Staying at a cousin’s house on the coast, my brother and I had tumbled into bed at the end of the evening, forced to share a double-bed due to the size of the family gathering. We’d done it often enough as kids so didn’t think twice about it; that is until the next morning when I awoke to find him snoring happily beside me with a big fat erection nestled happily in the dark carpet of fur which covered his stomach.
We’re both well into our 40s now and had always been close; we’d even “fooled around” a bit in those tumultuous teen years when hormones go crazy and an erection could (and did!) arrive at any hour of the day or night. He’s a couple of years older than me, and whilst neither of us would qualify as oil paintings, we have enough solid hairy charm to enjoy more than enough attention from our respective sexual partners.
Malcolm had been in and out of various relationships with women over the years, while my own relationships with a variety of men mirrored that pattern, in its own distinctly gay way. Fair to say we both enjoyed our sexual lives but (so far) had managed to avoid anything that could potentially turn serious, a tendency inherited from our parents who had successfully managed to stay married whilst acting as if they lived alone.
The room was light enough in the early dawn to see his tumescent member clearly, his large fur covered balls hanging heavily between his legs. Changed as he was, the sight still flooded me with happy memories of those distant days, and I confess that I was greatly aroused by his proximity and his overwhelming masculinity. My cock, normally stiff in the morning anyway, was as hard as his and sticking out of the boxer shorts I had modestly left on the previous evening.
I wanted desperately to reach across and hold his warm flesh pole in my hand, but didn’t want to break the moment, and was unsure how he would react to such brotherly familiarity. His cock twitched, as if responding to a dream, and I pondered the erotic scenario playing itself out in his sleep-soaked mind.
I lay back and took hold of my own cock, casually sliding my slippery foreskin back and forth, enjoying the moment of private intimacy and hoping the gentle movement of my arm would not disturb my brother’s happy slumber.
It did.
“Don’t forget me” he drawled sleepily, grabbing his cock and lazily waving it about as if to attract my attention. An unnecessary precaution.
“You sure?” I asked, not wanting to start anything that might be regretted later. “It’s been a while.”
“Too long” he answered, giving me that crooked smile I’d always tried to replicate.
Propping myself up on my elbow I reached across and ran a couple of fingers along his hard shaft, starting from the soft skin of his ball sack and slowly traversing the taught warm flesh right up to his moist piss slit. A soft groan escaped his lips and he laughed softly, as if amused by the memories it brought back.
“You always knew your way around a cock” he observed with gratifying sincerity, “I’d forgotten how good it feels.”
I rubbed the taut cord of his frenulum and coaxed a few drops of precum from his eye, happy to see that the old magic was still there. Rubbing the juice over his purple knob, I slicked down the rest of his shaft and gripped it firmly in my fist, pulling back his tight foreskin and holding his cock like a dagger, remembering how tight and hard he liked to be handled.
Not knowing how far I should go, but unable to stop myself, I leant down and put my nose up close to his swollen knob, filling myself with his funk and musk in one long inhalation; I almost cried with the intensity of it.
“You always did like my stink” he whispered, “go on, you can suck it if you like, just like old times.”
I did, just like old times, licking the dribble of precum from the tip before wrapping my lips around the crown and ever so slowly enveloping the full length, right down to the base so that I could feel his full bush against my face, his hardness at the back of my throat. He moaned and pushed deeper still, almost (but not quite) making me gag, forcing me to slide my lips back up to the head, where he wanted them.
I tongued that special spot and was rewarded with even more precum, sweet and smooth just as I remembered. I slid his foreskin back over the crown and worked my tongue underneath, relishing its slippery velvet smoothness, nibbling ever so gently on the loose skin, making him buck his hips and almost (but not quite) beg me to stop.
“Fuck” he gasped, “you’ve been practicing!”
I let his dick go and looked up, laughing at the delight on his face. He reached across and took my hard shaft in his hand, repaying the attention I’d been giving him. I straightened up and, struggling out of my shorts, let him pull on my skin for a while, enjoying the firm grip of his hand as he moved the hood back and forth, bringing me way too close to lift off.
He stopped, knowing my rhythm even after all this time, not quite done with our intimate reunion. Cupping my balls in his hand, he gently stroked and pulled them, sending a nice shiver straight up my spine, relaxing me back to a low simmer. One finger massaged my perineum, straying perilously close to the smooth outer ring of my arsehole.
“You know” he said, way too casually to be casual, “the woman I’m seeing at the moment won’t let me fuck her until she’s fucked me with a dildo.”
I looked at him, surprised by this confession. He had his cock in his other hand and was gently pulling on it, careful not to let himself go too far. I think I knew what he was getting at but needed to be sure.
“And did you like it?”, I asked, daring to hope that I knew the answer already.
“Not at first” he confessed, a look of wry amusement on his face. “To be honest it hurt like buggery!” We laughed.
“But?”
“But, now I can’t get enough of it!” he confessed, a wicked smile bursting out like the sun, his finger daring to move in and massage the tight ring of my anus. “You wouldn’t care to fuck your older brother I suppose?” He must have felt my dick jerk in his hand, which was answer enough.
“You sure?” I responded, all too eagerly.
“Well, I’ve never had an actual dick up there, so now’s as good a time as any, and who else am I gonna let fuck me but my brother?”
His reasoning was flawless and it took no time at all to convince me. Our teenage fumblings had all been about handjobs, frottage and a bit of sucking, and we’d always managed to skirt around the notion of arseholes and fucking, despite the fact that it had definitely been on my mind, if not his.
Now it was front and centre and my heart was racing as he hauled himself up from his prone position on the bed and faced me kneeling, a look of eager anticipation on his face, his dick standing straight up.
“How do you want to do this?” he asked, ceding the expertise to me.
“Let’s try doggy-style” I suggested, “that way we both have some control.” Which sounded incredibly reasonable, and would also allow me a full-on view of his hairy butt, which I desperately craved.
“Sounds good” he happily agreed, “that’s the way my lady friend likes to fuck me as well.” She and I clearly had much in common.
Swinging around he went on hands and knees, his beautiful bum directly in front of me, his legs spread, his heavy balls dangling between them, a favourite angle. I put a hand on each cheek, softly massaging them while every so often spreading them apart to catch a glimpse of his tight pink ring, nestled amongst the riot of jet black fur that made a forest of his butt crack. I was definitely going to enjoy this, although neither of us had thought to bring any lube; a family gathering after all.
Fortunately we’re both heavy precummers, and reaching between his legs I squeezed his leaking knob and collected a thick strand of his cock juice which I smeared liberally over and into his tight hole. He gasped in surprise as first one and then two fingers opened him up and explored his warm moist passage, pushing past his tight sphincter gently but firmly. It only took a few seconds for those grunts to turn into moans, and I knew he was ready.
Leaking precum liberally I spread more juice around his pouting ring and ever so gently began pushing against it with my engorged head, allowing the tip to squeeze just inside, watching entranced as his anus opened up and began to swallow my root. I was fucking my brother!
Then he took me by surprise by pushing back against me, forcing the full length of my dick to slide into his arse, making him grunt with pleasure and pain, which soon enough turned to pleasure alone as I began rhythmically sliding in and out of his warm passage.
“Is that okay?” I asked, already pretty sure of the answer.
“Fuuuuuuuuck!” came the reply, confirming my suspicions.
“Can I cum inside you?”
“Yeah, but not just yet.”
Clearly he was enjoying this as much as I was and we both relaxed into the rhythm, pushing and pulling and entering and withdrawing, even our breathing was in sync. I leant forward and kissed his back, tasting the salt of his sweat and smelling his powerful scent. He twisted his head around to look at me and we kissed, the first time ever, and it felt great.
I came at that moment, deep inside him, and my whole body jerked with the release, again and again and again. I felt him spasm beneath me and knew that he was cumming too, both of us trying desperately to stifle the roars of pleasure we were feeling, surrounded as we were by other members of the family, all hopefully still asleep.
I reached around and took hold of his cock, jerking it hard the way he liked, forcing out the final spurts of jizz before he collapsed forward onto the bed, gasping as if for life itself, taking me with him, my cock slowly softening inside. I lay on top of him, both of us heaving, and kissed the back of his neck before nibbling on his ear. He turned his head again and we kissed some more.
I couldn’t say precisely how long we lay like that but I’m sure he fell asleep underneath me, and I happily pressed down on top of him, trying to keep my soft cock inside for as long as possible.
Noises from the house finally woke him, alerting us to movement elsewhere and we kissed once more before I rolled off, my dick falling out of his arsehole with a loud squelching noise that made us both we laugh; as kids we’d always thought farting was the funniest thing in the entire world. We lay still for a moment, listening to identify the sounds and realised that the household was slowly coming to life.
Recovering ourselves hastily we rolled off the bed and tugged on tee-shirts and dressing gowns, my brother taking the additional precaution of pulling on his discarded undies, just in case.
Heading for the door we stopped momentarily and faced each other, one last hug, one last kiss before composing ourselves and heading out into the hallway and the bustle of the day’s beginning.
