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ASSMUNCH
I waited with the other Bravos and the randoms for Lenger and the Sgt. Airborne to walk our floor. We all had our rucks, our backpacks, and our duffles crammed with everything. Most of us didn't bother sorting and organizing the stuff before we did. It didn't matter, we could re-pack them later. Our ruck was always packed out anyway. Sometimes you didn't get a lot of notice ahead of time to move out so our ruck was ready for mission as a matter of habit. It was just our casual stuff we had to get shoved away.
Our lockers were empty, the doors open. After Sgt. Airborne inspected Lenger would go behind him and close the door. He actually made Lenger get on hands and knees in the center of the bay so he could stand on his back to look around for anything that might have been forgotten on top of the metal lockers. Sgt. Airborne wasn't going to find anything, not in the bay, not in our lockers (or on them), not in the hall, the day room, the latrines, the showers, our instruction room, or outside perimeter of the building.
Speaking of the perimeter, that's where Kevin and Tim waited for me, on the benches. It sucked that they couldn't watch this part of the process, I think they'd both find it interesting. But at least they got to watch the next class of Airborne do their small tower jumps across the street. That's where I sent them when I had Sleeper give Hunter Wicomb a warning.
Just before we were dismissed, we lined up in front of Sgt. Airborne's desk so he could tell us where we were supposed to be. The randoms were released back to their units, or told where to report for holdover, and the Bravos were handled last. We were told we had a four day special pass, but to report back in front of Command at 0500 Wednesday. The difference between special pass and leave was the difference between a ditch and a canyon in terms of freedom. With Leave, you could go anywhere, get on a plane even. A Special pass meant you were subject to recall at any time, and you had to stay within a certain radius of your post depending on the length of the pass. A commander could cancel your Special Pass whenever he wanted, for any reason. Leave, once approved, wasn't so easily withdrawn, it was a right, not a privilege. And most Commanders were highly reluctant to pull a soldier off leave, plus they had to have a VERY good reason.
Bootlicker tried to get my attention alone while we were doing clear out, but there was just too much going on, too many things to do, and I felt like I had to be in ten places at once plus Kevin and Tim were with me most of the time. Everyone wanted to be released so no one was slacking off, not even the randoms. Bootlicker didn't seem too worked up about whatever it was, so I knew it wasn't urgent. I'd talk to him when we got back from our pass.
"We're going to have to jog to the Exchange. It's not far." I told Kevin and Tim when I got outside. "I'm actually hungry, especially since I get to eat different food than Dining Facility stuff or MRE's."
"Is it really that bad?" Kevin asked. The wind was gusting just a bit and his hair was flipping back off his shoulders.
"Depends on what you think is bad. Sometimes you're so hungry it tastes like the best thing you ever ate. Then two days later you'll try it again and it tastes blah. The Dining Facility has to feed hundreds of troops at once, so everything is made in huge portions. I've never had a vegetable that tastes like anything except mush. There's some meats that are decent. The meatloaf is usually good, especially with the gravy. Breakfast is probably the best. SOS is my favorite. But you gotta watch it. It's not fun puking it back up if your Sarge decides your Platoon is goin on a ruck march." I explained.
Kevin's eyes looked sympathetic and horrified all at once. "Our dining facilities have really good food." He said, talking about MIT.
I laughed. "Yeah, I'm not surprised. Spoiled little princes and princesses."
He shot me a look that promised future retribution for that comment. I said a prayer of thanks. Bring it on, Kev.
"So, the trick is we aren't actually running, we're just jogging. It's cool enough outside that it'll keep us warm without sweating." I knew both Kevin and Tim were in excellent shape, and a twenty minute run wasn't going to kill them. We were going to be a little late, but not too late.
While we double timed... sorry...jogged -- Older soldiers figured out eventually how to double speak and that you only used military terminology in the military setting. Unless you were telling a story to your friends, you used common civilian terms where you could. Like, with other soldiers I'd say gunship, or AH, or AH-64. But with civilians I'd say Apache Helicopter. Guys that threw out terminology and acronyms left and right were either trying too hard to sell their military experience to people who didn't know any better or sound more important than they actually were. But to another soldier or sailor it sounded pretentious and idiotic if you weren't talking to one of your own. It worked the other way around too, in case you were wondering. If you said so I took my gun' to other military, they'd just stop you right there and ask which one', or instantly assume you didn't know shit about shit. You had rifles, and you had pistols, and you had military issued weapons, and personal weapons. You had long range, short range. And the weapon you preferred or used sometimes said more about you that only another soldier would understand, like what kind of unit you were in, what you did in that unit, and more. A civilian wouldn't know what so I took my M16' meant, or the other information that phrase imparted, but another soldier would know immediately, you were probably on watch, patrol, battle drill, or taking a position and they'd definitely know you were on duty, on mission or training. You didn't always carry, but Infantry carried more often than anyone. Other MOS's would only carry rifles on high alert, and side arms if they were deployed at a forward operating base. In the military, you learned to call things what they were, or refer to them with specific terms (either nicknames, jargon, or abbreviations). Your kit was one thing, your gear vs. equipment was other stuff, your pack versus your ruck, uniform, etc. With Kevin and Tim, I didn't have to modify a whole bunch, they grew up in a military town. But right now, I was on pass, with civilians, so I was jogging'. I needed to be better about switching between the two ways of talking.
I started off leading the pace with Tim on my right and Kevin on my left, trying to keep us to an easy jog, but soon Tim had other ideas. Ah, the exuberance of youth.
"C'mon! Let's race!" he cried out surging ahead. Kevin smirked at me and leapt forward. In dress shoes and slacks, but damn I could see the flex and expansion of his muscles as he ran and he looked amazing. He really had the most fantastic legs and ass. Kevin didn't have a Sleeper level ass, it was wider and beefier, probably closer to Chunk's ass. It looked sturdy and substantial, and hard as a rock. Just a fucking solid mass of brute muscle. I was going to bury my face in there later and have a fucking feast. I think I was going to have it sunny side up, with Kevin laying on his stomach. Fuck yeah.
Kevin wasn't going to let Tim have the lead. I shrugged and let them be stupid because I knew they had no idea where they were going and they'd have to wait for me anyway. Maybe Kevin wouldn't even break a sweat, but neither of them was loaded down like I was. I sure as hell wasn't going to get into a race with either of them when I was encumbered. When I caught up I threw my duffle to Kevin and my pack to Tim, keeping my ruck on my back. That should even things out a bit.
Kevin looked at my duffle, hefted it to gauge the weight, then pushed it out to Tim and took the smaller backpack from my brother's hand.
"Hey, that's not fair, you're bigger. You should have the duffle." Tim complained.
"Get used to the weight, brat." Kevin said, shouldering the smaller pack. "You want to train, run with as much as you can bear."
I did the exchange without stopping. "Go ahead and race now. You'll learn." I said.
Tim had to adjust his stride to accommodate the bounce of the duffle, which was now on his back, his arms through the straps. Duffles aren't exactly made to be carried on your back because the handles didn't tighten, so Tim had to hold the straps while he tried to run so it wouldn't bounce and slide down below his ass. The key to carrying anything on your back was to keep it high and not let it get below your waist.
"How do you run with this shit?" Tim said. "Fuck me."
I laughed. "We aren't even going that far or that fast. Toughen up, little bro."
It was evil, I admit. Even trained soldiers didn't run with duffles on their back, and even if we did I'd pack it different so the weight was distributed in a certain way to make it easier. My ruck was always packed in a very specific order, the heavier stuff down low near my center of gravity where the back support and kidney straps would stabilize it and keep it from bouncing all over the place or making it difficult to maintain an even stride. My pack and my duffle, I'd thrown stuff in so it had no balance or distribution to the weight. That oughta keep both of them from getting us all sweaty. That was payback for neither of them offering to carry anything to begin with.
I did feel lighter, but it wasn't because I'd given Kevin and Tim stuff to carry. It was because of my Wings. That feeling would probably wear off eventually, but every time you pinned or sewed something new on your uniform you felt a certain energy from it. A new rank, an award, a patch, a tab...you felt good. It earned you just a little tiny bit more respect. The word respect' didn't get paired with the word Private' very often so I'd enjoy this feeling for the short time it flowed through me. I still hadn't gotten over the intense rush of parachuting from a plane and man did I want to do it again. I hoped my application for Ranger Class went through, and not just for the opportunity to Jump again, but for the fifty other skills I'd learn. And to be around other guys who were just as hungry to be masters of warfare.
Damn, I can't tell you how good it felt to have my little brother and Kevin with me right now. Just us men and I couldn't have chosen two better companions. It seems stupid when we were only jogging to the PX to meet my mom, but something about this moment would stay with me for years to come as one of my favorite memories. My life felt balanced and in harmony, I was me, they were them but together we had something important with each other. As a soldier you always lived in one world or the other, rarely both at once. You shucked off your uniform to force yourself into civilian mode for a few hours, or put your uniform on and dismissed the casual nature of civilian life for duty. Having your family participate in something military with you was a blend of the best of both worlds and it had its own magical energy that always felt like everything was finally right. I wondered for a brief moment if the opposite was true: could you find that feeling with your brothers doing something civilian? I'd love to just go camping in the wild with the Bravos one day and find out. They were a great bunch of guys personally and professionally, and at the very least we'd have a fucking blast together. We could fight and make up, laugh, be serious, decide our own adventure.
I really should have been careful what I wished for.
After eating at the cafeteria with Mom, we headed to the hotel, which was a good distance from Benning. Of course, the town wasn't that big so we're only talking a few miles. Mom wasn't stupid, she made sure we weren't anywhere near the area of town where the weekend partying would take place which was always lively late into Friday and Saturday nights when soldiers took it off post. The partying wasn't restricted to bars and often extended well into the early morning hours at hotels and motels making life miserable for anyone else staying there. It made me think Mom and Dad had more than a few experiences when they were young, and that made me smile. She knew how young soldiers behaved. My mom was really the best mom.
Kevin and I were sharing a room with Tim, Mom had her own next door so we got the rental car emptied of the drinks and snacks she'd bought as well as the luggage. They hadn't brought much, it was only going to be for a couple days. My stuff took up the bulk of what we had to transport.
"I need to get out of these clothes." Kevin said. I liked that he made an effort to look good with his slacks and dress shirt, but I knew he had to be hating it. Kevin hated anything tight. I suspected he wore the super tight slacks and body hugging shirt just for me, and I appreciated the display he put on for my benefit. Running track and training developed his thickness into a solid dense body that felt like it was just on the verge of action. You could feel and see the potential in his muscles. In high school he was an inch or so shorter than me, but he always had me in the size department. Since then he'd grown upwards to just shy of six feet so his mass was distributed so much more proportionately. I fucking loved it. Still the same thick legs and round ass but they tapered together more. Amazing calves too that I might just barely be able to wrap my hands around. When he stripped down I stared in appreciation at the skimpy briefs he wore. Kevin liked wearing boxers because `I gotta be able to move'. So he'd switched it up, and I had to believe he did that for me as well. A sexy line of dark pubic hair tufted over the waistband of the briefs in front, and the top of the crack of his ample ass rose from the back. The pouch in front did an excellent job of accentuating his meaty bulge but I could see the outline of his shaft pointed down and over his big nuts.
He must have seen me checking him out. "You like them?" He asked, pulling gently on the sides of the waistband to reposition and pose with a smirk he somehow made look innocent. Oh fuck him.
"Oh hell yeah." I said instead.
Of course Tim was over on the other bed watching too, but Kevin never got embarrassed about anything. And we both knew Tim liked to look at Kevin too. Hell, I don't think there'd be many people, men or women, who wouldn't like to look at that.
"Good." Kevin continued smirking, then turned away to bend over at the waist and dig through his bag. Fuck, now he was just being a tease, sticking his ass out at me like that, legs shoulder width apart, his meaty ass stretched the fabric enough that I could see the crack of his ass right through them, the baseball sized pouch that contained his cock and balls hanging between. My dick was half hard before THAT, and now it sprung to a solid steel gun barrel. I hope he let me fuck him once during this trip. Once was all I wanted. Just because he was teasing me with it didn't meant he'd give it to me, I knew. That was the mind-fuck part of the game. Carol had taught him well. I'd get whatever he decided I could have and fuck if that didn't drive me near to shooting in my underwear.
"You better hold that." He said, still bent over. I still didn't know how Carol and now Kevin knew I was on the verge of shooting, he wasn't even looking at me. Fucking sadists, the both of them.
"Would you guys just kiss already." Tim said. "I know you want to, don't hold back because of me."
Kevin stood up and looked back at me over his shoulder. Another pose, another tease. Damn, his back was wide. I saw his eyebrow raise, and I knew immediately what he was thinking.
"Excellent idea, Tim." I said, and got up. Once I was on my feet, Kevin and I moved together towards Tim and pinned him back on the mattress. Then we both smothered him with kisses all over his head and neck while he did the absolute least he could to fight us off but still make it look like he was resisting.
"Not me! You guys!" He argued.
I planted one last kiss right on his forehead. "Thanks for coming to my graduation, Tim." I said with a smile, looking straight into his eyes. He was a good little brother. That made him smile.
Kevin had climbed on to straddle Tim to hold him down, but he didn't move when he grabbed me by the chin and pulled me up to him.
"Hey..." I said.
"Hey yourself, handsome." Kevin replied, hitting me with those soft flannel eyes. I was gone. Lost in the Kiss, again.
"I wish I could kiss someone like that." Tim said, finally breaking the spell Kevin had put on me. Tim was still laying there pinned by Kevin's ass, relaxed and dreamy eyed. Kevin smirked.
"One day, brat. Some girl will rock your world and you won't know what hit you." He told Tim.
"Let me up, I'm going to take a shower."
Kevin gave a chuckle. He reached behind his back and grabbed Tim by the crotch. "Yeah, that's what I figured." He said, climbing off. "Don't whack it so hard you pull the skin off, pervert."
"You're too old to remember what it's like, asshole." Tim said. "I get hard at everything. I'm not a pervert."
"That's gonna cost you, brat." Kevin said roughly and he flipped Tim over masterfully and yanked his pants and underwear down while putting his knee across Tim's shoulders.
"Tom! Don't let him do it!" Tim squealed, squirming.
"Me? I can't save you." I said, laughing. "He could take both of us. Besides, you called him old, you deserve it."
Kevin licked his hand and planted a solid whack to Tim's bare asscheeks.
"Agggghhh! He called me a pervert!" Tim squealed.
"Guess one wasn't enough, he doesn't sound sorry." Kevin said calmly and gave my little brother another whack.
"Okay! I'm sorry! I'm sorry I called you old!" Tim begged.
Kevin eased up on his knee. "Good. Don't let it happen again."
Kevin didn't know Tim like I knew Tim. Something else was going to come out of his mouth. I heard it coming a mile away. It was in the way he left his insincere apology hanging unfinished.
"Asshole." Tim breathed, not loud, but not quiet enough to escape notice either.
WHACK! Kevin didn't hold back this time. He took it easy the first two swats, going for shock more than effect. But this time...Hell I knew how hard he could smack your ass when he put some effort into it. And the smirk he threw me when he did it told me he knew what was going through my mind. His look promised I'd get equal treatment at the moment of his choosing. Fuck my cock was dripping now.
"Ow! Ow! You ass--" Tim stopped himself. Now he was sorry. Properly. "You ... person!" He finished. I guess that was the only thing he could think of to finish what he started to say in a way that wasn't going to get him another swat.
Kevin dismounted then gave Tim a kiss on the cheek. "Sorry if I hurt you, little bro. You okay?" Kevin knew he couldn't hurt ME, but Tim was an unknown.
Tim chuckled, and I knew he was okay. "Yeah, I'm not a baby." Tim stood up and Kevin and I noticed his boner hadn't gone down at all and was sticking out nice and proud with a slight curve to its length. He gave us both an evil look as he took a step toward the bathroom. "You hit like a girl anyway." And he took off. Kevin almost caught him but got the door slammed in his face and we could hear Tim's laughter echoing. "SUCKER!"
Fucking little brothers. Such a little shit.
"I'm going to teach him a lesson when he gets out." Kevin growled.
It was my turn to give Kevin a smirk. "Good luck, I've tried."
My boyfriend's grey eyes turned stormy as they looked at me. "Looks like I'm going to have to take it out on you."
Oh fuck yeah I thought as my dick jumped.
"Strip." He ordered me, sauntering over to the chair in the corner of the room. He sat down slowly, spreading his legs and slouching down. He leaned his head on his fist and started groping his dick through his briefs with his other hand.
"What if Tim comes out?" I said, starting to remove my uniform.
"First, you better do what I told you to do." The threat was clear, and thrilling. He paused for a couple seconds to underline his seriousness. "Second, so what? It won't be the first time he's seen us fuck. Third, he's in there beating his meat, probably thinking of us fucking anyway. Fourth, it's been years since he could take a long hot shower. I remember what it was like at your house. Five minute max. He's sixteen, he's going to enjoy that shower until the water goes cold and he'll probably jack off enough times to clog the drain. We have plenty of time. Fifth, why aren't you naked and crawling over here already? You're going to get double for making me wait." He growled. Damn, he knew just how to get me torqued up. The voice he used to make his little speech had every nerve in my body revved up, rough, barely controlled patience and assertive demand in every word.
Crawl, he wanted me to crawl. Two could play at that game. I dropped to my hands and knees and fixed my eyes on his crotch.
"Oh, is that what you want?" He said, spreading his legs wider. He lifted the leg of his briefs and pushed his thick cock out. He leaned back, never taking his eyes off me. His eyes were half-lidded in a sleepy sort of way, but make no mistake, they promised a brutal immediate future. He took up the entire chair with his beefy size, looking like a heathen warrior sitting on a throne of skulls. He pulled his foreskin back briefly, then re-hooded his hard cock. I caught a glimpse of precum glistening at the tip. "Mmmm, yeah, that's it... stalk your prey."
I licked my lips as I took my time stretching out my limbs in a slow and languorous movement, rolling my shoulders with every extension. I was going to take my fucking time. He wanted to play animals? Fine. I kept my head low as I crawled, my lips in a snarl. Playing with my prey was a panther's prerogative, and this beast before me was not too big for me to handle. I could taste the sweet juicy meat already.
"Good kitty. Come here, I have a treat for you."
Like hell I was going to be that easy. Yeah, I wanted it, so much it was driving me crazy, but he started it and the game was no fun if either of us gave up right away. I looked away, over to the bed, the door, down at my hands. I took a quick glance back at him with a bored look and saw a scowl coupled with a dark, sinister smirk.
"Disobedient." Just one word, but it held so much meaning as a promise. He sighed and shook his head once. As if he actually regretted what he had to do. I wasn't fooled.
I created a plan all my own that had nothing to do with his desires. All he had to do was move. Whoever moved first lost the first round.
He took his hand away from his gorgeous cock and ran it through his hair, that sexy rake that pulled it away from his gorgeous face. "I guess you want it the hard way." I blinked slowly, completely still.
Even though I had been waiting for him to move, his leap from the chair took me by surprise, it was that quick. I saw his muscles tense, but I'm ashamed to admit I let my focus lapse to enjoy the ripples of them under his skin. So many beautiful muscles holding all that comfortable effortless power.
His hand was around my throat in half a second. I bit his wrist and grabbed him behind the knees. He jerked his hand back.
I grinned up at him and yanked him off his feet. Whoever was below us heard a nice booming thud as his entire weight hit the carpet, or maybe not. Hopefully it was concrete, but who knows?
"That's going to cost you." He grunted kicking his leg over to scissor my head. "You think you're the only feral beast in this room?"
He could talk all he wanted. One of us was getting fucked. As much as I wanted it to happen to me, I was going to make him earn it, and if he wasn't man enough... well too bad for him because I was going to sink my dick balls deep in that magnificent big ass of his.
I drove my hand up between his humongous calves and pried his ankles off my neck. Yeah fucker, I learned a few things in the army.
For which I received a hard kick to the face. I saw stars for a second. Damn, so it was like that, huh? Oh fuck yeah. Bring it on, stud. If we both didn't end up bloody I was going to be sorely disappointed.
"Remember, you asked for this. I'm going to ring your fucking bell until you're a nice, domesticated pet." He growled. And he sent his heel into my chest. I rolled to take the majority of the force out of it, but it still felt like he reached my spine. I got to my feet, grinning.
I let him climb to his feet as well. He didn't even fix his briefs, his thick, hard dick still coming out the leg. It looked angry. I snarled. I crouched in a fighter's stance. He smirked. I had a moment's doubt. He wasn't worried at all.
"Aw, look at the training." He said in a condescending tone like he was talking to a kindergartner. Then he just stepped forward slowly, not protecting, not guarding.
I took a swing. It was a mistake. He barely moved and my wrist was in his grip. His hard, unbreakable grip. I gave him two rapid shots to the kidney which barely registered on his face. He yanked my arm down and around, my only choice was to let him flip me over. I'd recover when my feet reached the floor, I wasn't worried.
I should have been worried. Because he punched me in the gut while I was still flying over. And he didn't pull it.
"FUCK!" I gasped. And then he punched me in the face. Fucking hard. Then he didn't wait he gave me a hard knee to the hip, full force.
I went down to my knees. Fuck, where was that emptiness when I needed it? He was taking me apart. I was going to feel this tomorrow.
He bent over to whisper in my ear. "C'mon Tom, you're better than this. You better start fighting back or I'm going to have to fuck you when you're unconscious. And don't think I won't."
He was right. I was taking it easy on him because I still thought of him as the man I loved. It was still a game to me. That had to go. I breathed, closed my eyes for a moment and felt the emptiness take me. I cautioned myself not to break any bones, but everything else was open as a tactic.
"Oh-ho... Look who decided to show up to the fight." Kevin said when he saw the look in my eyes. "C'mon killer, show me what you can do."
tit for tat. I round-housed him right in that square handsome jaw, which made him take a step back and shake his head. Even in my zone he looked so fucking hot when his head rocked with the force of my kick and his hair flew. Fuck yeah, I clocked him GOOD, and I decided I would kick him in his head a couple more times just to watch it again.
"Nice." He smiled. He had blood on his teeth. Fucking sexy as hell. Now he crouched, on guard. I guess he decided to take it seriously. I had to put my heel into his sternum next, like he had done to me. Automatic me planned it. A fake to get him to open and turn slightly. I had to heel him with a back kick, but he played it exactly like I orchestrated.
"Hey...are you.... ? Oh you fucker." He laughed, gasping at first, then his big, booming full laugh. He figured it out. Every shot he had given me, every time he rang my bell, I was doing to him. "But, time's up, hot stuff. I want to fuck two loads into you before your brother gets out of the shower, so as fun as this is, I'm going to have to put you down."
That's what he thought. I went in for a disabling strike but it glanced off the nerve cluster just below his sternum. I ignored the spike of pain that traveled through my wrist when my half-folded finger knuckles hit bone.
The spike of pain distracted me for maybe only a tenth of a second, but it was enough for him to wrap my head in his big arms.
"Time to go to sleep, beautiful." He whispered.
I came to feeling his hips slamming into mine as he plowed my ass with all his weight. My legs were pinned by his hands, splayed out onto the mattress beside my hips.
"Welcome back sexy." He murmured with a smile. Fuck I loved him. "Took you long enough."
"Have you cum yet?" I asked him, not sure why that was the first question out of my mouth, but his insistent pounding and the fullness in my ass were all I cared about. I couldn't have been out that long. I had never felt this relaxed. I drifted in a state of perfect ease.
"Just waiting for you, baby." He stroked twice more, powerful deep thrusts. "Number one." He said, pausing for just a couple seconds as I felt his thickness expand and throb along with a sub vocal growl from his throat. He looked deep into my eyes as he shot his seed inside me.
And that made my dick suddenly spring up. I'd gone soft when I lost consciousness, but with his cum shooting inside me it didn't matter, my own cum started pouring out of my dick. Fuck! I came soft, what the hell? That's what he did to me, and our fight unlocked something visceral inside me, some connection to him I couldn't explain.
"Oooooooooohhhhhhhhhh fuuuuuuuccccckkkkkkkkkk" I moaned in a long, deep heave as the cum poured out of my dick onto my stomach as my head arched back. I didn't shoot, it poured out of me and holy fucking hell it was amazing, like one long continuous spurt of jizz originating in my prostate.
I looked up into his smiling face. "You're"
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He dove onto my face and kissed me with his bloody mouth and I just kept cumming. I was going to pass out again. I felt the world close in, the light became a tunnel, and then nothing.
I woke up again with him gazing at my face with a look of deep love radiating from those soft flannel eyes. He was still on top of me, inside of me. He kissed me again, this time full and everything, it was The Kiss. I had never been so happy, so content, so completely submitted to him.
"You're incredible. The things you make me feel, Tom." He whispered, tears in his eyes. "Did I hurt you?"
I laughed with a joy I don't think I'd ever felt. "You hurt me as much as I wanted you to. I meant it. You're perfect, Kev."
"Why do you do that?" He asked, grinning. "I was going to be all gentle and loving and treat you like my beautiful, wonderful Tom. I wanted to show you how much I love you. Instead, we end up kicking each others' ass until we're bruised and bloody then have the best sex we've had, ever."
I gazed at him, serious. "I feel how much you love me every time you meet me on a new, higher level. Every time I think I've left you behind, you come up and meet me. I was going to beat you bloody and fuck you if you didn't get me first. I can't believe you got me. But...."
He waited. But I didn't fill the silence. I just fell into his eyes.
"But you were waiting for me to get there with you...". He finished. He locked me, pulled me in. And just as I was spiraling down, he said "I'll do whatever I have to, Tom, to be right beside you, always." his kiss was in my soul.
"Don't mind me, I'll just get dressed over here while you keep your dick in my brother's ass."
Kevin didn't move. He just smirked. "Lesson." He whispered.
God it felt awful when he yanked his thick cock out of my ass, but he was up and off the bed in an instant. Part of me wanted him to beat my little brother bloody too, for ruining the moment.
I didn't have the strength to participate, I was too far in that feeling of contentment, so I watched. Part of me knew I was just laying there exposed, the blankets fallen off the end of the bed. But men were men. Naked, cocks out, bare-assed, only weak men cared about that. I rolled onto my side to see what punishment Kevin would demand. He would never go further than Tim could endure. And after he took me without breaking a sweat, I knew Tim was going to get what was coming to him.
"Tom. Control your boyfriend." Tim tried first.
I just remained silent. "C'mon Kevin. It was just fun, right?" Tim continued when I didn't interfere.
Kevin was walking slowly towards him. I knew his dick was still hard, at most he'd cum twice. Usually it took four times until he was done. Poor little Tim. No, Kevin wasn't going to fuck Tim. But the picture of Kevin the Beast striding slowly towards you with a rock hard thick as fuck cock paints a whole different picture than some dude fully clothed, right? And Tim didn't know what to keep his eyes on. Kevin knew that, his rather large dick bouncing out in front of him as he walked.
"Did you call me a sucker?" Kevin said, in a surprisingly conversational tone.
"Well... It was... I mean... " Tim stammered.
"It made me think you weren't really sorry. Like you apologized without meaning it." Kevin was now just a foot away from Tim. Both were naked, but only Kevin was hard. I guess Tim had whacked all the stiffness out of his not too shabby teenaged dick in the shower.
"I meant it, I swear." Tim said, his eyes wide.
Kevin stepped forward, now they were almost touching. He bent down, Tim was still shorter than him by four inches or so. I saw Tim's body tremble. Kevin whispered something in his ear and I saw his lips move across the flesh there, like a caress. Kevin made sure his lips touched Tim's ear. I knew how soft Kevin's lips were, and how they felt so good when they brushed across you.
I was enjoying this. I knew how Carol had taught Kevin everything she knew, so I know Kevin was playing with my little brother in some way. We were both sure Tim was probably bi, and we knew he had a thing for Kevin. Nothing was going to happen, but Kevin was getting his pound of flesh for Tim's impertinence and disrespect. Kevin couldn't be that close to Tim without his dick rubbing up against his stomach, he was way too close.
Then Kevin pulled his head back slightly to line up with Tim's face, their noses touching. I wish I knew what Kevin whispered to Tim.
"Are you going to be a good boy?" Kevin said, his lips so close to Tim's I found myself wanting to see them touch. Kevin's eyes were locked onto Tim's, and I watched my little brother's chest heave with deep breaths. Tim didn't want to move away, even a centimeter.
"Yes, sir." Tim said, with the barest breath.
Kevin put his hand up on Tim's head and stroked his face. "Good boy." He said, and gave Tim the barest brush with his lips.
When Kevin turned back around to me where Tim couldn't see I got the most satisfied smirk I'd ever seen on him. Fuck... Kevin was just insane.
I didn't miss the renewed boner my brother sported, and the dreamy smile on his face as well as his closed eyes.
I was also newly bonered. And after that performance, I didn't care if my little brother watched.
"You better pull the sheets up." I said when Kevin came back.
"No, you want him to know what real love is?" Kevin asked. "He needs to see it. That last part, he's not ready for. But this, I want him to find this for himself. Girl or guy. Are you in?" Kevin asked me. He raised is eyebrows.
I didn't know how to answer. I wanted to protect my little brother. I didn't want him to think of sex as dirty, or something to be ashamed of regardless of how he wanted to do it or who he wanted to do it with. But part of me also didn't want him to think this was an invitation to join in. After what I just saw between Kevin and Tim, I knew I'd want Kevin to be the one to show Tim what sex between two men could be, just like I felt good about Carol teaching him about sex with women. Tim obviously carried a crush on Kevin from the start, and I loved that. Tim saw Kevin as a hero, and if he couldn't emulate me or dad, Kevin was the next best choice. I knew Tim's personality though, and he'd blaze his own trail. Shit... this was up to me. Was Tim ready? I had no idea.
I felt the right decision settle on my mind. It was up to Tim.
I looked over to my little brother, who was still standing where Kevin left him, hard teenage dick erect, his hero-worshipping eyes on Kevin who was next to me.
"Tim?" I called out.
"Yeah Tom?" the expectant hope in his voice cut me, just a little, I know what he wanted, just from his response. And I'd be lying if I said I didn't want that too, just a little. But he was my brother, and he had to grow into a man of his own mind before I'd even consider crossing that line. Right now, he had heroes, he had larger than life men who were everything he wanted to be, and he just lost his biggest hero, his father. In this, I had to be resolute. My little brother was a HUGE part of my heart. I wanted him to be a man to be proud of, a man HE would be proud to be. I know he would let either Kevin or I do whatever we wanted with him, but I didn't want him to be anyone's plaything, manipulated into conditioned responses, submissive to the first person that gave him a boner, afraid to be confrontational or draw the line between what was worth it, and what you could leave behind you in a forgotten pile of trash.
Maybe Kevin was right. If I walked away from Kevin today he'd pace behind me two steps away until I looked back and then he'd challenge me. He wouldn't let me take another step until I proved I wanted to leave him behind. And it would be damn hard to prove that. I couldn't figure out how he maintained his independence, his own path, but I still had him right beside me. How the fuck did he do that? He was like no one I'd ever met. He was ALL him, but somehow he was part of me too. I don't think I was him... I sure as hell couldn't meet him on that intellectual brain level he was at. My brain didn't turn in gears like his. I knew, I saw, it came to me, I understood...but fuck if I could explain it. It was all intuition for me, some fucking kind of magic that just connected the dots without understanding how. Kevins gears clicked until all the pegs fell into the right holes and he knew every peg, every hole, every gear, every turn. He dissected until all the tiny pieces were revealed. Me... hell I saw people as whole and complete, and I just understood what that meant.
But Tim had to see how real it was. He had to know the depth it could reach. That stuffing your dick into someone was fine, but there were levels so much deeper where souls fucked, where minds inseminated and fertilized. Sex was biological. But making love was metaphysical. Levels existed, and I was sure humanity hadn't found them all, not after my altered state experiences. Hell, how had Kevin made me cum just after regaining consciousness?
I felt the dive over the cliff was imminent and right. I loved my baby brother so much, maybe more than I even loved Kevin, that I wanted him to know, to understand how deep that chasm of love could be so that he had a lodestone to orient towards when he found love himself. I know he loved me, and I absolutely know he was in love with Kevin, but a love all his own was what I wished for him, something he would value and protect with every fiber of his being. A love that lived and grew inside him as its own immutable truth, like what I had with Kevin.
"Come here, Tim." I said softly.
I watched him walk over, trepidation in every step. I looked up at Kevin, into his eyes, those beautiful, soft flannel eyes that held all the emotion I pushed with every beat of my heart, He knew what I would ask.
I looked up at Tim, standing next to Kevin. They were so different. Tim was unfinished, not yet complete, his face needing me to be the one to decide.
"Tim, do you want Kevin to kiss you? Nothing more, just a kiss?"
I saw a tear fall from Tim's eye. "Yes, but I don't want to hurt you. Is it okay, Tom?" The pleading in his words...fuck. He thought he would steal Kevin from me?
Kevin answered, reaching up to hold Tim's young face in his hands. "Tim...Little bro... I love you, you know that right? You aren't going to hurt anything. Tom loves you with all of his heart. I love you too. It's okay. We want you to know what that love feels like."
Tim was looking down. He was crying fully now, tears just pouring from his eyes. He looked up, his eyes full of hope.
Kevin moved in slowly and first kissed Tim with a gentle peck, just barely brushing his lips on Tim's. I saw Tim's body go limp, but Kevin was ready, and surrounded him with his capable, comfortable arms.
And then... Tim felt....
The Kiss.