The Brown Brothers

Grant greeted his younger brother on the driveway in front of his house with a man hug. A firm embrace that included a series of hard patting on the back like they were beating bongo drums. And then a chest bump for good measure before finally parting.

"Fucking hell baby bro you been working out" Grant remarked. He noticed Clifford's beaming a smile as he looked down at his puffed up chest, a chuffed expression on his face.

 "Hey back on the dating scene after the divorce bro. Got to put some effort in to get the ladies. Especially at my age"

Grant raised an eyebrow and frowned "what do you mean especially at your fucking age. I am three years older than you ya cunt"

Grant felt his brother's hand on his shoulder "but you are happily married. You don't have to worry about being a bit" Clifford glanced down at the paunch stomach before patting it gently and adding "chunky"

"Fuck you" Grant said as he laughed out loud and pushed his brother away playfully.

There was no doubt that they were brothers. They shared facial features that made them look so much alike. The small slightly turned up button nose, the strong jaw line, and especially the eyes. Strikingly blue with the same sultry look to the shape of dark eyebrows.

Both stood at six one with almost identical styled black hair, now slightly highlighted with grey. Their body sizes similar, apart from now Clifford looked more buff than his older brother with the Dad bod.

After Clifford caught up with his brother's wife in the garden Grant showed him up two flights of stairs to the converted loft space that had been his retreat from the wife and kids. A large television mounted on the wall and stacks of DVDs and blu-rays on one wall.

"There is an ensuite" Grant said pointing to a door "and a small beer fridge" Grant added turning around 180 degrees 

"Nice set up. I appreciate it big bro" Clifford said "No problems. All yours until you get sorted"

A large skylight gave generous amounts of natural light making the space look larger than it was. Minimal furniture added to the illusion. A white sofa bed the only seating with a small wooden coffee table in front.

"Is the sofa bed easy enough to open?" Clifford enquired as he already began the process of pulling it out

 "Yeah" Grant said stepping out the way and sliding the coffee table against the wall.

A few glossy magazines fell to the floor as the sofa bed unfolded fully. And before Grant could get close Clifford was picking them up, grinning as he looked at the covers.

"Jeez I can't remember the last time I saw a porno mag" Clifford said with a chuckle 

"I forget that those were there" Grant explained flustered

Clifford scrutinised one of the magazines closely, a curious look on his face as he began to flick through the pages.

"It can't be" Clifford said grinning "you kept these"

"Yeah well. You know that I can be a hoarder" Grant said scratching his head.

Clifford found some pages that were stuck together and was in no doubt about the kind of glue that bonded them. He just wasn't sure if it was his, his brother's, or a blend.

"These certainly bring back some fond memories" Clifford said sitting down and continuing to flick through the pages of a second magazine. Recalling the female models as he looked upon each one, and recollecting the actions that were once prompted by looking at the magazines with his older brother.

Grant sat down beside his brother and glanced at the images that currently captivated his baby brother. 

"You always did prefer the natural blondes with fake tits and shaved muffs" Grant remarked bluntly

Clifford moved the open magazine to one side and glanced down to his groin "yeah, they still have the same effect"

Grant couldn't help but look at the bulge in tightly fitting jeans that stretched across one side.

"Fucking hell baby bro I don't believe you" Grant said shaking his head as if disapproving of his brother's obvious state of arousal.

"What? Like they don't still effect you the same way"

"Maybe" Grant responded with a semi serious tone as he shrugged his shoulders.

Without warning Clifford tossed the magazine to the floor and pushed his brother back on the sofa bed playfully. Easily pinning him down as he straddled his waist, chuckling loudly as his older brother's attempts to get free were futile, although it didn't prevent him trying.

There had been a time when Clifford had no chance of overpowering his older brother. But that was then, not now.

"Come on, get off" Grant said laughing as he struggled. And suddenly Grant's laughing stopped as he shouted out "hey what the fuck you doing"

"I knew that you were boned up as well bro" Clifford said as his hand grabbed at his brother's crotch. The feel of firm meaty rod unmistakable.

"Stop, let go" Grant shouted with a look of panic on his face. But Clifford wasn't about to let go so soon. He continued to grip firmly upon rigid bulge as he pinned his squirming brother down. Laughing all the while as if it was all just a joke, his older brother bucking wildly attempting to throw him off.

"Shit!" Came a desperate cry as Grant's body tensed up and froze. The realization of what was going to happen came too late as Clifford felt a rapid throbbing against his palm, soon followed by a warm moist sensation.

The smile fell from Clifford's face and quickly he released his grip and jumped back "Sorry I... I didn't mean..." Clifford stammered apologetically 

Grant let out a gruff sigh as he collapsed back "not your fault. You wasn't to know that I hadn't cum in over a month" he said as if that was justification for what happened.

"A month?" Clifford said trying not to sound like he was judging. And failing.

"Over a month" Grant clarified "that is why the magazines were there. I was trying to stoke things up a bit in private. Get my mojo back"

Clifford looked at his brother sympathetically. The feel of his brother's cum still on his palm. Not like that was a first.

"Well nothing wrong down there now clearly" Clifford stated wiping his hand down the front of his jeans and forcing a smile 

"Yeah thanks baby bro".

There was a few moments of awkward silence before Grant heaved himself up. His eyes examining the large damp patch as he grimmaced. An accumulation of pent up jizz that had saturated his underpants and pushed through denim jeans.

"I can't very well go downstairs like this" 

"Why don't you have a shower. I can get you a pair of clean jeans and underwear from your bedroom" Clifford offered as he watched his brother already begin to undo his jeans.

"Yeah that would be great. Cheers" Grant said feeling the gooey mess coating his genitals. He didn't delay removing jeans and underwear in one go as his brother stood watching.

"Right then. Okay" Clifford said still gazing upon his brother who stood with merely a t shirt and socks on. His spent cock still semi swollen as it hung down over loose scrotum dripping.

It was a while since he had seen his big brother naked, and he couldn't bring himself to look away as Grant removed his t shirt followed by his socks. His dick flopping around as he moved.

Sure his body wasn't gym fit. But still he looked good. The dad body suited him.

"What is it?" Grant asked as he stood naked hands by his side "nothing that you haven't seen before" he added gruffly

Clifford broke from the trance and looked away, stepping quickly towards the stairs and nearly tripping"I will go and get your jeans then".

As Grant stood beneath the cool spray of the ensuite shower he was confused. He had not been able to get an erection properly for a while. And in an instant he had gotten a hard on a teenage boy would have been proud of.

And a few moments later he had ejaculated.

He put it down to coincidence that his younger brother just happened to be there at the time.

The ensuite door opened and with eyes closed tightly Grant heard his brother voice "I got you a pair of jeans and underwear. Nobody noticed so I erm... think we are safe"

Grant chuckled. Talk about just like old times. Apart from it was their parents who they were paranoid of busting them post orgasm.

Grant rinsed the soap from his face and opened one eye to see his brother stood watching him intently through the partially misty shower screen. And as his gaze fell down he noticed that his younger brother was still boned up in his jeans.

"Looks like I am not the only one who needs to empty a nut load little bro" Grant remarked still looking down 

"Yeah I do" Clifford replied "once you are gone I will rub one out to those magazines of yours"

Grant just managed to stop himself suggesting that his brother need not wait. Instead he just smiled. And then became aware that he was getting aroused again.

"Just like waiting for a bus baby bro. You wait ages and then you get one after the other" Grant said making no attempt to hide the predicament of his rising cock. He recalled the many times as youths his brother had seen him hard, and told himself it was no big deal some thirty years later.

"Maybe we should look at the magazines together" Clifford suggested semi seriously taking Grant by surprise. As Grant pondered on the suggestion his hand grabbed at cock and gave it a tug.

Maybe it wasn't such a bad idea he thought to himself.

A bit of harmless fun. Like old times.

Grant turned the water off and opened the shower door. He gave his brother a quizzical look. And then leaned towards him and said in a whisper "you will have to lock the door so we are not disturbed".

Grant could not quite believe what he had just said to  his younger brother, even as his cock throbbed in eager anticipation of what they were about to do as grown up men. 

Feeling the same adrenaline rush of excitement as when they were lads and about to secretly masturbate together.