This one is for an anonymous reader who requested something along these lines….whoever you are, hope you like it….
Ben looked down the street from the cab as it pulled into the close where his parents lived – nothing, absolutely nothing had changed in the 6 years he’d been away, overseas – nothing ever did in this small town – and he hated that he had to come back – there was nowhere else for him to go, now he’d left the army. He’d spent the last 3 months in hospital, recovering from the stab wounds he’d received in a random street attack in Kabul, that had happened just a week before he was due to be discharged anyway. Three long months locked in a ward with nothing to do by lie there and heal – nothing to drink, not even the privacy to have a wank to relieve the boredom.
As the taxi pulled into his parent’s drive, a vaguely familiar figure opened the front door: young, tall, and blonde, wearing nothing but a tight pair of rugby shorts. He stretched his hands above his head, leaning on the door frame, the muscles in his chest and abdomen moving lithely beneath his skin, and watched the incoming car, a cheeky grin on his face.
Ben couldn’t quite place him at a distance; he paid the driver, and as he walked down the long drive, and the guy’s face came into focus he realised he was looking at a younger version of himself. Realising who it was, he dropped his kit bag, and ran forward, grinning…“Fuck … Danny – I didn’t recognise you!” The two hugged each other tightly.
“Good to have you home brother”
Ben held his baby brother at arm’s length…well baby was the wrong word, now – Danny had been 13 the last time he’d seen him, skinny, awkward and covered in spots – that had been nearly 7 years ago, before Ben had left to join the army. Man, you’ve changed completely….You’re, what 20 now, right?”
Danny grinned – “20 next week … you never remember my birthday”
“Well – you’re just as bad – where were my 35th birthday wishes last month? Mum and Dad even managed to get a message to me, out there…”
“Yeah – you know how it is…sorry bro…I’ll make it up to you… Mum and Dad are still at Uncle Joe’s funeral – so it’s just you and me tonight – I thought we could have a few beers and pizza and catch up”
“Sounds great to me – I need a swim and a drink after the journey I’ve had…” They paused, looking at each other, before he continued. “It’s really good to see you, Danny – it’s been way too long”.
Ben thought to himself that Danny was looking good – the shaved blonde hair suited him – much better than the long floppy hairstyle Ben had had at the same age. He was in much better shape than he had been then too – tall, slim and toned, with a suntan that reflected the hours a day he spent at work, lifeguarding at the local pool.
Ben had only got in shape once he joined the army, and was now heavily muscled after 7 years of hard training. He’d got into weights to try to beat the boredom of being abroad, and despite almost 3 months of inactivity, his body was still in good shape – muscular shoulders and arms, broad chest and toned, defined abs. He’d managed to convince the doctors to let him lie outside for the last week before he had been discharged, and his skin was tanned a dark brown; the blonde hair that covered his torso, arms and legs bleached almost white against his skin.
Danny grabbed Ben’s bag – “c’mon - you’re in your old room – Mum’s still never been able to get round to getting rid of all your old stuff… Get changed and come out the back – you’ve gotta see what they’ve done to the place.”
They headed inside, Ben throwing his bag into his old bedroom. He looked around his old room, everything exactly the same as it was before. He shook his head, grinning – his mum could never bear to clear his stuff out, was always terrified he was never going to come back from the army. If he remembered correctly, he used to keep his swim trunks in the third drawer, and almost laughed out loud when he pulled the faded blue pair he used to wear all summer. He stripped down naked, examining his reflection in the mirror.
He ran his fingers over his body, letting them follow the curves of the muscles on his chest and abdomen, finally examining the long pink scar that ran across his abdomen from one side of his body to the other, starting on his left hip, extending up, across his navel and as far as his ribcage. It was a souvenir of his most recent two lucky escapes – this one was given to him by a local kid, who’d tried to stab him in a fight. He’d got off lightly – the kid was holding the knife the wrong way, and the tip had only cut skin deep, and the surgeons had sewed him up well – any deeper and he’d probably be dead.
He ran his hand up, over his chest and touched the much more faded scar just below his left shoulder. He’d received that particular one just a week into his first tour – a corresponding, messier affair was on his back, marking where the bullet had passed through his body, luckily, missing any vital organs.
He rummaged through the chest of drawers, finally finding a faded pair of trunks. He pulled them up, tucking his thick cock safely inside, the shaft thickening ever so slightly as he did, before tying the drawstring firmly around his waist. Fuck he was horny – was definitely going to need to do something about that later tonight. He looked under the mattress and grinned to himself to find that his porn stash was still there…
Grabbing the towel off the bed, he headed out to the pool, looking forward to a cool swim. Danny was already on a sun lounge, stripped to the waist, beer in hand. “Hey – you want a drink? “ he asked, reaching into the icebox next to him.
“Just let me dive in first, need to wash the plane sweat off me…” Ben dove in, the water refreshing him, as he swam several lengths underwater, relishing the refreshing cold. He pulled himself out of the water, and stood, dripping in the sun. He wandered over to the icebox, pulling a chilled beer out, and swigging it down in a single gulp. He grabbed a second, before laying down on the lounge next to his brother. They lay in silence for several minutes, contemplating their thoughts, and drinking their beers.
“You really glad to be home?” Danny asked.
“I guess so - not sure what I’m going to do, now I’m out of the army though, it’s all I’ve ever known – since I joined up…Definitely safer being here though….less likely to be shot…or stabbed”
Danny got to his feet, brining another beer over, sitting down, next to Ben’s legs. “Yeah – you should have seen Mum when we got the news you’d been shot…Thought she was going to fly over personally and drag you home”
“Yeah – that was definitely something I don’t want to repeat”
Danny pointed at Ben’s shoulder – “is that where it, you know….”
“Yep….high powered rifle – bullet passed right through – the exit is worse though…” He sat up, and turned around. Danny reached forward, and ran his fingers over the scar…”Wow - does it hurt…you know, getting shot?”
“It all happened so fast – I didn’t really feel anything at the time, and they shot me full of drugs within a few minutes…It was later that it hurt, you know, during the recovery. Doesn’t really bug me anymore, although it does ache a little sometimes when it’s cold”
Danny’s warm fingers ran over Ben’s shoulder, tracing the entry wound around and around. “Man – looks painful”
“Not as bad as getting slashed…” Ben replied. “…that one made it hurt to move for weeks…” He lay back down again, pointing at the scar across his body. “Still hurts, sometimes, but it’s the itching that drives me crazy”
Danny sat on the sun lounge, and ran his hand along the long, thin mark that marred the brown tanned skin of his brother’s abdomen, tracing the scar as it traversed the curves of his abs. “Hey – you can see the stitch marks…” he remarked “…I can see the little dots along each side”
Ben closed his eyes enjoying the heat of the sun on his body, head buzzing from the first beers he had in weeks. “Yeah they did a not bad job patching me up, I guess.”
“How far down does it go?”
“Right across to my thigh….” Ben undid the drawstring of his speedo, and slipped the left side down, so Danny could see where the scar ended. Danny ran his fingers from Ben’s navel, down across his crotch to the top of his thigh where the scar ended. “Man that is huge. Mum’s going to freak if you show her…” They both laughed.
“Does it hurt at the moment?”
“Not hurt really; it twinged a bit when I was swimming, but it’s itchy as hell a lot of the time”
Danny reached down and scratched gently along the line, his fingernails gently tracing the full length of the scar. “Is it itchy now?”
Ben sighed….”yeah – but that’s nice – that’s good” Danny continued to move his nails up and across the scar, starting at one end, high on his abdomen, across his navel and down over his hips and onto his thigh. Ben finished his beer, closed his eyes, and lay back, his hands behind his head as Danny gently scratched his itch. It felt nice to be home in a way, the warm sun beating down on him, the buzz of the beer, the feeling of Danny’s hands touching his body.
He sighed deeply, completely relaxed, feeling better than he had in a long time – his breathing slowing and deepening as they sat together in silence, Danny’s fingers making him feel completely at ease. Ben was barely aware of his erection that was now tenting his speedos, and how Danny had splayed his fingers wide, as he ran his hand over his brother’s body. Soon, his fingers were combing through Ben’s blonde pubic hair, moving further and further down until the tips brushed the base of his dick, until they slowly travelled down the length of his shaft.
Danny grinned as he wrapped his hand around the base of Ben’s meaty erection, squeezing it gently.
Ben moaned groggily “…fuck….that’s really nice….”
“Been a while?”
Ben opened his eyes, grinned and responded “…far too long” He lifted his arse in the air, so Danny could slide his trunks down and off, and lay on the sun lounge, his thick, uncut cock erect, laying against his abdomen, blonde pubic hair nestled surrounding the shaft, and covering his heavy nut sack. He shielded his eyes with one hand, and watched as Danny stood up, letting his own shorts fall to his ankles, revealing a dick was almost identical to his older brother’s – uncut, long and thick, with the same blonde pubic hair surrounding it, the only difference being that he’d shaved the shaft and sack smooth.
“Fucking hell, Danny…”
Danny knelt down, tentatively leant forwards and wrapped his hand around the base of Ben’s dick, gently pulling the foreskin back. He parted his lips, and let the tip of his tongue start to lap at the piss slit, and then run around and around the exposed cockhead. It tasted clean and vaguely of the pool and salt, and he spent several minutes like this, hand wrapped around the shaft, lips and tongue teasing the tip. A soft moan escaped Ben’s lips as Danny’s warm, wet mouth enveloped his cockhead, and slowly began to work lower, taking more and more of his dick inside. Precum had started dripping from the tip, and Danny moaned as the salty juice hit his taste buds; he eagerly swallowed it down, and soon his tongue moving back to Ben’s piss slit in search of more.
Ben placed one hand on the back of Danny’s head and gently guided his mouth further down on his prick, until he could feel his cockhead press against the back of Danny’s throat. He paused briefly as Danny gagged, struggling to swallow it down, before pressing again, this time more insistently until he felt the gag reflex pass, and his dick slip all the way down his younger brother’s throat.
Danny’s nose was buried in pubes, his mouth stretched wide around the base of Ben’s dick – he could barely breathe, and was struggling not to gag. He felt Ben put one hand on each side of his head, guiding it up and down; he allowed his mouth to be controlled in this way, and concentrated on working the shaft with his tongue – feeling the individual veins, bumps and ridges as he licked it up and down.
Ben reached forward and pulled Danny around, on top of him, so that their dicks lined up with each other’s mouths. Danny moaned ecstatically as his knob slipped between Ben’s pursed lips, foreskin slipping back, and his dick slipping down Ben’s throat in a single slow thrust. He let the weight of his body press down on Ben’s face until his cock was buried deep, and he pressed his own face downwards to return the favour.
They continued to devour each other for ages, their orgasms building and building at the same time, each brother knowing when to stop working the other’s dick, not wanting to bring the final climax on too quickly.
Ben reached up, and lifted his brother by the hips, pushing him forwards. Their cocks slipped out of each other’s mouths, and Ben raised himself until he was sitting up, with Danny on his hands and knees in front of him. He parted Danny’s arse cheeks, leaned forward and touched the tip of his tongue on his hole, eliciting cries of surprise from Danny. These quickly changed into moans of pleasure as he buried his face between the smooth, hairless cheeks, working Danny’s hole with his tongue, pushing it harder and harder against it, until it slipped inside. He reached forward, gripping Danny’s erection in his right fist, pumping it gently up and down as he rimmed – constantly rubbing his thumb over the tip, lubricating it with the precum that dripped in a constant stream.
Once Danny’s hole was slippery with saliva, Ben slipped up on the sun bed, until he was kneeling behind, with his dick pressed against Danny’s cheeks. He leaned forward until his hairy chest was pressed against Danny’s back, and whispered “you ready?”
Ben reached around his brother’s body, and took his left nipple between his thumb and forefinger, squeezing them tightly, before pushing his hips gently forward so that the tip of his penis slipped inside Danny’s hole.
Danny cried out in pain as his tight arse was slowly split apart by Ben’s dick; Ben stopped pushing, leaving just the head of his cock inside; continuing to squeeze down hard on Danny’s tit. He reached around with his other hand, wrapping it around Danny’s rock hard dick, stroking it gently. After several moments, he slowly started pushing with his hips once more, gradually sliding more of his cock inside; all the time massaging Danny’s dick, which was rapidly becoming slick with precum.
They slowly started to fuck, doggy style under the hot sun, sweat dripping from their bodies onto the paving stones beneath, panting with the exertion. Ben grabbed Danny by the shoulders, pulling him backwards and allowing him to thrust faster and deeper inside, while Danny cried out each time Ben’s dick slid in – seemingly deeper and deeper with each thrust.
Their fucking got more primal, Ben pulling his dick all the way out, before slamming it back in – soon Danny was grunting as his hole was pounded time and time again. His erection was hard to the point of being painful, and soon he was wanking his cock as fast as he could, wrenching his foreskin back and forth over his cockhead, lubricated by the stream of precum that had now started to drip through the slats of the bench and onto the ground below. He clenched his arse tightly around Ben’s thrusting cock, and only after a few more entries, Ben buried his dick deep inside, moaned loudly, and started to shoot. Danny could feel each pulse of Ben’s ripple up the length of his dick, starting to spray spunk inside him, filling him with the hot seed. He too cried out and started to cum – spurt after spurt of cum erupting from his cock, splattering all over the lounge and ground underneath. Ben pulled Danny back, hard against his shooting dick, as it pumped his load, both of them now moaning and panting as their orgasms tore through their bodies.
Both of their pricks stopped spurting simultaneously, and they both lay there sweaty and panting; Ben on top, his still semi hard dick, buried deep inside Danny’s arse. He slowly withdrew, feeling his fat cockhead stretch Danny’s arse wide as it popped wetly out, allowing cum to escape, dribbling down his brother’s arse and legs. They collapsed on the sun lounge next to each other, panting and grinning at each other. Ben’s erection had subsided completely and his cock hung limply against his leg. Danny’s, on the other hand was still as hard as ever, the last pearly white drop of cum still glistened at the tip.
Ben glanced down…”still hard? After that?”
Danny rolled over until he was on top, kneeling between Bens’ legs. He grinned “…yeah, I’m ready to go again….and I reckon this time, I get to fuck your hairy arse”
Ben lifted his legs by the back of his knees, raising his arse in the air, presenting his hole to Danny, who lost no time, leaned forward and buried his tongue between the cheeks, working the hole around and around, forcing his tongue inside, until it was slick and wet with his warm spit. Ben moaned at the sensation of a tongue rimming his hole, soon his cock started to harden and thicken again in response.
Danny now stopped, and held his cockhead against Ben’s lubricated hole and slowly leaned forward, surprised at how tight it was, but how easily he seemed to take a dick up his arse.
“You done this before?”
Ben grinned up, and nodded. “All the time – we get bored in the army”
Danny pushed further and further inside until his prick was all the way in before pausing; he was pleased to see that Ben was once again hard as a rock. He slowly started to fuck Ben’s arse, sliding his cock back and forth – never pulling it all the way in, but just until he could feel Ben’s hole wrapped tightly against his shaft, just behind the head. Ben put his ankles on Danny’s shoulders, and started to stroke his dick as they fucked – his thumb and forefinger pulling his long foreskin back and forth across his cockhead. Danny changed pace – slipping his penis completely out, pausing briefly to let Ben’s hole contract slightly before sliding it slowly back in, moaning each time as he felt the tightness envelop his throbbing cockhead as it re-entered.
Ben was briefly surprised when Danny leaned forward and started to snog him – but soon he responded, and they were kissing passionately, tongues mashing together as they fucked their long, slow fuck, slowly building up to their second orgasm of the afternoon. Danny moaned briefly, thrusting his hips forward, his cock thrusting deep inside Ben’s hole; and then he started to cum, waves of pleasure erupting from his balls, his seed exploding deep inside. The feeling of warm spunk spraying inside him sent Ben over the edge too, and his cum splattered against his hairy chest and abdomen, matting the hair as it landed.
They both stood, dripping with sweat, each other’s cum running from their arses, grinning at each other, their cocks now both soft and hanging meatily against their thighs. Ben was the first to speak…. “…well….that was, umm…unexpected”
“Indeed it was…but it was fun, right?”
Still grinning, Ben answered “best fuck I’ve had for a while. C’mon – let’s get in and wash this shit off”