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Brothers

John had his back to me and I have to admit it was a pleasant surprise to find him shirtless. The new horse, who’s name I didn’t yet know, was standing patiently while John brushed her coat to a glistening shine. I leant against the open stable door and watched the muscles moving under the smooth tanned skin of the farmer’s broad back. His biceps bunched and flexed and his hard looking ass cheeks moved invitingly inside his loose jeans. I had met John weeks before and he and Dad had welcomed me into their family in a distinctly non platonic manner. My new brother had sucked me off whilst Dad ploughed my arse. On that occasion I had had the pleasure of not only kissing the half-naked stud who now stood in front of me but of also groping those tight, hard buns that tensed and relaxed with each sweep of the brush across the horse’s back and were getting me more and more interested in the idea of brotherly love! Of course it wouldn’t be real interfamilial sex as we weren’t real brothers, but we both thought of Andy as our Dad and that sort of made us related. Whatever!

‘Are you just going to stand there perving or is there a specific reason for your being here?’ I could feel the aggression emanating from John and was shocked to realise how pissed off with me he was. He stopped brushing and turned to face me. The anger in eyes gave me cause to pause before I responded to his challenge. My brain went in to over drive as I dredged through all my people management skills and training to identify the safest way for me to reach out to him. I was well aware of Dad’s expectations and his love for both of us. This was an important crossroads for John and I.

‘Sorry. I was transfixed by the way your body was moving as you were working. It’s beautiful.’ I’d caught him off guard. The last thing he had expected was a such a genuine and honest complement when I responded to his belligerent manner.

‘Oh, well………. I ah…..’ His eyes refocused on the floor at my feet and he shuffled uncomfortably.

‘She’s a stunner isn’t she.’ I nodded towards the horse and took a step towards her. ‘Is it okay if I stroke her?’

‘Yeah, just be calm, no sudden moves. She’s still a bit nervous.’ I looked straight at him.

‘You know I’m still a little scared of these things. They’re so fucking big!’ I deliberately hesitated in my approach.

‘You’ll be fine Phil. Look I’ll show you.’ He came and stood by me taking my hand in his. ‘Ruthy, this is Phil. He’s a nice guy and he won’t hurt you.’ He placed my hand on Ruthy’s neck, keeping hold of it with his. ‘Just stroke her firmly but lovingly Phil and she will be as happy as Larry.’ I must admit I was enjoying the feel of his hard body pressing against mine as much as I was petting the horse. After a few minutes he  released my hand and let me fuss Ruthy without any direct instruction. He made no move to put any distance between us however. ‘She likes you,’ Ruthy tossed her head and leaned into me.

‘It’s a bit like playing with a great big dog isn’t it? She’s a great soppy lump.’ I was smiling from ear to ear. Remember I had been all but terrified of the beasts a few months ago, so standing next to a strange one and experiencing no discomfort or fear gave me a real buzz. ‘Do you think Dad will let me ride her one day?’

‘Yeah, I’m sure he will.’ He rested his hand on my shoulder and patted me, ‘if I tell him you can anyway.’ I shot him a questioning look. ‘Ruthy’s mine Phil. I’ve been saving to buy a horse for a couple of years.  Dad gave me a bonus to say thanks for running the farm for the last few months and that gave me enough to buy her.’ He looked at his acquisition with pride and love. ‘She is beautiful isn’t she.’

‘Yes John she is.’ We took time to admire his new horse and it was only as he went on to ask me what I was doing in the stables that I noticed he still had his hand on my shoulder.

‘I wanted to talk to you about Andy.’ I paused and turned to look him in the eye before I continued, ‘about Dad.’ I saw John physically tense and he took a step back, away from me. ‘Please John, I don’t want to come between the two of you and I think my being here is causing you to drift apart. I never intended or imagined that I would get as close to Dad as I have and it certainly never crossed my mind when he pulled me over that day on the M11 that I was about to meet the father figure I’d  spent my life wishing for.’ I was relieved to see some of the aggression and frustration John had begun to exhibit leave his face and his shoulders relaxed a little. ‘I don’t know whether you believe me or not but I really like you, I’d love to get to know you better – and not just because you’re gook looking, sexy and gave me a great blow job the first time we met. Although those facts help.’ I tried to use humour to get closer to him. It started to work.

John laughed with me, ‘You’re not bad yourself.’ He shuffled his feet and pushed his hands in his pockets. ‘If I’m honest Phil, it’s not you I’m pissed off with.’ He was embarrassed and was finding it difficult to look at me. I decided to wait for him to continue. ‘I’m angry at myself. Okay?....... I’m jealous that he’s spending so much time with you, and what makes me feel even more like a shit, is that Dad’s told me some of your story and explained why he’s giving you so much attention. I understand it. But I still feel jealous of you.’

‘How long have you known him? You were a kid when you first met him weren’t you?’ I thought that reminding John of his past with Andy might help. I was also curious. His eyes lit up as the memories came to him.

‘Yes. My real dad had just died. Cancer. Mum was struggling ……. Obviously. I was fourteen and went off the rails. My dad had worked for Andy and we lived in a house on the farm that came with the job. He could have thrown us out, but he didn’t. When mum told him I was mixing with the local yobs and trouble makers he took charge.’ He laughed as he told how Dad had arrested him on some trumped up charge and had locked him in a cell for a night and the best part of the next day. ‘It scared the shit out of me.’ He relaxed and sat on a bale of hay as he continued. ‘He started to spend more and more time with me and put me in charge of stuff round the farm, with the horses especially. He taught me to ride. I worshipped him. I still do.’

I sat down next to him. ‘He is pretty amazing isn’t he? I love the way he always seems to know when I need him. He makes it easy to love him doesn’t he?’ John nodded. ‘Is there any reason we can’t share him?’

‘No. No  reason at all Phil.’ He sort of snorted and quietly laughed. ‘I’m being a prick aren’t I?’

‘I don’t think so, no. I think you love Dad very much and have good reason to. I can see why you’d think I was here to replace you and I’m glad you know I’m not.’ I held my hand out to him. ‘Friends?’ He took it and held it firmly.

‘Yeah. Friends. And I’m sorry Phil….’

‘Please don’t apologise for loving someone and being afraid of losing them. I’d have been the same in your shoes.’

‘Can I hug you?’

‘I’d love you too.’ He shifted round on the hay and wrapped his arms round me. I put mine round him and we hugged each other tightly.

‘Fuck you feel good. We need to do this more often.’ We laughed together.

‘I got the best deal.’

‘How come?’ We relaxed our embrace so that we could look at each other.

‘I’ve got my arms round a half-naked hunk who looks, feels and smells great. I can stay like this for as long as you let me.’  Still laughing he stood up took my hand and pulled me out of the stable. He walked me over to the barn, opened the door and led me inside closing it behand him. As soon as the door was closed he pulled my t-shirt up and over my head.

‘Now we’re even.’ He ran his hands over my chest and stomach as he leaned in to kiss me. ‘I can see what Dad sees in you,’ he mumbled just before our lips pressed together. He forced his tongue into my mouth. I let my hands travel down his back to feel the hard muscles of his ass. He groaned in to my mouth when I took a buttock in each hand and gave them a good squeeze. I pulled his groin hard against mine and we ground our hardening cocks together. He clearly enjoyed having his arse manhandled and the intensity of his kissing increased in proportion to how hard I pulled and squeezed his tight buns. ‘Fuck me Phil, please.’ I decided to play a game with him, hoping he would go along with it.

‘I need to check with Dad first. He might not want me to fuck you.’ I pushed my fingers into his jeans clad crack eliciting more groans as he sucked my tongue deep into his hungry mouth. ‘Do you want to ask him or can I?’

‘I can’t wait. I need you inside me now.’ He started to unfasten my jeans. I pulled away from him. He whimpered in frustration.

‘Phone him. Get your phone out of your pocket and call him.’

‘You’re serious aren’t you?’

‘Yes. If you get his permission for me to fuck you then I will.’ I reached into his pocket and pulled his phone out. I scrolled through his numbers, found Andy’s and pressed dial. It took three tries before it connected. The mobile network in those days was patchy to say the least and the phones were pretty useless. However if you persisted you could usually catch a signal and hold an often interrupted conversation. Dad’s landline rang, we could hear it in the barn. He answered. ‘Dad it’s me, Phil. …………. I’m just in the barn with John ………. No, everything’s fine ………… well he has something to ask you ……….. he needs your permission for something………….okay I’ll pass you over.’ I handed the phone to John. ‘Go on. Ask him.’

‘Hello Dad………..yes ……….. no we’re good, no problems at all ……… well……. He says I have to ask your permission before he’ll screw me.’ He looked over at me as he listened to Dad’s answer. ‘Okay. I’ll tell him…….. see you in a minute.’ He put his phone down on a bag of grain. ‘He’s on his way over.’

‘What did he say?’ John smiled.

‘He said you can but only if he watches. That’s why he’s coming ov……….’ The barn door opened and Dad walked in. He was smiling but I’d seen that look before and knew we’d better do as we were told. John looked at me nervously.

Dad stood in the middle of the open space inside the door with his hands on his hips. He spoke to John first. ‘Get undressed John, I want to see you naked. NOW.’ John jumped and quickly stripped off his jeans, boots, socks and tight boxer briefs. An eight inch long cock sprang to attention. He was cut and although not as thick as Dad’s I knew that the day I got his dick in my arse I would have a lot of fun with it. But today was about me getting my seven inch fuck tool buried between the drop dead gorgeous ass cheeks his nudity revealed. I rubbed myself as I looked at him. It had been a while since I had wanted to fuck another man and although it wasn’t something I did regularly I enjoyed it when the right boypussy came along and I was looking at the perfect boypussy right at that minute. John was gorgeous. His body was hard with well defined muscles bourne from hard work and riding not from working out at the gym. I was fit and well-muscled thanks to a regular exercise regimen, John’s beautiful physique was a result of hours spent working the farm whilst his mouth watering ass was pert, firm and as I soon discovered, could grip like a vice thanks to the hours he spent training and riding the horses.

Dad gave him his next order. ‘Get Phil naked then suck his dick. Go on then.’ He barked at John who had been too slow in responding to his instructions. Dad turned to me, ‘you are  not allowed to touch either John or yourself until I tell you to. Got that?’ I nodded quickly, not wanting him to shout at me as he had at my ‘brother’.

John soon had me naked and was kneeling at my feet. He looked over to Dad for confirmation that he could proceed. ‘Good boy Johnny.’ A broad grin split John’s face. ‘You can suck him now. Go on. Get him ready for your arse. Show me how much you want your brother’s cock in your gut.’ I watched as John took my balls in one hand and circled the root of my fuck stick with his finger and thumb. His mouth closed round my helmet and he pushed his tongue into my foreskin which slid back exposing my sensitive crown to his ministrations. I wanted to grab his head and face fuck him but even as I moved my hands Dad growled at me. ‘Don’t move. I told you not to touch him.’ I was shocked out of the trance John’s mouth had put me in and looked apologetically at Dad. He was removing his own clothes now and his eyes never wavered from mine as he slowly, erotically, disrobed. Once naked he walked over to us and ran a hand from my shoulder, down and across my back to my sexy peach like buttocks. Dad loved playing with my bum. He spent hours stroking, tickling, gently spanking, kissing and licking it. But above all he loved to have me walking round the house in just a gym vest with my ass bobbing and bouncing. I always got a raging hardon when we played this particular game as I knew that eventually I would feel his big hard pole splitting me wide open. Today was no exception. As he played with my round globes he whispered into my ear, ‘of course you know that the only reason I’m allowing you to fuck your brother is because it’s turning me on.’ He pressed a finger against my always eager hole. ‘ And you know what happens to your cunt when I’m turned on don’t you?’ I gasped as the finger entered me and was pushed to the knuckle. ‘Yes, my new boy likes his arse full doesn’t he?’ I didn’t realise he was expecting an answer. The finger was screwed into me harder. ‘Well? Doesn’t he?’

‘Yes Dad he does. Oh fuck yessss.’ I hissed between clenched teeth as John timed his sudden descent to the root of my tool with Dad’s increased pressure in my arse. I was forced onto my toes as Dad pushed harder and harder into me lifting me up. At the same time my brother was taking every inch of my aching penis in his mouth and massaging it with his tongue and throat. My whole body was tense and straining with the effort of maintaining my balance and coping with the extreme sensations shooting through me as my new family worked me over.

The finger in my ass was joined by another and then three were drilled into my grasping cunt. My cock was near to exploding in John’s expert mouth. ‘If …………. You two………….don’t stop………….I’m gonna……………Aahhhhhhh.’ Mouth and fingers were removed and I slowly came down to earth. Dad turned to John.

‘Bend over the grain sacks boy and spread your legs wide.’ Then he spoke to me. ‘Eat your brother’s boycunt and get it ready for your dick, son.’

I crouched down behind John and got my first look at his pink rosebud. It was the sexiest I’d seen. At that point in my life I hadn’t been up close and personal with many arse holes but of the few I’d seen and even fewer I’d eaten, this was far and away the nicest. His buns were small, muscled and smooth. The valley between them was hairless and thanks to the position Dad had got him into, stretched wide allowing me unimpeded access to the sweet looking love button. I inhaled the musky smell of him. He’d been working hard all day and his scent was strong but clean, a mix of body odour, piss, soap and his unique man-smell that was simply intoxicating. I heard myself groan loudly as I placed my hands, one each side of his hips and leaned in to lick his pussy crack from top to bottom then back up again. Each time my tongue travelled over his puckered ring he moaned and pushed his arse towards me. I ran my mouth back down his bucking crevice and stopped at his twitching lovebud. Fuck he smelt good, like a hard fit man should smell. I was going dizzy I was so turned on by him. My tongue was lashing at his cunt lips, pushing into him, fucking him. I rubbed my unshaved chin across the tender ring making him moan and push back hard. I was grinding the rough bristles against the sensitive skin at the same time as taking his balls in my hand and pulling them down, stretching his sac. His moans became shouts of pleasurable pain. ‘Oh fuck yeah. Oh Phil. Oh brother. Fuck me brother. Please fuck me.’

I didn’t need to be asked again and stood up positioned my leaking cock against his hot, wet eager pussy and pushed. He was tighter than I had expected and I had to push and tease for a few minutes before he was relaxed enough to let me in. ‘Ahhhh. Fuck John it’s so hot. Oh brother……….. take it brother. Take all of it.’ I smoothly and unhurriedly pushed my entire length into his pulsing fuck channel. John whimpered and dry sobs of ecstasy escaped from him culminating in a loud ‘Oh SHIT’ as I felt my balls come to rest against his taint. I gave a hard push burying every bit of my swollen dick inside him, pressing against his inner sphincter.

‘That’s it son. Push it deep. Fill your brother up.’ Dad was standing behind me looking over my shoulder as I began to slowly pull back out then plough back into the gaping, grasping mancunt of the stud I could call brother. I could feel Dad’s cock hitting my arse crack every time I withdrew and his hands were rubbing up and down my lower back and bum cheeks. ‘Get him ready for your daddy, son. Fuck his pussy hard.’ His hands parted my cheeks and I felt him lube my hole with his spit. Now as I pulled back before smashing my cock back into my vocal brother’s ass Dad’s cock began it’s gradual entry into me. I felt the helmet breach my sphincter and pushed back. A steady rhythm built between us but it wasn’t going to take me long to reach orgasm with John’s hot cunt wrapped around my cock and Dad’s monster tool bashing into mine. My balls churned, my body spasmed and I felt my burning spunk pump up my hard shaft before it tore out of my japs-eye and blasted as deep as I could push into my brother’s guts. I clamped my arse muscles around Dad’s fuck rod as I came and felt a second wave of physical intensity over take me as he pummelled his steaming load into me. Just as I was beginning to breathe again John screamed at the top of his voice and his body bucked and twisted under me as the muscles around my tender cock sucked me in harder and more firmly than I could have imagined. Incredibly I felt a second load of cum rush up my penis and spit into him. It was almost painful and drained me completely.

The three of us remained joined together as we slumped over each other and the bags of grain. Because of his position Dad was the first to slip out, ‘no Dad, stay in me please.’ He kissed my shoulder and I heard him quietly chuckle as he stood up.

‘Maybe later son,’ he playfully smacked my bum. ‘Right now I need a shower. And so do you two.’ He walked to the door his shiny wet cock hanging out in front of him.

‘Fuck me my Dad’s a sexy cunt,’ I thought, and despite the sex we had just had and the fact that I knew I was exhausted, I felt my cock twitching and beginning to thicken again. John felt it too and groaned with lust grinding himself onto me. I closed my eyes and involuntarily began to slowly fuck my brother’s cum filled hole. I looked at Dad as I slid in and out of the sloppy mancunt and he took his own thickening cock in his hand. ‘I thought you wanted to fuck him? He’s all lubed up and ready for you.’ Dad walked back to us and pushed his hand between my groin and John’s crack. His finger followed my cock as it moved in and out, and I felt John tense as it pushed into him with my now steel hard prick. A second finger followed making John beg for more.

‘Yes Dad, please fuck me Dad. I need you to breed me Dad. Please I need your seed Dad. Please….’

I pulled out completely and stood to the side. Dad took my place and in one smooth but hard motion drove his big thick dick to the hilt into his other son. I stood back and watched as John was fucked hard and without mercy by the magnificent stallion that was our Dad. He slammed into him so hard that with every thrust John was pushed further and further onto the grain sacks until he was laying face down on them his legs being held high and wide as Dad pounded his smashed cunt. Dad looked round at me, ‘get up there and fuck his face Phil.’

I didn’t hesitate and climbed onto the stack of grain bags. Taking a handful of his hair I pulled John’s face up and pushed my dick in his mouth. I thought the chances of my managing to cum again were pretty much nil but the feel of his expert tongue and lips around my aching shaft was more than enough pleasure for me.

Dad was fucking him with a violence and intensity I’d not seen before and John was loving every hard thrusting inch of it. We spit roasted my new brother and locked eyes with each other as Dad began to moan. ‘Gonna cum in my son. Gonna fill your cunt boy.’ With one last massively hard thrust he bellowed like a bull as he shot his load. John was pushed forward violently and my cock disappeared to the root as I slid down his wide open throat. Incredibly, amazingly I felt that familiar tingle as I blew another helping of cum into John. Dad and I joined hands and held each other upright as we unloaded into the whimpering cum dump laying between us.

As he finished, Dad pulled out, indicating I should do the same. He then flipped John onto his back. ‘Suck him dry Phil. Give him his reward for being a good boy.’ I leaned over John’s inert body and took his leaking cock in my mouth. Seconds later I was swallowing his hot sweet man juice as he writhed and groaned under me.

‘Now we definitely need a shower. In doors both of you. NOW.’ He had a huge grin on his face. He helped John to his feet and hugged him. ‘And as for you young man, no more of this unnecessary jealously. I’ve got two sons now and I love each as much as the other.’

John hung his head in mock embarrassment, ‘I know Dad and I’m sorry. I was a prick.’

‘Yes you were but we will say no more about it.’ He released John from the bear hug he had him in. ‘Right, who wants to wash my back?’

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Later that night the three of us were sharing the huge bed in Dad’s room. Dad had ended up in the middle with John on his left and me on his right. We were relaxed and the talk between us was open and honest. Somehow we got onto the subject of my extra-curricular sexual activities at the various cruising spots I knew. John was fascinated as he had only ever had sex with Dad before I arrived and the thought of anonymous hook-ups with random strangers was obviously turning him on. He raised himself up and rested his head in his hand, elbow on the pillow, ‘can I go with him one day Dad?’

Andy looked at me smiling, ‘What do you think Phil? Will he cramp your style?’

Smiling back at him I shook my head, ‘No. I think they’ll come like bees to a honey pot for that ass. We’ll be fighting them off.’

‘You might need an older, bigger man to help keep order then?’ John was on his knees now, bouncing on the bed with excitement. It was like watching a kid at Christmas.

And so began a new phase in my life. As well as finding anonymous sex as I drove around my territory the three of us would often travel separately to cruising spots and cottages, pretend not to know each other and start some great sex sessions with other guys who never cottoned on to the fact we were playing a game. We didn’t do it very often but when we did it was exciting and fun. Dad was especially good at it. I remember one occasion when he took John and I to a local forest trolling site where he ……….. but that’s another story.