The London Eye is deserted. It was worth getting up at crack of dawn. No one in their right mind will be sightseeing at this hour and in this kind of suffocating fog. There’s no one getting in the way. Just me, my camera, and the view.
In fact it’s quite eerie down here. The Thames slides silently between the two banks and even the rumble of cars and buses crossing the bridge is muffled. I shiver inside my old Parka, though I know it’ll be warm once I get inside. That’s why I’m wearing a loose silky shirt and old jeans underneath. I like to move freely when I’m taking pictures.
My pod glides alongside like a spaceship and I step in. I walk over to the far side, ready to rise up in the air. The white air and fog seem to rush at the glass, blocking everything out. Behind me the door slides shut.
The vents are puffing out great gusts of warm air. I take off my jacket, toss it onto the bench. It’s had a rough life. Dates back to my grubby teenage years. I unbutton my blouse a little, lean my forehead against the cool glass. I can see Big Ben leering through the cloud, but that’s about it. I can barely even see the other pods. It’s like being wrapped in a blanket in here, totally secret.

We are barely moving, but already we’re suspended above the ground. I say ‘we’ because someone else is in here with me.
Shit. I grip my camera tightly, keeping my back firmly turned. Ignore them. Fingers of watery sun are fanning round Big Ben’s face like a weird halo and I focus.
I can hear the faint rustle of clothing. I turn sideways, as if to frame another picture. A man is sitting on the bench, staring down the river towards Battersea. Fine. I’ll just get on with it. Trust me, though, to try to take my prize portfolio in dense fog.
‘I daresay you wanted to be alone up here,’ the man remarks. He has the most incredible, deep voice, like chocolate. ‘Me too.’
My shoulders hunch with irritation. I feel like ejecting. I glance at him. Big dark coat, open over a battered looking suit. Cool glasses. Dark stubble on his chin. So he got up at crack of dawn, too.
‘Never alone, though, are you, in London?’ I look up at the pod above us. I can see movement. Can’t see who, or how many. ‘People everywhere.’
‘Sorry. I should have taken the next one.’
We catch eyes. His are grey, turned down in some kind of sadness. I lift my camera to hide my face, and take a picture of him. Catch a smile just starting. Christ, he’s handsome. What stupid woman has just hurt him?
My hand holding the camera is shaking. He keeps his distance, but he is still looking at me. I can see myself and the white sky reflected in his glasses.
‘What do you see?’ he asks, stepping closer. ‘With your camera?’
The tightness has gone from my shoulders. Now it’s somewhere in my stomach, clenching like hunger. A trickle of sweat runs through my hair, down my neck.

‘They really ought to sort out this heating. It’s tropical in here.’
He nods, takes off his coat. Loosens his tie, but doesn’t undo it. A couple of hairs curl through his shirt collar. They are dark, like the stubble on his chin.
‘People, or things?’ he asks, taking off his glasses and wiping them. ‘Scenery, buildings, animals?’
‘Everything.’
‘Ever catch something secret? A couple kissing at the tube station? Or see them through a window, having sex?’
I hold the camera uselessly now, wiping my upper lip. He’s right up close. He takes the camera off me, scrolls through my pictures.
‘I see all that,’ I say, watching his hands holding my camera, the way his finger flexes over the tiny button. ‘There is one here, yes, not posed at all. Two people fucking.’ The word is out there, stark and sensational. He looks up at me and I go hot. ‘I just try to make the world look better.’
‘And they look great, don’t they, those two? The black and white is a good choice, too.’ He lifts the screen right up to his face. ‘They’d be pleased, wouldn’t they, if they could see these? So flattering. Look how long the woman’s legs look, sort of kicking like that. How firm her breasts. How big his cock –’
I snatch the camera away from him. ‘They didn’t know I was taking them. It was right across from my office. Into a hotel.’
‘It’s lovely. Artistic.’ He puts his hands on his hips. We’re practically touching now. ‘But you were turned on as well, weren’t you, watching them? I can tell, by the way you’ve zoomed in. It’s so hot in that room, isn’t it? Like it is up here.’

‘Yes,’ I whisper, looking at him, not the picture. ‘I got horny.’
‘Horny now?’ He runs a finger under my blouse, just along my collarbone. Something neglected in me leaps at the touch. ‘Because it’s hot in here, too.’
I twist my head sideways to look out. We’re much higher now. I can see over the buildings towards St Paul’s and the City. He takes my face in his hands and turns me to look at him. His fingers are so warm. My cheeks are practically sizzling.
‘Yes.’ It comes out in a long sigh.
His finger is still running along my collar bone. I never knew it was so sensitive. Just below it, my nipples are pricking up. His eyes, behind the glasses, are direct and unwavering. I can’t remember when I last bothered to look someone in the eye, long and hard. Without my camera, I mean. When I last used my own eyes. My heart is really thumping now, pulsing in my neck. The silk ruffles along my skin, bumped by my heart and by the hot air blowing over us.
He takes his jacket off. His shirt is sticking to him. I can see the curve of his ribs, a wedge of muscle tensing under his arms. I can’t take my eyes off him. I can’t breathe.
I turn away from him. We’re floating right up in the sky now. The fog has thinned into ribbons. I can see people in some of the other pods now. I don’t think they can see us. Their heads swing about as if they’re on safari.
He sighs, too. He’s sitting on the bench, looking tired. One thigh rests on my Parka coat. It’ll be warm with his body heat when I pick it up. I want to stroke him.
‘What about that couple, then?’
I glance about. Looks like there are tourist groups in some pods. Some kind of business outing in another. ‘Couple?’

‘In the hotel. Were you jealous?’
My pussy twitches. On my camera, pictures of her spread legs, toes curling with pleasure. Stark dark nipples.
‘Jealous?’ I sound like an idiot.
‘Seeing a man and woman fucking. Lost in it. You couldn’t join in. You were behind your camera, behind your lens, behind sheets of glass.’ He leans forwards, his elbows on his knees. ‘Nose pressed up against the candy jar.’
‘It’s been a while,’ I mutter, gripping the handrail behind me. He’s turned up his sleeves. He has gorgeous arms. Strong, not too hairy. I want those hands on me. ‘Being a voyeur isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.’
‘Come here, then.’ He pats the bench next to him. I try to cross to him calmly, but I want to jump at him, pounce, claw his white shirt off with my teeth. Now who’s on safari?
‘Think how sexy that picture would have been if it was you and me.’
Our arms are touching. My hairs are up on end, the tips running across his skin. He takes my camera, holds up the hotel picture again, the couple arching away from each other. Their limbs are fluid but their faces are contorted, her eyes shut, his eyes staring, both mouths open, gasping, shouting in the soundproof room.
Our pod is deadly silent. We are at the top now. For a deranged moment I wonder what it would be like to come loose from our moorings, career through the sky and plunge, splintering, to the ground.
‘Amazing view,’ I cry out, waving my arm at the world outside. My limbs are taut with expectation.
‘You can say that again,’ he says, but maybe he senses something dangerous in me. He turns the camera off and puts it down carefully.
‘So how do you think it started?’ he murmurs, sliding his hands up my silky sleeves. My arms tingle in response. ‘Doyou think they were strangers? Who made the move on whom?’
I let my breath out. It whistles in my ears as I release the tension. The ruffles at my throat and down the front of my shirt shiver, and he looks down to where the shirt is straining slightly over my breasts. He strokes the silky ruffles and waits for me to stop him. But I can’t move. I’m just staring at his finger, moving so close to my breasts. We can both see them beneath the silk, the rounded, full shape of them cupped and lifted by my bra. Flimsy fabric separating my nipples from his fingers. He flicks the first button out of its hole almost hesitantly. I bite my lip until I can taste blood. He undoes the next button, and the next, until my shirt falls open.
‘Tell me,’ he urges. I can see his throat move when he speaks. Moisture at the corner of his lips.
‘She made the move.’ My voice is ragged.
‘How?’ His fingers are on my collarbone again, his hands pressing against my breasts.
‘She looked like she was gagging for it. Maybe they’d come for miles. Waited for years. She took her skirt off, and her knickers, and sort of flashed her pussy at him. It was easy.’
‘Not like you, then. I’m going to have to take these clothes off for you, aren’t I?’
I nod and blush bright red, unable to reply. He pushes the shirt open. My skin’s alive with the touch of the silk, his fingers, the warm air blowing over me.
I tilt my head back and his fingers tread inside the warm crack of my cleavage. Oh God, he’s not waiting for a word from me now, he’s caressing my breasts through the lace bra until my nipples start to burn. His thumb flips across them, and then he stops. I open my eyes. He’s just watching me. Maybe he is waiting for permission.

My knickers are getting damp. He gasps, or laughs, I can’t tell which.
‘Did he suck her tits?’ he asks.
‘Do we have to talk?’ I groan, distracted.
‘I can only do this if you to tell me how it was.’
‘Then no, he didn’t. Maybe she didn’t want it. Her tits were small – smaller than mine.’ My body gets hotter. I’m proud of my tits. ‘Not big or juicy. Like mine.’
We both smile then. Excitement is almost strangling me. All I can see are his grey eyes. All I can feel are his fingers on my tits.
He squeezes until they start to hurt. I groan. The pain is zig-zagging into pleasure. He pulls me towards him so he can bury his face in my warm cleavage. I hold very still. Through the glass ceiling is white sky, the straight trail of an aeroplane shafting through the clouds. We are slipping downwards. In the pod above us some people are watching us.
‘See how they go hard when I pinch. How have I gone without such gorgeous tits?’ He moves his head across my breast then scoops it out of the bra. ‘You’ll let me suck it, won’t you? I can’t resist sucking it.’
He pinches one nipple and then takes the other out of the bra, nips it between his teeth and bites. I squeal, not caring about making a noise. Liking the noise. My own voice in that breezy silence makes me horny.
‘You can suck as much as you like, honey,’ I croon, stroking his hair and pulling his face hard into me, his eagerness turning me on. ‘Suck, and nibble, and tease, and suck, go on, as much as you like –’
He sucks at my breast and I wriggle up to get comfortable, straddling his lap. He doesn’t stop, and I go further. I push my breasts into his face, pushing my torso against him, so that he has to get his balance. I watch his

head moving from one nipple to the other and I am so wet now.
I pull away abruptly. He looks up, as if half asleep. But it’s only because I want to get naked. I glance up. Two pods are above us. The fog has cleared. They can see us, if they want to. Someone has binoculars trained not on St Paul’s but on me, as I throw my jeans across the floor and kick out of my knickers.
Then I bend, tits dangling, reach into his coat, and undo his trousers. He doesn’t help me. Just sits there as I open his flies.
‘Did she undo his trousers like this?’ he asks, suddenly looking vulnerable. ‘Or did he do it for her?’
‘What does it matter? They didn’t have half as much fun as we’re going to have,’ I promise him, throwing care to the winds.
He grins as I reach inside his flies and take hold of the warm cock lying there in wait. ‘Do you always take control like this?’
‘Excuse me,’ I say, climbing back onto his lap, ‘I think you touched me first.’
I glance down and gasp. He has the most enormous cock, lying quite still, stretching up his stomach. Who would have thought that a thumping great erection was hidden under that slightly shambolic exterior?
‘Why would any woman,’ I breathe, half to myself, nudging his cock against me, ‘let this go to waste?’
I brush myself back and forth over the tip, moaning with anticipation.
‘Go on. Don’t stop,’ he gasped. ‘What woman?’
‘The woman who’s driven you to this. Sex with a stranger. You looked like you’d been dumped by someone.’
He runs his tongue across my breasts and shifts his hips, thrusting his cock at me.

‘Well, she did me a favour then, didn’t she?’
I smile and reach down. Between my legs it’s lying there. Big. Hard. For the moment, mine. Its taut surface is already trailed with moisture where I’ve slithered over it. Excitement thrills through me to feel my own juice slicked there. I take it in both hands. I hitch myself back onto his thighs and stare at its swollen, stiff length. As I hold it and run my hands up and down, it leaps, the rounded end winking already with a droplet of spunk.
‘And me,’ I agree breathlessly. ‘I’ve got you now. And I want you inside me.’
I guide the rounded tip of his cock into my ready wet pussy. It touches the burning nub of my clit and I groan deliciously. It sounds filthy in my ears.
‘What’s your name?’ I ask him, easing his cock further inside.
He grins. White teeth. Nice mouth. ‘Mr Grey.’
‘Listen to this, Mr Grey,’ I whisper, sliding his cock in and out. ‘Listen to that juicy wetness.’
My sex lips close round the smooth, pulsating length. I have to pause every so often to spread my thighs and luxuriate in the huge, warm, animal length filling me, pushing inside me, its rigid dimensions fitting inside me. I’m impaled on it. I could lift my legs away and balance myself, cunt on cock, even spin round on it.
I glance at it going in and out of me. A movement catches my eye, and his, at the same time. Several pods above us now. We must be more than halfway to the bottom. A camera flashes. Hands move about, fingers point, heads waggle, feet stamp with curiosity as if they all want to burst out of their glass prison and get to us.
He grins again, staring up at our audience. His big hands squeeze my tits, pulls them to his mouth so he can suck and bite the waiting hard nipples again.

‘So easy. Just what I needed,’ he murmurs, stopping for a moment to watch my cunt swallowing him whole, tightening his grip as I slither down to the base of his cock and we both wait for the violent rhythm to begin. ‘You’ve made this so easy for me.’
His cock seems to swell inside me, igniting at all my nerve endings, and I have no choice but to move, easing myself up and down the long shaft, and once I start I can’t stop, so aware of those shocked, curious, horrified, titillated eyes above us, watching.
Every inch of him rubs against every screaming inch of me so that I can only go so far before slamming back down on him, groin on groin. I start to buck faster against him, my tits bouncing, my hair flying, my thighs tensing to grip his.
‘Let’s give them a show they’ll never forget,’ I shout.
He echoes my rhythm as if we’re dancing. How intimate you can get, so quickly, with a stranger. How hungry you can get for him. Joined to him by sex. He draws himself back as I rise off him, then slams back up inside as I ram back down. My voice is rising in a crescendo of desire, whimpering with the powerful sensations ripping through me, the cold morning air, so bright, lighting us up so everyone can see what we’re doing, more pleasure, rising to the peak of the pleasure, getting harder, getting wetter, tongues of fire streaking up inside me.
‘Watch, everyone!’ I shout out. ‘This is what that couple in the hotel were doing. Watch!’
Mr Grey’s eyes gleam behind the glasses and I see my breasts reflected there, bouncing frantically as I ride. Suddenly he plunges his cock in as deep as it will go. His mouth opens, but no sound comes out. My thighs spread round him, my breasts smothering him, the red silk shirt slipping over his face. He grips me and pumps into me so hard that I’m thrown back by the force of it. Then I’m moaning as he thrusts at me and I can tell he’s climaxing and now I’m coming too, arching away from him, the shape of us both reflected in the dim glass as we descend to the ground.
The wheel is coming on to the level, carrying us slowly towards the halt. I pull away from him, still panting. I’ve made his trousers wet. Mr Grey smiles. I pull the shirt across my bosom. He casually fastens one button. The gesture is almost as sexy as fucking me. We both glance at the pod sliding in behind us, and laugh. Everyone inside is pressed as close to the glass as they can get. The men are clutching their crotches. Several have video cameras. The women are crossing their legs, wriggling as if they want to wee. Everyone’s mouth is open.
My Mr Grey zips up his trousers. Then he stands, holds out my knickers, helps me on with them as if I’m a child. Helps me on with my jeans and my old Parka. What a complete gentleman. Something else in me stirs now. Lust, sure, but something else. I like him.
‘Thank you, Annabelle,’ he says.
The tense, sad man of earlier has vanished. He looks positively cocky. I’ve done that for him. As for me, I’m shaking, and hot, and euphoric.
‘How did you know my name?’
The doors slide open, surprising us with the cold air blasting in. Mr Grey pushes his glasses up his nose, once more the bashful stranger. He gives a curious farewell bow. I want to burst into tears as he walks away. I think of that battered suit, the amazing cock inside, which just filled me. I want to do it again. I bet he’d think of somewhere we cold go. The British Library, for example. Or the Reptile House at Regent’s Park zoo.
‘Label sewn into your anorak.’

I wriggle with amusement, but he’s gone. I walk along the Embankment for a while, my stomach rumbling with hunger now that the morning has started.
Mr Grey calls to me from the bridge above my head. ‘Same time tomorrow, Annabelle?’
Commuters are scurrying to work, heads down, eyes fixed on the pavement, faces white and drawn at the prospect of the week ahead.
But I can’t wait.

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Heidi started to shed her work clothes as soon as she shut the front door. She stood naked in the bath, in too much of a hurry for a shower and used a wet flannel to remove the sensation of the office clinging to her skin. A walk in the warm sea breeze was just the lift she needed, it was Friday and her weekend started now! Slipping into a bikini and her sarong, she put on sandals, grabbed her pre-packed bag and headed out for the short walk to the beach. This was the life, she thought happily, with a grin on her face and lightness to her step. Single, earning enough to pay her mortgage and other bills and comfortable in her own company! She slowed her pace as she passed the beach huts with the older couples firmly ensconced in their beach chairs, belongings stowed away precisely on the few shelves inside; as if they’d lived in these huts year round.

During days spent on the beach she often put the camouflage of dark sunglasses to good use, observing without being observed. She didn’t usually go this late in the day, it was already early evening, but she’d go to the tea rooms on her way home. They were open till late and there were always plenty of people to watch from the garden tables there if the beach had nothing to offer. The breeze rustled through the lilac bushes, wafting their sweet fragrance to her as she passed and carrying a subtle undertone of the salty and somewhat sweet scent of damp driftwood.

Heidi’s shoes scrunched and slid on the stone shingle. She was being extravagantly noisy with deliberate intent, for she had seen the lovers entwined on their towel. They were too intent upon their increasing gratification to acknowledge her approach with any attempt at modesty. The woman gently stroked her lover’s bare flesh, fingers tracing a path from ribs to hip and then drifting down to his inner thigh, while he sucked her nipple deep into his mouth.

While trying but failing to do the honourable thing and look elsewhere, she became spectacularly aroused. Her eyes were drawn to his erection which was clearly defined as his lover rose up to straddle him. Her full skirt dropped down to cover their flesh but did little to disguise the gentle pelvic thrusting.

She glanced round, partly worried someone might catch her being a voyeur and half hoping there was someone else observing so she could share this erotic moment. As if the choice was magically hers, she spotted what she wanted in her peripheral vision: a man aroused by the scene before her, with his hand busy on his cock. Normally she would consider the sight of a man with his trousers round his ankles somewhat farcical. This time it turned her on.

She felt herself moisten and her clit begin to throb as she watched him standing and working away at his erection.

He smoothed the palm of his other hand across the moist tip while he watched the couple on the towel.

Suddenly he spotted her standing on the other side of the driftwood log, her attention drifting between the couple on the towel and himself. Catching her eye he gave her a languorous, sexy smile, loaded with blatant invitation. Heidi undid her sarong and let it drop, taking a hesitant step towards him. He shook his head and with his shirt already discarded, stepped out of his trousers and moved towards her, his grip firmly around the head of his engorged cock.
He came to her. She felt herself warm as his penis silkily brushed her bare midriff. She stroked it before gripping his firm ass, feeling him quiver in response.
Grasping her upper arms, he lowered her down onto the large flat driftwood beside them. Heidi brushed away her concern about splinters as she felt the roughness of the wood against her buttocks. She abandoned herself to the sensations of their hands on each other.

He kissed her as if he was desperate for the touch of her lips; gasping with each contact.

She slid her tongue across the front of his teeth. He reciprocated by kissing her neck. At the same time he flicked at her clit through the fabric of her bikini. He
did it delicately, just enough pressure to make her want more.

He was so multi-skilled that soon she was unable to maintain a coherent train of thought. She untied her bikini strings and shifted her hips, succeeding in easing her bared clit against his fingers with each twitch.

Opening her eyes, she found his deep green ones looking at her, his lust apparent in the dilation of his pupils. Finding the eye contact slightly off-putting, she shifted on to her side, and ground her ass into him.

He pulled on her hips to increase the pressure of her against his straining cock and ran his hands up to her breasts, gently pinching her nipples, his mouth hot and wet on the back of her neck.

He started fumbling in his discarded trousers. ‘Protection,’ he explained.
He brought out a condom.

Using his hand, he guided himself down to brush against the moistness of her, bringing the viscous fluid back up onto the lubricated condom to further ease his entry. She tensed slightly as he began to penetrate her, afraid of the sensation this new experience brought. Sensing her reticence, he contributed to her comfort by kissing the back of her neck.

Though the penetration was mildly painful, the sensation soon blossomed into sheer pleasure. She whimpered with disappointment as he suddenly withdrew. Had he finished already?

He turned her over to face him and whispered, ‘I was going to come and wanted a chance to feel you reach ecstasy first’. What should have sounded contrived instead brought her to the brink of orgasm, combined as it was with his eye contact and skilful attention to her clitoris. He slipped off the condom, drawing her hand down to touch his hard cock. Groaning as she tightened her fingers around the head of his dick, he tore open a new condom packet. Heidi took the condom from his fingers with her mouth and used her lips and tongue to roll it onto him. He shuddered as she lowered herself onto him, mimicking the earlier movements of the other woman. His cock throbbed inside her as he held her hips, helping her to raise and lower herself. Reaching up he pushed her bikini top up over her breasts. His hands were rough; deliciously rough.

Leaning down she slid her hands under his ass. She melted on to him gasping as the waves of orgasm washed over her. He pounded himself up and into her in his haste to follow her lead.

Exhausted, she lay with her face pressed into his shoulder. Suddenly she heard the sound of sliding shingle. She looked up. The couple from the dunes had their arms around each other, walking in that perfect synchronicity that only comes with complete togetherness. The woman’s legs showed through her dress as they headed towards the descending sun.

The woman glanced over her shoulder, caught Heidi’s eye and winked; a huge grin blossoming on to her face as she turned away. Heidi realised she was exposed and slid off the man, covering herself with her towel while she wriggled back into her bikini.

As he dressed she began to collect her belongings which had scattered when she’d dropped her beach bag. Feeling peculiarly awkward with someone she had only minutes before been totally intimate with was confusing and she needed the excuse to avoid eye contact and halt the growing silence between them.

What must he think of me, she mused, then wondered why it mattered. She had no intention of seeing him again. For one thing, she couldn’t trust his impulse control. The man leapt into rampant sexual encounters with total strangers and that was no foundation on which to build a trusting relationship, no matter how great the encounter had been. She laughed inwardly, knowing there was more than a little need to insert the words, ‘pot, kettle and black’ into her train of thought. Judging by the tense set of his shoulders she sensed the urge to escape was mutual and that he was mulling over various exit lines.

She decided to put him out of his misery.
‘Once was perfect, let’s not ruin the memory by trying to improve on it,’ she said.

She threw him a cheeky grin, said ‘thank you and goodbye,’ then turned and walked away.

A glass of cold wine would taste marvellous while having a hot bath, she decided. She stopped for supper at the tea rooms and then languidly made her way home for her second favourite indulgence. The scents of the lilac blossoms were even lovelier then when she’d passed them earlier, the fragrance must become more potent as the night drew in. Or perhaps she was fully receptive now that she had completely recovered from her earlier strenuous activity. It was lovely being single, she thought happily as she slipped into the water, her favourite fragrance rising to meet her from the bath oil. The wine was cool, a delightful counterbalance to the heat of the water on her skin. Putting the empty glass down she slid deeper, resting her head on the back of the bath and letting her legs go akimbo. She opened and closed her knees enjoying the sensation of the waves of heat washing between her legs. Becoming aroused, she thought back over the experience on the beach, stroking herself slowly to a limb-melting orgasm. Even though she had no desire to repeat the beach experience in reality; it was obviously going to be used as fantasy fodder for the indefinite future.

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It’s that time of year and so I am headed to my mom’s house. She and her husband Mike have been together for more than 10 years at this point and if I have to admit it, he is a good guy, he was good to my mom for sure and that really was all that mattered. I just found little in common with him as he lived for sports and working on cars and well, let’s just say I don’t.

I had largely come out to the family in my early 20’s and it quickly turned into the “don’t ask, don’t tell” situation that we seem to have perfected, at least with my parents. My brothers, well one brother and one step-brother, seem to be fine with it and never phased. They are the same age actually, well same class all through growing up. My brother James was a few months older than Mikey so they seemed to get along a lot better than I did with either. They seemed to be from a different world than I was. I was career-focused after easily grabbing my 4 year degree in Business and now I was out in the corporate world working 6-7 days a week proving myself. These guys just went out partying with their friends and seemed to be taking their good ole sweet time getting through college after taking a “gap year.”

James would not be attending this year, setting off seismic ripples that nearly ripped through the entire family. It seems he is getting serious with the girl he is seeing and she is demanding that he spends time with her and her entire family skiing at some lodge with little cell service. Mom is livid but brooding and so I couldn’t dare cancel on her this year for any reason.

I arrive at the house, and it looks like just I remember from growing up except the one addition. When my grandparents got older Mom decided to add on to the house creating a huge apartment for them so they could go back and forth from their retirement home in Florida. The apartment was great with a huge living room and kitchen with a bar and then a full bathroom and a large master bedroom with a somewhat surprisingly small queen sized bed. My grandfather had passed away and I guess Grandma just didn’t like having such a huge bed reminding her how empty it was. Grandma was a feisty old broad, and we loved her but when my mom asked her if she would be coming home for Christmas she laughed and said “Why the hell would I want to come up there for 24 hours just to freeze my ass off and catch the flu from the lot of you?” She had a point. She then reminded my mom “I will see you in March when you come down during spring break.”

This allowed for me to have the entire apartment for myself, which I loved. Family is great, but damn you need to be able to escape from them. This alone seemed that we would have a much smaller get-together than in previous years. My brother, when he was home, kept his bedroom, and mine was demolished in order to add on the apartment, so it only seemed fair that I get the entire apartment to myself.

I pulled into the driveway and started unloading all my stuff, presents, DVR (had to catch up on several shows and who knows if they even had cable here) and a suitcase which I clearly over packed, but given that my mother can’t cook to save her life, I knew we would be going out to eat and never knew what type of place we would go to, so I needed choices. Right?

I also had to bring some toys and lube. I knew I wasn’t likely to get laid, but with work being crazy I am beyond horny and I knew I would have to hop on the internet and read some hot fucking stories as I pound out a few loads… and we all know that is so much better with a big toy shoved up your ass, am I right? Besides, if I am being honest, Mikey had always turned me on and he was always so touchy feely. Holding onto a hug a little longer than usual, touch to the shoulder or knee when talking. Always sitting just a little bit closer than normal and frankly I loved it!

When he turned 18 and we were having a drink at another one of these Christmas parties we were all headed off to bed and he complained about always having to sleep on the couch when he stayed over (he didn’t have a car yet, so he was stuck). I told him, half joking half not, that “there was always room in my bed for a hot stud like him.” He blushed like only a ginger can, and stammered “Wow, that is nice of you! I may just take you up on that, my back is still messed up from my last crash on this couch!”

He came up into the apartment with me and we had a few more drinks and finally we agreed we had to hit the sack. As we were getting ready for bed, pulling back the sheets and blanket, and stripping down, I was going to put on some light sweatpants and a t-shirt until I noticed he didn’t bring anything and he stripped down to these fire red Jockey briefs. You know the kind, no seams on them, and NOTHING left to the imagination. Clearly he was wearing a size too small, as they were stretched so thin I could see the head of his cut cock perfectly and the shaft, while not hard, certainly wasn’t completely soft either. This all laying on top of two very large balls that finally explained the noticeable bulge he was packing. I chose to just stay in my Calvin Klein extra long boxer briefs and while his Jockey’s showed a lot, my Calvins were so tight it was clear he saw my throbbing 7.5″ erection along with the wet spot that had started to appear right at the tip of my cut cock. He clearly saw it and looked at it for a bit too long, maybe just making sure he was seeing what he thought he was seeing. I looked at his face and he blushed again – damn I love making him blush like that.

We crawled into the then King Sized bed (really two twins pushed together a la Lucy and Ricky Ricardo) and then he started looking all around somewhat frantically.

“Mikey – whatcha looking for? Everything ok?” I say to him laughing as he was being rather funny in his clearly drunken state.

“I was just checking to make sure you didn’t hide any mistletoe around here. I know how much I turn you on, so try to keep yourself below a simmer tonight, ok?” He said half laughing and within a few seconds he was sound asleep.

I watched him sleep a bit and then succumbed to my own weary body. I woke up in the middle of the night and found that I had rolled over and put my arm around Mikey. He didn’t seem to mind at all in fact he had placed his arm on top of mine and I drifted back to sleep.

The worst thing about this apartment is there are no black out curtains or the like. When it is morning, you know it. The room lights up to an obnoxious level for two young men who had more than their share of drinks the night before. As I wake I notice that we have shifted overnight and I am now laying on my other side and Mikey has hugged close to me and was holding me tight making full body contact. This was nice. Fuck I am hard, and from the feel of things while I can’t be sure, I think he is boned as well.

“Morning stud” he says to me and gives me a tighter hug before rolling backwards to stretch! “Ha sorry for getting boned like this, I always get hard when I sleep especially when there is a warm body there for me to spoon. We must be the same in that regard because as you hugged me last night I felt that rod of yours! Nice piece bro!” He says as I get out of bed and stands up facing me to stretch.

“Damn bro! Nice rod yourself! Fuck you are huge! I bet you do some damage with that thing!” I say to him clearly just objectifying him with no fear.

“Ha, thanks bro. Yah, it’s served me well, but it does suck so many girls say they love how big it is until it slides in and then most can’t take it for more than a few pumps.” He says as he drops to do a few push ups giving me a great view of his ass in those tight briefs.

“Those lucky bitches should be more appreciative! Fuck they don’t know how lucky they are to have a beauty like that stuffed in them. Damn! I’m going to go and make some coffee!” I say having to get myself out of there before I make a fool out of myself lusting over my 18 year old step bro!

I didn’t put on any additional clothes just moving to the kitchen in my Calvins and shortly Mikey joined me as the beautiful music of the coffee maker kicked into gear. Mikey excuses himself to go and take a shower and as he does he leaves the door to the bathroom open. I walk past the door and tell him – “Hey I am next, just leave it running!”

Taking a quick peek into the shower, I get to see his beautiful nearly glow-in-the-dark white ass of his, damn it looks good enough to eat! ‘OK, calm down Logan!’ I tell myself.

Pulling some clothes out of my suitcase I grab another pair of Calvins, this time the same long length, it is winter after all, but this time light blue.

Then I hear Mikey.

“Hey Logan, can you get me a towel?”

I jump into the bathroom and open the closet door which is out of reach of the tub, and grab him a towel as he stands there, just a perfect specimen of man. Young, not an ounce of fat on him. Cock hanging free with his large balls stretched and hanging low and dripping water from them. He takes the towel from me and starts to shammy himself dry. I don’t really even hide the fact that I am severely checking him out. He doesn’t seem to mind at all either.

As he steps out of the tub, it really is just a tub with a hand held shower to use, I drop my Calvins by peeling them off and tossing them on the floor with his bright red jockeys. My cock isn’t completely hard, but it is extremely chubbed up.

“Damn bro, you got a nice piece too. Seems this family, on both sides, produces men with big dicks!” and he high fives me. Both of us naked and that contact sends a jolt of electricity from my hand right down to my cock where I am now fully boned up in front of my step brother! “Damn you are a grower! Nice!”

I hop in the tub and start cleaning up while Mikey stays naked and starts shaving. So hot to watch a man shaving, nude at the counter in a steamy bathroom. I stay hard through the entire shower and about 3 minutes in I hear my mother shouting “Come on boys, breakfast is ready!”

“I guess we better hurry! Pour me a mug of black coffee please while I finish up in here, Please Mikey?”

“I got you bro!” Mikey says. Minutes later he emerges from the bedroom with a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt and a colorful pair of socks on. Light blue this time, wonder if he matches his Jockeys to his socks? I didn’t find out on that trip.

That was 6 years ago and we hadn’t been able to have any other close times together as each year at Christmas he was dating some girl and they didn’t stay over, but this year he pulls into the driveway alone!

I finish getting settled and then head out to see everyone.

Chatting with my mom about nothing really, just catching up as Mikey catches my eye. Shit he looks good. Has he been working out? He is wearing a crisp new polo shirt and the arms of the shirt seem to be grabbing his biceps tight. Fuck, the black shirt on his white freckled skin so damn hot. I notice he has a bit of chest hair showing through the top of the shirt, trimmed for sure but that red hair on his chest is so damn hot. Looking up he has some stubble on his face and shit, he catches me checking him out. He just smiles this knowing smile.

Yah, I was busted checking him out, lusting after him. It certainly wasn’t the first time. Several years ago when we got a pool installed and he jumped in with only his boxer briefs on… he was likely no more than 18 years old at the time and was really the first time I saw him as a sexual object. Then to the Christmas sleep over till now, fuck he has gotten so much hotter.

He slowly makes his way over to me after giving some love to my mom’s black lab who just loves all attention. I kept my eyes locked on him the entire way over to me as things seemed to go into slow motion as this hot man makes his way to me. He pulls me into this strong hug, a full body contact hug where we are cemented together from crotch to shoulder. “It’s so good to see you Logan, it’s been way too long!”

“Mikey, you too! Damn, looks like you have been working out, stud!” he blushes a bit as we pull back from each other and I grab hold of his right bicep and place my left hand on his chest.

“Yeah, had to channel all this energy into something productive now that I am not wasting it on Diana anymore!” he says acknowledging his break up with Diana who he had been with for the last 6 years or so, thus depriving us of any time together around the holidays.

“Yeah, I am so sorry to hear about that, bro. I know that must have been so hard on you.” I say, not really sincerely as I couldn’t stand the bitch. She was always so negative about things and really brought out the worst in people. This is the Mikey I remember, and I am damn glad to see him again.

Mom starts bringing out the food to a buffet like set up in the kitchen as she announces that dinner is almost ready and that we should get a plate and make a line. Mikey goes over to talk with his dad for a few minutes as I offer to help my mom a bit. She has most everything so I set out the plates and silverware and then my step father and Mikey go through the line and make their plates.

Mom heated up some ham to make sandwiches with, had a slow cooker full of a vegetable beef soup and she also put out some deviled eggs, pasta salad and several pies to choose from. I made myself a bowl of the soup and grabbed some of the pasta salad and made my way into the living room to grab a seat on the couch. Mikey grabbed the other side of the couch and my mom and step dad grabbed their respective comfy chairs and we all started watching the news hearing that we have a freezing rain storm that is coming through the next few days and that we should expect some really bad roads and possible downed power lines.

Finishing my soup and realizing that Mikey had finished his I pick up both of our dishes and I head into the kitchen with them and load them into the dishwasher. Coming back in Mom suggests we watch a movie and cues up Avatar. I had seen it when it first came out in the theater but none of them had seen it before, so this will be fun I think.

The way the couch was situated in the room, it sat at an angle to the TV which made it rather awkward for Mikey. I grabbed some oversized pillows and propped them up down by my knees for him so he could lean back and aim himself more directly at the screen.

“Thank bro, you don’t mind me leaning like this do you?” he says with this warm smile on his face. We have never been afraid to be affectionate with each other, which I found really nice. Typically with straight guys his age when they find out you are gay they immediately put distance between you and them. Maybe they are afraid they will catch “it” or maybe they are scared they will like it. Who knows, but that was never the case with Mikey.

I had my legs up as a brace for the pillows and Mikey leans back on them and as he does he places his left hand on my left foot under the pillow a bit and rubs my foot a bit. It was nice. I don’t know if I would call it sexual, though I will admit to being boned up rather quickly. Shit it has been weeks since I have had sex, and that sex wasn’t that great so any contact with a man was a treat.

About an hour into the movie I start to get a cramp in my right leg, so I shift a bit so I can extend my right leg down flat up against Mikey’s right leg. This contact was nice but also both of us clearly realized that he was between my legs now. He rested his arm on my leg and from time to time would rub it nicely.

This was a long movie so we shifted a few times but stayed close to each other. At the end of the movie we both got up and stretched and then both agreed we needed to have a drink and I announced that the bar was open!

“Whatcha pouring bar keep?” I say to Mikey, he was known to make a mean drink and was heavy on the pours. I see him pull out the Grey Goose vodka, his favorite, and he mixed in some fresh lemon juice and some lemonade that was in the fridge and damn if it wasn’t good. Kinda a refreshing lemon drop on a cold night.

My mom grabbed the cards and announced we were going to play some Spades and Mikey said before we got started he was going to grab his stuff from the car. I followed him offering to help. He was driving a nice blue Jeep Wrangler soft top, so that thing must be a bitch in the winter trying to keep warm up here in the freezing midwest. He had a bag of gifts along with a suitcase and so we headed inside.

He started to head to my brother’s room, figuring since James wasn’t here that he would crash in there. But when we got there we found that the room was piled high with crap from my brother as he was in the middle of moving.

“Well this isn’t happening. I can just sleep on the couch in the living room, I guess.” Mikey says.

“Oh hell no, you can come stay in the apartment with me, there is plenty of room. Not like we haven’t crashed together before, you know.” I say to him and he looks relieved. “Besides its 9pm now and I bet you by 9:30 or 10, they are going to want to go to bed and I know neither of us will be ready. We can watch TV and catch up. Sleepover!!!”

“Cool, sleepover… with booze!”

“YES! Booze too! Wait, don’t all sleepovers have booze or have I been doing it wrong all this time?”

“Ummm I am sure your sleepovers have much more than booze!’ He says as he winks at me and raises his eyebrows a few times. Fuck he is so cute.

We head back to the family room and rejoin the others and we tuck in for a few rounds of Spades. Mikey and I partner and we hold our own but my mom and his dad are clearly hustling us and we are grateful when they announce they are going to bed.

“Mikey is going to stay in the apartment with me, so you guys can get some sleep. We are going to watch some TV and catch up. Goodnight and love you guys!” I say and we all give out hugs. Mike, my step father, announces that since we could lose power, and thus heat, he has turned up the heat a bit so if it gets too hot in the house that is why. He tells us we won’t have a problem since we have a gas fireplace we can light up. I had never thought of that so that’s cool.

We head into the apartment and both of us decide we are going to get into some comfy clothes and then pour ourselves another drink and we can find something to watch. I light the fireplace and the fire comes roaring, lighting up the living room and the bedroom as it is open to both.

Not even thinking Mikey just follows me into the bedroom and opens up his bag to find some clothes. Wondering if he will want to sleep in here since the bed has shrunk since last time. I followed his lead and pulled my bag up onto the bed and in doing so I didn’t realize I had already unzipped it and everything come pouring out onto the bed.

“Oh shit” I say as I try to grab stuff to put back into my bag. One thing that fell out was a new toy I got and was thinking I would try out if I had some alone time. It’s a red dildo with a vibrator built into it. I had already tried it out and it was a bit thick, and just the right length to hit all the right spots as well as stretch you out a bit. As it fell out of the bag it rolled over and landed right up against his bag. He picks it up and inspects it.

“Logan, you dirty boy! What’s this for? In case you get lonely?” He says with this sexy smirk on his face.

Embarrassed but also turned on that he is just standing there holding this red dick, a toy that no more than 18 hours ago was 8″ deep inside me. “Well, yah. I mean I always sleep better after a good session here with RED.”

“Red huh? I knew you had a thing for redheads, you can just tell.” He says as he winks at me and slaps the floppy 8″ dildo in his hand. “Too bad this is kinda small, must leave you wanting more.”

“Small huh? I guess it depends what your frame of reference is. I think Red here is near perfect.” I say to him as I start to get hard and he passes red back to me and unbuttons his jeans intent on changing right in front of me.

I lay RED right on the bed and pull out a pair of light gray sleeping pants and a T-Shirt and I unzip my jeans and start to peel them off not realizing I have on one of the most revealing pairs of underwear I own. These super thin, nearly see through white boxer briefs with the long inseam and a pouch that lifts your balls and cock out. My hard cock pointing the way and leaving nothing to the imagination. I figure what the fuck and just go for it. It was warm in here and since the last time we were together he gave me such a show, I figure I will return the favor and just stay there.

My 7.5″ thick cock is poking nearly straight out from me, weighted down by my heavy balls pulling it southward. The helmet head of my cock is clearly visible showing that it is slightly bigger than my shaft and when hard like this the near purple head is completely visible with my precum making the thin fabric completely transparent. I act as if I am not flustered, but truely I am so fucking horny and fuck if I did love showing off in front of a straight guy. A HOT straight guy at that.

Mikey had slowed his progress watching my show I was putting on as I slowly folded up my jeans and then pulled off my sweater and TShirt, standing in just my see through boxer briefs and footies, it has been a while since I was this turned on.

Apparently not wanting to be outdone, Mikey starts to strip and pulls off his polo shirt exposing his beautiful chest with his small but perky nipples and then bends down to peel off his skin tight jeans. Still a fan of his jockey underwear, this time wearing a light blue pair of his own nearly see thru pair of briefs I can tell he is nearly hard himself sporting at least a half chubbed up cock. My god, he may be right. Red may be small in comparison to what he is packing at full mast.

“So I have never really understood how guys can take cock up their ass and especially something as big as… well Red here.” As he reaches over and picks back up Red and having removed all his clothes but his jockey underwear that looks down right pornographic. As he sits down and leans a bit back I can see the tip of his large and growing cock begin to peak out of the top of his Jockeys. If you have ever worn those before you realize that your cock has a mind of its own, the Jockeys will do little to convince it otherwise.

“Well, it doesn’t just slide in. It takes work, patience and lots of lube.” I say as I reach into my suitcase and grab my travel sized 4 oz bottle of WET PLATINUM. Love that stuff, it’s good for personal fun but also works well for fucking. I realize I shouldn’t use it with my toys, but let’s be honest water based lube is little better than spit and we know that doesn’t last long, but sure, it can be hot. But if you want some extended fun, you are going to need a silicon lube that can take it and preferably one that doesn’t taste terrible because you are not doing it right if you don’t get some in your mouth at some point.

“Let me see that. What makes this kind so good? I assume you are a connoisseur of some sort.” he says with a giggle and a sexy AF smile.

“Well, thank you for recognizing and paying me the respect I deserve.” I laugh and then take on a professorly tone, “You see, Lube is only good if it provides enough lubrication to make things easier but also that it doesn’t dry out or is too thick that you stop feeling anything.” I pick up the lube and squirt a small drop onto my finger and then smooth it around between my thumb and finger. I then reach down and grab his finger and show him how thin but slick it was.

“Nice.” he says as he picks up his bag and tosses it onto the floor and then leans back a bit and says “OK, so show me!” Again with that sexy smirk of his and his cock must be fully hard now because I am scared to death to think it could get any bigger. By my estimation he was a solid 9″ and nearly as thick as a red bull.

“What do you want me to show you?” I say getting a bit scared, but so damn excited. I mean I think my brother is wanting me to show him how I loosen up my ass to take this toy! How I could possibly take a cock.

“You know exactly what I want you to show me! I have always wondered how this all worked, just never had someone I could ask and well – here we are. Here you are. You are CLEARLY in the mood,” he says as he reaches over to give my cock a squeeze and in doing so milks out a solid drip or two of precum soaking the head of my cock on my already see-through boxer briefs. “Now take these off and show me” he says as he pulls down the front of my underwear low enough to expose the shaft of my cock and almost the head, but not far enough for me to just pop out of them.

“Fuck, bro! I always knew you had a dirty side! OK, if this is what you want, I will but once I get started I have to cum at least once if not more, so you can’t expect me to suffer blue balls for your curiosity.” I say as I stand up and I peel off my boxer briefs and toss them at his face. After they land on his face he grabs them and looks at them closely.

“Fuck these do look good on you, may have to get some for myself now that I am back on the prowl again.” As he says this though I could have sworn he took a big sniff of them right at the wet spot I had left behind.

I grab my suitcase and place it on the floor, and then crawl up into bed so I can lean up against the pillows a bit. Realizing just how small this queen sized bed is, we are still really close as I slide up onto the bed, get comfy and spread my legs out a bit, resting one on his knee.

“So I start by working myself up. The more turned on you get the easier things can get moving.” I say as I stroke myself after taking a squirt of lube into my hand and warming it up. “I really precum a lot, how about you?” I ask him as we both look down at his cock and his light blue jockeys with a beautiful and growing wet spot.

“Yeah, I guess I do. I guess I just thought that was normal.”

“Oh no, that’s what I have found, and after all I am a professional.” We both chuckle. “But seriously we are so fucking lucky to produce a lot of precum as that keeps things nice and lubricated when and where you need it to be.”

“I suppose most of mine just ends up in the rubber. But lately I have been rubbing a few out more and more frequently and it is nice to have some additional lubrication. So what’s next, cause I still don’t see how this thing is going in there.” He says as he picks up Red and pushes it between my legs where my partially exposed hole is soon to take center stage.

“Surely when you and Diana fucked you noticed how much precum you were producing as you fucked her!” I said, looking quite confused.

“Not really it all went into the rubber.”

“”Oh shit, you only fucked with a rubber on? You never got her bareback? Why the fuck would you two not ditch the rubbers? FUCK they suck! You were together for what, 6 years? And together 3 years before that?”

“She couldn’t take the pill. She complained it made her sick and fucked her up, and we knew we didn’t want kids. Never wanted kids, so we always had to fuck with a rubber. That is all I have ever really known, so I wasn’t even really tempted to try it otherwise. Shit, she is a good catholic girl so if she got preggers, we were fucked.”

“Oh bro, that is a shame. Fucking raw is amazing.” As I say this I am leaning back further, getting into position so I can lift my leg up a bit so I can begin to play with my ass but also give my brother a show. “Scoot up a bit here so you can see, but also let me rest my leg on you, it will help.”

He moves up and his cock has now popped out of the top of his underwear and has clearly been dripping a bit. He gets close to me and then starts to lean back, not even thinking I reach down and pull a drop of his precum onto my finger and as he watches me I take it right to my mouth and lick it.

“Dude, I can’t believe you just did that.” he says as he starts laughing. “Fuck, how do I taste, bro?”

“Fuck, I’m sorry.” I say, stammering a bit, “You taste really… I mean really good.” Now it is my turn to blush.

“I have plenty more,” he reaches down and milks his beautiful cock and gets a huge fingerfull and then takes it up to my mouth and slides his finger inside. I take hold of his hand and hold his finger in my mouth as I make sure to suck it clean of the most delicious precum I have ever tasted.

See, I have a huge thing for precum, but I am not that big of a fan of cum itself. Frankly I think it is a waste to shoot your cum anywhere but inside me, but that is likely because I am just a horny and greedy bottom. But precum, fuck that is typically so good! My brother’s was something more than amazing. It was so sweet with a slight hint of musk that just drove me wild.

“Dude, can I have my finger back?” He is clearly turned on by the entire thing, likely almost as much as I was.

“Oh yeah, sure. But fuck dude, you could bottle that shit! Fuck, I may need more of that!”

I lift my leg and place it on his shoulder and grab Red and the lube and start slicking him up really good. I then take my lubed hand and start to finger myself I go right in with two fingers and quickly get to three because I am so fucking horny, I NEED something in there quick!

I then hold onto Red warming him up a bit, he is made of a red jell and looks the the mold of a real cock, made of silicon so there is plenty of give in him but feels much better if he isn’t cold as he slides in. I push the tip inside of me and look up to see him watching intently as his right hand is massaging my left leg and his left hand has moved from holding my leg up on his shoulder to down to his cock. I pull Red out of me and I add some more lube to him and reinsert him and take about two inches of him as I moan a bit. As I get up to 3″ inside me it rubs up against my prostate which causes me to moan and my eyes to roll back a bit.

“Wow, what was that?” he asks me, still milking his cock.

“My prostate, fuck it feels good having something rub up against it.”

“No shit, so it really feels that good for you, huh? I always figured it would be painful but you were doing it to make the other guy feel good. But you get off on this too?”

“Fuck yeah, look!” I show him my dripping cock as I am hard as a rock and dripping down the side of it. I push Red in a bit more and my cock belches out another big drip of precum.

“Holy fuck that is hot!” he says as he reaches down and strokes my cock a few times for me.

I grab his hand and hold it still on my cock “Careful, I don’t want to blast too soon!”

“No shit, you could cum that fast from just having Red slide into you?”

“Well Red certainly is helping but fuck, I just had one fucking hot ass straight guy who I have lusted after for some time just grab hold and stroke my cock!” I say and it’s his turn to blush this time.

“You have lusted after me? Have you jacked off thinking about me?”

“Fuck yeah I have! Mikey, why do you think I got a red cock sliding into me! You fucking ginger stud, I have wanted your cock for a while now, bro! But I never thought it would be possible. Fuck I just wanted to fool around with you a bit and so yeah, this is like a wet dream come true!”

He puffs out his chest a little “Fuck bro, that is kinda hot. Never knew I turned you on like that. Fuck, I am dripping down here!” He says as he is stroking his cock.

“Fuck, don’t let it go to waste!” I say to him.

He looks like he is thinking about it and then just says fuck it, and he lets my leg down gently and stands up on the bed and pulls off his Jockeys and brings his 9″ cut monster down to me “I figure you might as well get it directly from the source!” He says as he lays his cock right down on my lips. I then suck in as much as I can, drinking his precum like it’s my job.

His cock is just perfection. The head is the same width as the top of the shaft of his cock. Nearer the base of his cock he gets thicker, much thicker so this is going to take some work to make him feel good. There is a hot vein that runs from the base of his cock right up the top of it. It is big and pronounced and hot as hell to see this close and personal. This cock is perfect and I am getting to suck it, and so I got to work.

“Holy shit, Logan. Suck my cock!” he says as I go to town so much so he has to brace himself on the headboard of the bed. I take as much as 7″ of his cock into my throat, I just can’t seem to take any more of it as it is so thick. I choke a bit and pull back. Determined I go to town on him, pulling out all the tricks, I need my brother to know I am good at this and that he has been missing out!

Try as I might, I can’t seem to get past about 7″ of that monster, but I reach a hand up and start playing with his huge nuts which are trimmed up nicely. He doesn’t shave them, but keeps it nice and trimmed which I kinda like. Fuck his nuts are huge and feel completely full, fuck I know where I want this load and it isn’t down my throat.

He pulls away from me and heads back down to where he was. “Fuck, bro I almost came. Damn it is true what they say, guys are better at blowjobs!”

“We are better at much more than that, Mikey!” I say as Red has now sunk all the way inside me down to its balls.

“No way, you took all of him.” He reaches down and grabs Red by the balls and starts thrusting it in and out of me really slowly.

“Hey, can you put some more lube on him?” I say, like I would ask for him to pass the mashed potatoes at Thanksgiving.

“Oh sure!” he pulls him out about half way and then drips a few drops of lube onto it and slides it back into me. He looks me directly into my eyes as he is doing this, and says. “So this really feels good for you, huh? Like what feels good about it?”

“Well, it’s the fullness for sure, being stretched a bit is really great. But trusting is the best part which is kinda hard with a toy vs the real thing. The real thing is better when you have a guy that can control the pace and speed up and slow down and such.”

“Really? So the real thing is better huh? Cause, well I have the real thing and I kinda would like to try your ass on for size, that is if that wouldn’t be too weird, bro?”

“Holy fuck, really? YES! I would LOVE that! YES! Let’s do it!” I say to him, almost too excitedly and I pull it back a bit not wanting to spook him. “So, how do you want me? On my back? My stomach? Want me to ride you?”

“Well, let’s start with you on your stomach that way we can see if this is going to work or not without the added stress of me looking at your hard and dripping cock while I am trying to make sure mine works and slides into a guy’s ass!”

“Ok, let’s do this!” I pull red out of me and plop him down beside us. I move my leg off of him and flip over onto my stomach. As I do this I feel him get up off the bed and reach down to his bag and I hear him grab a condom. Fuck, I was kinda hoping he would just rawdog me, but I suppose we should be safe. I mean I know I am safe as I was just tested two weeks prior at the clinic and we know he is safe because he just admitted he had only ever fucked with a condom.

I hear him slide the condom onto his huge cock and he comes up and straddles me and starts adding some lube to his cock and my ass. He starts rubbing his cock between my cheeks.

“Holy fuck, bro! I can’t believe we are doing this, but fuck I can’t thank you enough cause i haven’t fucked i nearly a year now!”

“Fuck I should be thanking you, stud! Now take it easy. You are much bigger than Red.” I reach back and pull my cheeks apart so he can see his target a bit better. He places the tip of his cock at my hole and teases it by poking it at the hole, adding pressure at each push until I feel the head slide into me. Fuck he feels good. His large helmet head of his cock is fully inside me now and he feels sooo good. Applying more pressure as the first two inches are now solidly in me and he leans down on top of me as his lightly hairy chest makes contact with my back.

“How am I doing, bro? This feel good for you? Cause your ass is fucking amazing! I have never been in something this tight before? Fuck can I give you more?” He says nearly panting at this point, a combination of being turned on and likely holding himself back because this guy is ready to fuck, I can tell and fuck if I am not ready for him.

Releasing my cheeks and grabbing hold of his ass I pull him down on top of me forcing the rest of his 9″ deep inside of me, taking the wind out of me. You joke about having your guts rearranged, but a cock this big has to move some stuff around to fit inside. Fuck it hurts so good though.

“Fuck yes, Mikey! Fuck you are balls deep inside me!” I say to him, loving how he feels inside me but then also feeling him place all of his weight onto me. I can feel him, hear him breathing hard in my right ear as he collapses on top of me.

“Fuck you feel so good on my cock, bro! Fuck, you gonna let me have this ass whenever I want it huh? Cuz we have time to make up for!” He says to me as he starts to slide in and out of me, taking slow strokes.

“Your ass is amazing, bro! Fuck yes!” he says to me as he pulls my arms up above my head and runs his hands up to mine and we interlock fingers. “Im going to start fucking you now, are you ready?”

“Yes, fuck me bro!” I say to him feeling his full weight as he starts to piston in and out of me at the same time he is making full body contact with me as his full weight is pushing me into the bed and perhaps most intimately our hands joined together, holding each other.

“Fuck me, you are not going to break me! I’m a man, fuck me like a man, stud!” I say to him because I really want the full fuck thrown into me! I want to be drilled.

“Fuck yah, shit! Why didn’t we do this years ago! Fuck, all you would have had to do is ask me! I would have been fucking you for years if I knew it was this good! Fuck Logan, I love you bro!”

He is pounding me rather hard now, loud slapping sounds along with some grunts from both of us are the only sound you hear. Abruptly he stops and stays bottomed out inside me. “Wow, stay still bro! Almost lost it there! Fuck your ass is a furnace, it feels so fucking good on my cock!”

“Fuck, that first time I saw you changing your clothes to get into the pool when I was home from College and I saw those fucking hot, see through Jockeys of yours I knew I wanted that cock of yours!” I admit to him as he is balls deep and holding it inside me.

“Fuck, I remember that! You were looking at me in a way that was weird but it turned me on! You saw me getting hard from your look! Fuck, all you would have had to have done is ask to suck my cock and we would have been fucking that day stud!” He says to me.

“Mikey, I hate that we missed all that time, but we can make up for it, huh?” I say to him. He squeezes my hands, fingers woven together as he moans into my ear with his deep voice that sends a shockwave directly into my nuts.

“You good bro?” I ask, wanting to make sure I don’t trigger him to shoot! I still want a bit more from him.

“Yah, I am good!”

“Could we try a different position?”

“Fuck yah! Whatcha thinking?” He says as he pulls back from me and pulls completely out. A bit faster than I would have liked. He then rolls over beside me and slaps my ass playfully.

“Here I will lay on my back and you come up in between.”

“Cool, I kinda liked your leg up on my shoulder before!” he says as he comes up between my legs and lifts them up a bit and lines his cock up with my ass. And starts to slide back into me.

“Wait” I say to him. He looks a bit panicked as he looks into my eyes.

“Oh shit, did I do something wrong?” he says with a look of real concern on his face.

“No, no not at all this is fucking amazing. But look, take off the condom.”

“Oh you had enough?” He says looking really sad.

“No, bro! I want to feel you, not the damn rubber. If you can’t bareback your brother, then who can you bareback?” I say to him kinda joking but fuck, I don’t want anything between us.

“Yah, bro. I don’t know about this. I mean, I have never fucked without a rubber. And you are a guy… and that is a fucking hot, tight ass you got there. But… I just don’t know if we should we are brothers.”

“Step brothers, fuck that. You ARE my brother, I love you and I know you love me. We have been through a lot. It would be much more special and if you don’t like it then just pull out and I will finish you off with the best blowjob you ever had while I let RED finish your work.” I say knowing that that will challenge him. He hates to be called a quitter.

“No shit. I have never fucked anyone without a comdom, bro.” He says as he is slowly rolling off his condom and looking at me. “You sure this is safe for us? I mean, I’m not saying you have anything but…”

“You are clean, you have only ever fucked with a condom and I was just tested for everything under the sun not two weeks ago. It’s just we are brothers, and this is a special night. One we may never repeat and I don’t want any regrets. I want this and I know I want to give it to you! I know the type of girls you go after and I don’t want you to raw dawg them and their trampy asses. Better your brother. Better me!

Condom off he reaches down and says “Fuck I do precum a lot!”

“Fuck yah, lets see if the precum is enough, slide back into me bro!” I wink at him.

He looks me right in the eyes as his bare cock touches my asshole and begins to slide into me. Inch by inch he makes his way back into me, though in this position he is going to get all of those 9″ deep inside me. As he bottoms out and I can feel his fire red pubes touch my ass, knowing I have all of him inside me our eyes meet again.

“Fuck this is almost too much, Logan! Fuck! I never knew it could. Fuck don’t move! Being inside of you, bare like this is fucking amazing. I never knew it would feel so different. So much warmer, so… fuck this feels good!”

“Fuck yah, take your time, stud! God this does feel amazing! Shit why didn’t we do this earlier! Fuck your cock… feels sooo good… inside me! You can take your time! I want to cum with you so I will pace myself but I would love for us to cum together!”

“Fuck yah, but not just yet! Damn your ass is… fuck! Ok, I have recovered I am going to fuck you now!” He starts to long dick me and it feels so good. He lifts my legs a bit higher and he is plunging even deeper inside me than before and I am moaning with him. I can feel his cock inside me that huge head on his cock rearranging my guts fuck this is fantastic. Damn this straight boy knows how to fuck ass! Damn!

“Logan I am getting close, bro! Are you?”

“Fuck I could cum at any time, stud! But, Mikey. Look at me.” I say to him and as he keeps fucking me picking up the pace and starting to drip sweat down onto me. “Bro I want you to cum deep inside me! Fucking breed me bro!”

“Holy shit, you serious? Holy fuck, you guys call it breeding? Fuck, yah. I am so going to breed you, bro! Fuck!” he is pumping me so fucking hard right now and looking me directly in the eyes as he keeps pounding me and clearly reaching the point of no return. He plunges down on top of me causing my legs to go higher in the air as he locks lips with me and I feel him start to fire off inside me! Pulsing so hard with his huge cock head flaring each shot of cum deep in my guts as he kisses me and thrusts his tongue into me just as hard as his cock.

Not even touching myself anymore I fire a huge load between us covering in a huge amount of cum. He stays bottomed out inside me as I feel his cock still pulsing inside of me and we both start panting trying to recover from what was one of the best, if not THE BEST orgasm I have ever had in my life.

He is still grunting and pulsing in my ass as I start to feel him pulling back from me. I reach up quickly, grabbing his ass. “Stay inside me, Mikey. I want you to stay there a bit longer, I don’t want this to be over!” He stops his retreat and leans back in and kisses me, tongue deep, wet and manly kiss. Feeling his beautiful red stubble against my face as he devours me. He pulls back from me a bit.

“I don’t know why you keep saying this will be over. We are both single and we can fuck anytime we want and you better bet I am going to take this ass for a spin whenever the fuck I want moving forward.” He says this with a bit of a joke but also this animalistic hunger that is such a fucking turn on! His cock isn’t deflating at all and neither is mine, but my legs are getting sore so we move around a bit, keeping his huge cock inside me until it pops out and I quickly close down as to not lose one ounce of his load to the bedsheets.

I roll onto my side and he comes up behind me to big spoon me. Doing so he reaches down and pushes back into me. I jump a bit at the sudden reentry.

“What, you said you wanted me to stay inside you!” He pulls the blanket over us and feeling so safe, so full I think we both fall asleep.

Somewhere in the middle of the night I feel him moving against me and starting to fuck me again. Well he stayed fucking me, I suppose but I feel him moving in and out of me.

“You can keep sleeping stud, I just am going to drop another load in you cause that furnace of an ass you have here has me all wound up again.” He says as he begins to plow me from behind. This position has him hitting my prostate perfectly and I grab his hand that is holding my chest and I bring it down to my cock.

“Holy fuck did you cum again?” he asks.

‘No, stud, that is all the precum your dick is making come out of me by rubbing my prostate like that. Fuck this feels even better than before!” He keeps stroking me as he fucks my ass with perfect form constantly hitting my prostate like a heat seeking missile.

“I can’t believe I am fucking you, Logan. Fuck, truth be told I had more than a few wet dreams where I woke up to thoughts of plowing your tight ass. Fuck this ass is tighter than anything I have ever been in. And no rubber numbing things… fuck those things strangle my cock.” He says as he regrips my cock and realizes I have a lot more precum oozing out. “Fuck this Precum of yours is doing all the work! Fuck, that is hot. Shit, never thought I would be stroking another guy’s cock.”

“Never thought you would be stroking another guy’s cock while you get ready to breed him for the second time of the night!” He then starts kissing and sucking on the back of my neck, picking up the pace both on my cock and in my ass. He is using my cock as a handle to pound my ass from behind and I am going to cum any second.

“Mikey, I am going to cum… don’t change a thing keep doing exactly this… fuck you feel so good. Fuck you can have my ass anytime you want, bro. Here I cum!” I say this and I shoot past the bed and onto the floor and it looks like I hit the wall. Mikey continues to pummel my ass and finally he lets go of my cock to grab my hip as his arm beneath me cups my chest and next thing I know…

“Fuck, I love your ass bro!” he says as he bottoms out and holds deep inside me as he floods my guts with his third load, and this one feel to be just as big as the first one! Fuck, I can’t get over the feeling of him pulsing in my ass as I feel ever shot of his hot cum painting the inside of my guts.

“Fuck yah! I can feel you shooting inside me Mikey. Fuck that is so hot.” As he tries to catch his breath he is rubbing my chest and slowing starting to recover as he keeps his cock deep inside me.

“That was the best sex I have ever had in my life. Love you bro!” He says to me. “Fuck, I have to pee. I am going to slide out of you, OK?” I grunt OK to him and I clamp down as he pulls himself from me not wanting to lose a drop of him, at least not yet. Turns out I have to piss too so I join him in the bathroom. Both of us naked, both of us keeping our semi’s. That post sex chub that is sensitive but also gives you that accomplished feeling. Fuck I love that feeling.

“Dude, that was amazing. We are going to have to clean this place up, don’t want your mom freaking out.” He says to me as he releases this strong stream of piss right into the toilet. I lean up against the counter watching him, inspecting this beautiful body. The light freckles that look like star clusters all over his body. His strong chest that he gets just by always working on shit around the house and helping his friends that I am so jealous of.

“Fuck, Yeah, I will get some of it as soon as I piss, but we will need to get some sleep. With the weather that is expected we are going to need to leave after lunch tomorrow if we want to get home before the shit hits the fan.” I say as I walk up to the toilet and as his stream slows mine fires off.

“Fuck that is a good point. Hell I’d love to just stay here in your ass, but I do have plans with my mom and her family tomorrow night. So yah, planning on leaving after lunch.” He says to me as he shakes his cock a few times then leans up against the wall to watch me finish. “Fuck, bro you do have a great body. Damn it, I have to admit I am a bit gay for you, bro!” He says and chuckles a bit.

“Well, we may have to test that out a bit more to see if that is true, I mean Red is a poor imposter for this.” I say as I grab hold of his beautiful cock. He leans into me and pulls our heads together and we kiss, a deep kiss. More than a million words are expressed in this one kiss. I can tell exactly how he is feeling and I know he can sense how I am feeling. Feeling close, closer than most brothers that is for sure, but closer than we have ever been before. A love for each other and new found respect as well. And neither of us missed the lust that each of us shared for the other.

Coming down from that amazing kiss, I pull us into a tight hug. “I do hate that we are headed out tomorrow, this was fun and I would love to keep enjoying each other.”

“Do you have plans for New Years?” He asks me as we hold each other in our post coital bliss.

“Nothing exciting. Hey, why don’t you come up to my place for a long weekend. We can just do… whatever.” I say to him. He grinds his cock into me a few times and says “Yeah… whatever!”

“Amazing, now let me go and clean up that cum dripping down the wall.”

“I can’t fucking believe that you shot that far!”

“Believe it stud, I am a catch! Besides I am still having to keep swallowing, you shot so much and so far up into me! I have been belching your cum!” We both laugh. Fuck I am so glad things didn’t get weird from all of this.

We clean up and then both hop into bed, and this time I big spoon him as we both fall asleep, naked and warm from the fireplace.

As we wake up in the morning, slowly we take the opportunity to feel each other up a bit under the sheets and just as we were both getting hard and looking for a round three I hear my Mom open the door to the apartment and yell “Hurry up boys, Breakfast and Santa came!”

“He’s not the only one!” I say softly to Mikey. “We are on our way mom! Just waking up!”

We have a lovely morning and exchange gifts and just hang out with each other. Mikey and I are clearly getting along better than in the past, certainly closer than ever before. Somewhere along the line I asked my mom what they planned to do for New Years.

“Oh we are getting together with some friends to play cards, but we will be home and likely in bed before midnight, you know us!” She says.

“Logan, you know what I have been thinking and I am going to take you up on that offer for me to come up to your place for New Years! I need some new experiences, to have some fun after the shit year I have had and I think we can have a lot of fun, that is if your offer is still good.” He says as he winks at me.

“Mikey, I am so glad to hear that! Yes, of course the offer is still good! You are always welcome to CUM with me, err umm with me and the gang. We will have a lot of fun and maybe I can help you hook up with someone for a good time to wash away those bad memories of the past year! In fact I think I know the perfect person for you to have some fun with!”

Lunch is nice, relaxed and finally Mikey and I state that we have to get packed up so we can head out to get home before the weather goes to shit. As we are packing up my mom comes to keep talking with us into the apartment so shit. I was really hoping to get some before we leave and I could tell by the look on Mikey’s face that he was hoping the same.

Finally we are packed up and take everything out to our cars, we say our goodbyes and share a bunch of hugs. Mikey’s and my hug means so much more this time than it ever did before.

“See you next week! I will call you!” Mikey says and hops into his Jeep. I get into my car and we both pull out. I follow Mikey as we have about 5 miles before we hit the interstate where he goes south and I go north.

About two minutes in I get a text.

Mikey: “Meet me at the rest stop. I’m taking that ass for a spin again!”

Me: “Fuck yeah, you are!”

I am hard almost instantly. Fuck, always get so wound up thiking of getting caught fucking in public. Damn, wonder what he has in mind. How the hell did he think of this? My mind is just going crazy thinking about all of this while my cock is painfully hard in these tight jeans I have on. This is going to be fun.

I see him signaling and turning into the rest area and being that it is Christmas day, there is nobody around at all. I pull in and grab the space right next to his as he is getting out of his Jeep all bundled up, likely freezing. He looks over at me with this amazing smile, but there is something else in that smile. It is animalistic lust, fuck I feel that too.

I get out of my car, lock things up and we start to head inside. It’s much warmer inside, so we are able to relax just a bit and head into the guys bathroom. We quickly head to the stall at the end, which is a bit larger and angled off to the side so even if someone comes in they won’t be able to see our feet. I check the other stalls and make sure we are alone.

“Fuck, I want that ass of yours!” He says to me rubbing his crotch though his tight jeans. “When your mom came in and started talking to us as we were packing I couldn’t stop thinking about how much I wanted to be inside your ass one last time. I thought for sure we would get a good pounding in before we left our folks!”

“Fuck, me too bro!” I say to him as I take off my coat and hang it on the back of the stall door. I palm my lube that I grabbed getting out of my car. “Your big cock has done something to me bro, fuck I crave that thing inside me!”

I crouch down in front of him peeling him out of his ridiculously tight jeans to find him in his Jockeys with his cock already hard and I pull out his big cock and start sucking him in earnest. I always like this position to suck a guy because I can run my tongue up and down the most sensitive part of my man’s cock. That underside of a cock, where all the feels come from is getting a lot of attention as I plunge up and down on it and in doing so I am getting rewarded. His amazing precum is coating my tongue and I keep milking him for as much of it as I can get, fuck this stud is so hot.

He pulls me up and looks me right in the eye. He starts unbuttoning my jeans while looking me directly in the eye. “Logan, you are the best brother I could ever ask for and I am sorry that I was a shit to you when we were little. I have learned a lot, and while I am not gay, fuck if I don’t enjoy being deep in your ass. Now, I hope you are ready, because I am going to breed you and you are going to have to drive all the way home with my load deep inside you. You ready for that, bro?”

“Fuck, I am so ready…” as he places his hands inside my underwear and jeans, hands sliding down my hips as he push down my pants to my knees. He spins me around and pushes me hard up against the wall takes the lube and gets a handful and slides it up into my ass. Agressively pushing in two then three fingers into my ass and lubing me up. Pushing and twisting a few times, he has become a pro overnight at readying his ass for a good fucking.

“Here I come, big bro! We don’t have a lot of time, so… ” he pushes straight into me in one long push and soon I feel the cold metal button from his jeans hitting my ass as he bottoms out in me.

“Oh Fuck yeah!” I scream as he bottoms out and holds me in place, skewerd on his hard cock. “Fuck you feel so good in my ass!”

“Your ass is the best hole I have ever been in! And you are one lucky hole to get all my nuts for the past two days! Nobody else has gotten my nuts before!” He starts pounding me, but standing straight up like this isn’t very comfortable for either of us, so he pushes me towards the stall door and opens it.

“Get that fine ass up on that counter!” he directs me. There is a long counter with sinks and a mirror and so I jump up on the counter and he pulls down my pants and inderwear to my ankles and lifts my legs up so he can duck down and climb up inside of my legs locked together by my jeans. He looks down and smiles at me. “This is hot!”

“Fuck, Mikey what if someone comes in?” I say to him scared but dripping precum.

“So what if they do, they will likely be jealous!” He says to me and slides back deep inside me as he leans down and kisses me. He starts banging me hard and I am loving every second of it.

“Fuck me Mikey! This is so fucking hot!” I say to him, grunting at ever time he bottoms out inside me.

“I have a confession Logan… I hope you won’t be mad at me… with me pounding your ass like this… figured it would be best to tell you… now as you are wanting my load so bad!”

He could tell me anything at this point, and I don’t care, his cock is hitting every button inside me and this is near perfection!

“So am I a better fuck than Ray?” He asks me with this smile on his face and he bottoms out and holds it there.

“Ray? Ray? Oh you mean that guy I was dating the summer of my senior year?” Fuck bro, you are so much better than Ray… why you asking?”

“I watched him fuck you! You guys came home one afternoon and thought nobody was home, and I was caught in your bedroom and hid in your closet.” He says and resumes fucking me. “I saw him put on a condom and had no idea what he was going to do, had no idea that two boys could actually fuck! Then… I saw him… slide into you… I heard you moan. I saw sex for the first time. He fucked you rather hard and you guys made a lot of noise, good noise. I got so hard watching you guys go at it.”

“You little… shit… spying on me like that… Fuck Mikey, you are so much better than he was! He was like a damn energizer bunny, just pistoning in and out… fuck you have style… you get me bareback to breed me… and your dick is so much better than his!” I say to him as he is picking up speed.

“Fuck, you think so? You think I am better? Fuck, I know I am, you didn’t moan like this with him.” And to illustrate that point he pushes in as hard as he can and holds it there, producing a deep, uncontrollable moan from his older brother.

“Fuck, Bro, I am getting close!” As he says that I think I hear someone coming, like the outer door just slammed shut. Mikey didn’t seem to hear it so maybe I was imagining things.

“Fuck I am going to breed you, bro! Fuck… here… I… Cum” He grunts and pushes all of his cock into me and just then I look over to the entry way into the mens room and there stands a young college guy just standing and watching us with his mouth wide open.

This was all too much for me and as I still feel Mikey pulsing inside my ass, and the blond college stud looking at us I fire a cum shot up over my head it and it hands first on the mirror above my head and then two shots near my mouth and the rest onto my tshirt.

Mikey realizes the guy is in the room with us and looks over at the guy. He then looks back and me and licks my hot, fresh cum off my face and feeds it to me in a deep sensual kiss, clearly giving the kid a show but also fuck if it didn’t turn me the fuck on.

As he is done kissing me, the college kid is still just watching us open mouthed, a pornographically hard cock making an impressive tent in his gray sweatpants. Mikey pulls his cock from me and I clamp down so as to not lose a drop of it and he ducks down and removes himself from between my legs, hard cock just flopping about as he begins to pull up his pants while the kid watches us.

That awkward silence was getting to me and so I said, for no apparent reason. “Don’t worry, we’re just brothers! All is good!” and I wink at him. Mikey blushes something terrible and then adds to my statement.

“My brother demanded I give him a load before he heads home! He is a greedy bottom, ain’t he?”

Back to being fully clothed, we both wash our hands and as we are drying them I say to the kid “Hey the bathroom is all yours! There shouldn’t be any cum to slip on as all of his is inside me and what I didn’t swallow of my own is on my shirt!” Mikey starts laughing and so I continue “What, we just tramatized this… what 18 year old?”

The kid responds, “I am 19, actually”

“Oh cool, 19 year old! I didn’t want him nervous he was going to get cum on his new Christams shoes!” And Mikey and I both just keep giggling.

“That was the hottest thing I have ever seen in my life! Fuck, I got to see a live porno and a guy nut in you!” The kid says as he just watches us head to the door.

“Not just any guy, kid. He is my hot, straight brother!”

Mikey slaps my ass as we make it back to our cars. “I am going to see you next week right?” I say to him as he walks up to his Jeep. “Yeah, in fact I only have to work for three days this week, I could come up early and stay a few nights. That work?”

“That would be perfect. Hey Mikey?”

“Yah, bro?”

“I love you, thank you for all of this. I know it must be weird, so if it weirds you out, then just text me if you want to cancel your trip up, or cool it on the gay shit.”

Mikey stops getting into his jeep, and walks over to meto hug me, and then kisses meon the cheek. “Logan, I love you too and this was fucking hot. I don’t give a shit about lables or nothing. Hot is hot. Your ass… Your mouth are hot. Weird that you have a dick, but even that is kinda hot. Your dick at least. Maybe it’s just because you are my brother or maybe just because you are you. But I fucking love what we did, and I want more of it. Now drive safe! Text me when you get home or call me. I am at my mom’s tonight but then back to my place tomorrow we can talk more freely then. Love you, big bro!”

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I’d like to blame it on the wine but I’m not much of a liar. I will chalk it up to a really good sweaty romp and then a rather erotic thriller. The movie got me going all over again but by the time the good parts were over, it was time for Steven to go to bed.

‘Good night, love.’ He ruffled my short blonde hair and gave me a long lingering kiss. ‘We need to do that again tomorrow but for now I’m off to bed. Early morning.’

And he was gone and I was horny. Again. I finished my wine, flipped through a magazine, and read a sex survey. That didn’t help. Basically, I stewed in my own juices, so to speak.

I was just about to give up. Throw in the towel. When it hit me. Again, maybe the wine, maybe the thriller, maybe the fuck. I really don’t know what did it. I didn’t care. I grabbed the pad of sticky notes from the desk and began writing furiously. When I went to bed, it was stuck to the coffee pot. My little love note for Steven.

What do you want? Your wildest fantasy (or fantasies). Anything you want. Spill!

Love, Loren

I had forgotten the note in the morning. It was Saturday so I lingered in bed. I was sad, I’ll admit, that Steven had to go to work. His side of the bed, cold and unoccupied was enough to make me want to call him and tell him to come home. Come home and fuck your woman. In my mind’s eye I could see myself dialling my cell. I could hear myself making this giggling but authoritative command. He had to work, though, and I was fine with that. I was just lonely.

I ran my hands over my soft negligee. Felt my nipples turn to hard pink pearls under my fingers. My pussy went soft and wet and I let out a sigh. Somehow, as horny as I was, the thought of rubbing one off alone in bed was disappointing. I would go downstairs and make some coffee and wait until Steve got home. Then I would attack him like a horny mountain lion.

I was still laughing at the thought of a hormone-induced attack on my studly guy when I wandered into the kitchen. There it was. Hot pink. Innocent to look at. A sticky note for me.

TO    SEE    YOU    WITH    ANOTHER     WOMAN.    NO TOUCHING FOR ME. JUST WATCHING.

LOVE, STEVE

Somehow the sight of his answer, boldly printed all in caps, did me in. I did it right there. Clutching at the pantry door, fingers working furiously and wetly under my nighty. It only took a few minutes. My fingers diving greedily into my humid wet cunt, my thumb rubbing roughly but expertly over my clit. I stared at the words as I came in one long, delicious spasm. Little animal sounds rushed out of my throat and I collapsed on the cold linoleum in a glowing, warm heap.

I needed to leave him notes more often.

My fingers still tacky and shaking, my knees still knocking, I claimed the hot pink square and stuck it firmly in my day planner. I made my coffee, enjoyed my afterglow and mentally calculated how many hours I had to wait for him to get home.

‘I’m home!’ Steven’s face lit with a tired but happy grin. ‘Thank God! Oooph-’

The last part was my fault. I launched myself at him like a lusty groupie and kissed him long and hard. I pushed my tongue past his soft lips and tangled it with his. I plundered that hot sensuous mouth and pushed my wet pussy against his belt buckle, my legs tightly clamped around his lean middle.

‘Did you miss me?’ he laughed as I slid my tongue down his neck, nuzzling him at the base where his cologne seems to settle. A nice warm, manly scent that hovers in the hollow of his throat.

His big hands palmed my ass and he groaned. Shifting me a little lower so my crotch was level with his, I could feel the growing bulge of his awakening cock.

‘I liked your note,’ I sighed and pushed myself against his hard-on. Shameless hussy. That’s me.

‘I can tell.’

‘Come on, come on, come on,’ I was practically barking as I set my feet on the cold floor and pulled him toward the sofa. ‘Off with the jeans! Off with the shirt!’ I directed, stripping my leggings and sweatshirt off.

‘As long as you don’t say, ‘Off with his head!’,’ he chuckled. But he obeyed. He soon stood before me completely naked, his beautiful cock a blushing purple and standing straight up toward his flat belly.

‘On the sofa!’ I could hear my demanding tone but couldn’t seem to control it. I was in a fog. A thick fog of lust and need. I always wanted Steven, but right now I needed him. My body thumped with a pulse of arousal and craving. I need him. Hard cock. Hot cunt. His. In mine. Now.

I straddled him, the soft green sofa cushions engulfing my knees. Without preamble I sank down onto his dick, sighing with what sounded like relief to my own ears. Within three desperate strokes, my thighs were soaked from my own juices.

‘Correspondence is inspiring,’ Steven muttered as his eyes rolled back in his head. He looked like he was in pain.

‘Am I hurting you?’ I grunted. It was all I could manage. I admit, though, I didn’t slow my frenzied pace for even a moment.

‘Fuck no!’ He grabbed my hips as if for emphasis. Big fingers digging into my soft, flushed skin and propelling me faster with his strong hands. His hips pumped up as he drove into me.

‘Best note ever…’ I mumbled as my cunt seized up, gripped him greedily and then fluttered around him as my orgasm roared through all of me. Even the roots of my hair tingled and I swore I heard myself cry out, ‘Evvvvvver…!’

Steven yanked me against him and I felt him pump into me. Hot wet come. Filling me. For the first time ever I really felt it, the incredibly warm emptying of his body into mine.

I collapsed, exhausted and panting onto his chest; our breathing creating a nice little cha-cha number.

‘Sorry about the ninja attack,’ I giggled but my wet insides still fluttered and pulsed around his deflating cock. It would work for every last flicker of pleasure, it seemed.

‘Loren, you can go ninja on my ass any day of the week.’ And then he kissed me.

Steven went to bed early that night. I think I wore him out. I weighed the pros and cons and then my mind flashed to that first seductive moment of my body engulfing his and my mind was made up. Before I locked up for the night, I grabbed my faithful sticky notes and wrote another. I was humming merrily as I shut off the kitchen light. I could see its little square shadow as I left. I smiled, knowing what it said.

What else! I’m begging. Hands and knees. Tell me.

Love, Loren

I climbed into bed, snuggled up against a loudly snoring hunk of man and drifted off to sleep. Somehow I couldn’t wipe the goofy grin off my face even as I slipped into dreamland.

Sunday morning didn’t so much break in as creep in. Gray, murky light filled the bedroom. Another overcast February morning. I stretched and yawned loudly. My hands found the cool empty spot on the sheets where Steven should be. A momentary blip of sadness skittered across my internal radar screen and I sighed. Then I remembered the sticky note I had left and I tore down to the kitchen. I didn’t even bother to put on slippers or a robe. I didn’t care if I froze. I wanted to see my note.

My bare feet slapped the cold linoleum as I ran to the coffee pot. There it was! I was so excited. My belly did a flip and my nipples grew hard.

I claimed my hot pink prize and read.

I WANT TO FUCK YOU IN PUBLIC. MAYBE THE DARK SMOKY CORNER OF THE CLUB. UP AGAINST THE WALL. HANDS UNDER YOUR DRESS. YOUR LEG WRAPPED AROUND MY WAIST…

LOVE, STEVE

Oooooh. I caught my breath, sank into a kitchen chair and once again settled in for some self-abuse. My fingers made quick work of my swollen clit. Two fingers plunged into my flooded pussy as an accompanying finger played a rousing number of God-I-am-turned-on on my clit. I stared at the words, read the sentence over and over until my insides were so tight it was nearly painful. Then I focused on my favourite sentence: MY HANDS UNDER YOUR DRESS. These were his hands under my nightgown. Steven’s hands. Under there. For all to see…

The orgasm left me bedraggled and flushed. A stupid smile on my face. I drank my coffee, puttered and counted the minutes. When he came through the door I was waiting for him. Only this time he was prepared.

I wasn’t very creative, I’ll admit. I once again did my animalistic pounce the moment he shut the front door. Only this time, he promptly dropped his briefcase and held his hands out. At least I wasn’t afraid I’d hurt him this time.

‘You’re wearing a dress!’ he exclaimed around my wandering, plundering tongue. He kissed me back and laughed against my lips.

‘Yes, yes!’ I hissed, ‘Now put your hands under it.’

‘Ah, our missives have done a number on you again.’ His tone was teasing but his hands were big and warm as they slid under my short dress. Goosebumps and baby hairs along my spine sprang to attention and my pussy did that persistent little thump, thump, thump! that signals impending orgasm. Dear Lord! He hadn’t even touched me yet. Well, none of the naughty bits.

I didn’t stop to ask what a missive was. I simply wrapped my legs around his waist and shoved my pelvis against his. I ground against the erection I found there, refraining from whooping in joy. Barely. ‘Sofa, sofa, sofa!’ I took up the chant as my brain seemed to short- circuit.

There it was again. An overwhelming need. Urge. Compulsion. I had to have him in me and it had to be now. Steven complied. Smart man. This time there was no upper hand for me. The moment we hit the sofa, Steven flipped me on my back and pinned my arms above my head. His other hand slid and groped and pushed its way greedily under my dress. His breath beat warmly against my throat as he practically panted.

‘Good Lord, what has gotten into us?’ he growled.

Steven didn’t stop for an answer. My two thin wrists held tightly in his strong hand, he slid down my body and buried his face in my pussy. Like a crazy man he snuffled and licked and ate at me until I was making little whoop, whoop sounds. What the hell was that? Didn’t know, didn’t care. I let my thighs fall open and he burrowed deeper, shoving the rigid tip of his tongue into my tight, wet entrance. I clamped my knees around his head as his perfect lips worked their way back up to my clit. I came so hard, I feared I’d given him a head injury. But he was fine, forcing his way between my legs roughly. His cock was hard and already leaking a steady stream of pre-come. I licked my lips and he allowed me one good swallow and one good stroke of my tongue over his slit before he whipped it away. He got between my thighs.

‘Fuck.’ That was it. That’s all he said as he slid into me. My cunt, still echoing from my orgasm, latched on and clenched him tightly. Little aftershocks of pleasure lit up my insides.

It felt so good. Unbearably good. I clamped down. I made my pussy as tight as I could until the friction of his thrusts nearly drove me insane.

‘Fuck,’ he said again.

A few more frantic pounds and his body went rigid in my arms. I felt his cock swell even larger for just a moment before he jerked against me and came with a long low moan. I joined him. Just watching his face and the power in his body as he came was enough to shove me right over the edge into another orgasm.

After a sweaty moment of tangled laughing, he stared up into my eyes. ‘You’re not drugging me, are you?’

I giggled until I thought I would cry. ‘Nope. No drugs.’

Steven kissed me on the lips, the nose, the forehead. He climbed from me, steadied himself and ran a hand through his thick black hair. ‘Beer? You want a beer? I need a beer. I’ll get us some beers.’

I could only grin as he wandered into the kitchen buck naked and chuckling.

Now I was preoccupied. All I could think about was what might be going on in that handsome head of his. As usual, he went to bed long before me. I sipped a glass of Cabernet and watched a little TV and tried not to think of crisp square pieces of paper that could be stuck to virtually any smooth surface. I cracked. I knew I would.

Before bed, I wrote my now normal love note and affixed it in its usual place. My notes had become as intense as my sexual urges.

And!? What else? I need more!

Your slut, Loren

Monday morning dawned just as bleak. It was even more depressing because my alarm went off at 6:30. A work day. Yippee! I turned it off and stretched, taking a moment to sniff at Steven’s pillow. The warm, familiar scent of him clung to the pillowcase and I felt a stirring of my now ever- present arousal. Then I remembered my note.

I barely noticed that it was snowing outside my kitchen window as I yanked my pink prize from the coffee pot.

I WANT TO SHOVE YOU UNDER A VERY ELEGANT TABLE IN A VERY ELEGANT RESTAURANT. PUT MY COCK BETWEEN THOSE PERFECT PINK LIPS AND HAVE YOU BLOW ME UNTIL I BREAK MY WATER GLASS.

YOUR SEX MONKEY, STEVE

Ah! Just the thought. The wonderful taboo thought of doing that in one of the very nice, very posh restaurants we frequented was enough to bring a warm sluice of fluids between my thighs. This was too much. This was not a masturbate in the kitchen note. This called for the big guns.  I eyed the clock, calculated my allotted time to get to work. I nearly broke my neck getting up the steps to the bedroom. I opened my middle dresser drawer and rummaged until I found it. Ahhhh. My vibrator.

All pretty and pink and smooth and jelly filled and vibrating; at my mercy and very talented. I clutched the note, flipped the ON button and dove onto the bed. No lube needed, I was soaked, I worked it inside myself and let out a blissful sigh as it danced inside of me. I closed my eyes and saw myself in my most elegant black dress, strappy black heels, under the table. Dark and warm. Steven’s naked cock. His hand on the back of my head. Pushing me. Urging me.

Not always gentle. Fucking my mouth. Me under there. In the dark. Warm and cosy and cave-like. Licking up  his shaft. His spasm in my mouth. Drinking in his warm milky come.

I gave the vibrator a run for its money as I came with a bellow and a long lusty laugh. My heart was beating so hard my eardrums vibrated. I climbed from bed, my body like taffy. Warm and happy. Completely loose. I’ve never been so happy to get ready for work.

The day at work was a treat. I was so content I just didn’t care. I didn’t care that they screwed up my pay-check. I didn’t care that the voice recognition system had made a grievous error in a legal report. It should have read: ‘The client was injured at work while dragging a trash can’. What the system entered was: ‘The client was injured at work by a dragon with a tin can’. This should have been enough to send me into a tailspin. Oddly enough, I found it extremely humorous. The sigh of relief from my assistant was audible.

Even rush hour traffic didn’t bother me. Sitting and inching my way home didn’t set me off like it normally would. Every time I had to sit and wait, I pulled Steven’s sticky note out of my day planner and read it. And got hotter. Hornier. Crazed.

This time he was waiting for me. He grabbed me the moment I shut the door, took my bag and pushed me to my knees. Then, never taking his eyes from mine, he unzipped his khakis, freed his cock and pushed the already engorged head against my lips.

I opened for him compliantly and played my tongue over the weeping slit. Then I fell on him as if I were starved. And I was. The taste of his salty warm skin on my tongue was heaven. The hot hard length of his erection, like suede covered marble. So hard and yet so pliant. He tasted like sex and love and man.

I licked my palm several times, plunged his cock back in my mouth and moved my slick fist in tandem. Steven buried his hands in my hair and rocked against me. Moving back on his heels, head tilted back, eyes closed. All harsh breath and rumbling growls deep in his throat. The urgency in his sounds sent a thrilling shiver down my spine and I sucked harder and deeper than ever before. I couldn’t settle for anything less than making him lose control.

I loosened my throat and burrowed my nose against his pubic bone. Let him slide all the way home in my throat and I palmed his balls and let my middle finger skim his perineum. That did it.

Steven roared, ‘Loren!’ as he came and just the sound of my name tearing out of him like that soaked my panties.

Steven scooped me up and collapsed in the overstuffed arm chair with me on his lap. He kissed me, opening my mouth with his tongue. He kissed me deeply until we both tasted like him and warm wet kisses.

‘Think we’ll ever do any of them?’ I asked, squirming just a little in my wet panties.

Steven shifted under me. My squirming had done wonders. I could feel him getting hard already. He acknowledged my observation by pushing his cock against my ass. ‘Well, I’d say just talking about them is keeping us busy at the moment,’ he said with a grin. He pumped his hips up again and I noticed that hardening had turned to hard.

‘I’d like to try them all some day,’ I laughed, squirming just to be evil. ‘But you’re right. Just talking about it is making me a sex addict.’

‘Well, if you’re curious,’ he said, sliding his hand up under my skirt and hooking a finger in my panties, ‘ I have a few more.’ Then he plunged two blunt fingers into my cunt and I shuddered around him. ‘For instance-’

I shoved my palm against his lips and pushed my pussy against his hand. Forcing him to probe and push deep inside of me. ‘Don’t tell me! Don’t tell me!’ I sighed, squirming some more. ‘Leave me a note.’

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