just pushed me down, and rode my ass. Smooth, steady thrusts, the work of an artist. His hands stroking my back as he pummeled my ass. Bracing myself on the toilet now, I looked back and said, “Fuck me harder Ry.”

He obliged, his heavy, staccato thrusts like punctuation. His sweat was dripping on my back, and his roaming hands rubbing it into me. By this point we were both louder than we should have been with our moans. Finally, my body flush with pleasure my cock shot rope after rope over the toilet in front me. My ass, clamping down on Ryan’s cock, suddenly was on the receiving end of almost angry thrusts. He was truly hammering my ass. It only took another minute before he bellowed, “FUCK” and the all too familiar feeling of cum filling my ass, washed over me.

He hadn’t even pulled out of my ass and there was a knock at the stall door, “Come on man, let me have a go at his faggot ass.” Ryan, without even wiping off his cock yet, opens the door and tells the guy to fuck off. Closing the door again, he pulls me up and wraps his arms around me, pulling my head to his chest. “I love you Mikey.” He looks down at me and draws my face to his and kisses me deeply, sinking his tongue into my mouth, chewing on my lip. Our pants still around our ankles, our cocks are sliding together, mine covered in my cum and his covered in my ass juice and his cum.

We clean ourselves up the best we can, before stepping out of the bathroom. The guy who had knocked on the stall door, was walking out the door as we stepped up the bar.  The bartender walks over to our side of the bar and says, “Hey man, I thought you were waiting on your brother?” Ryan wraps his arm around my shoulder and says, “I was!” Looking confused for a second the bartender says, “Seriously? You just fucked your brother?” Ryan nods and says, “He’s got a sweet hole too.”

With that, we too make our way to the door. Looking back the bartender is palming his, very full looking crotch. Ryan tells me it was good to catch up saying he’d like to catch up again soon. He punctuates that last statement with a smoldering kiss and grinds his crotch into mine then pulls away and climbs in his car and drives off with a wink, wave, and blown kiss.

I hesitate getting in my car. “Fuck it” I say to myself. Turning back toward the bar we just walked out of, I step through the door. The bartender is a younger guy, maybe mid-20s and has a nice build on him. “What time do you close?” I ask. Stepping around the bar, he goes and locks the door. He is coming back toward me, undoing his belt as he does. “I’m turning into such a slut” I think to myself as I grab his open jeans and pull him to me.