Subject: Brad 5 This work is copyrighted by the author the author and commercial use is prohibited without permission in writing from the author. Personal or private copies are permitted only if they are complete and include the copyright notice. Placing this story on a website or reproducing this story for distribution without the author’s permission is a violation of that copyright. This is a story of a young male’s relationship with an older male. It will contain some sexual scenes, but it is not totally about sex. The series of chapters are completely fictional and are the result of the author’s fertile imagination. Any resemblance to any real person(s) is purely coincidental. The story contains consensual sexual behavior between a young male and an older male. It depicts unprotected sex and protected sex practices are the way to go if you plan to be around for years to come. May the flies of a thousand camels infest your armpits for not succumbing to the passions of your fertile imagination! If you are underage (below 18) or object to the subject matter, leave now as the door that let you in will also let you out. Also, don’t forget if this story or series of stories make you quake in your shorts, donate! fty/donate.html Keep this great venue of erotica free and on-line! From Chapter 4: I scrambled out of the room to the kitchen table and did my quadratic equations from my algebra class, all the time asking myself why I am always hunting for the value of `x’. I finally got them done, tossed everything back into my bag, and turned to Brad who was on the couch already finding a moving on Netflix for us to watch. I came around the couch and his legs were open, and he was lying on his back. He lifted a leg to the back of the couch and motioned for me to come and I crawled in-between his legs and rested my head on his stomach. I did not hesitate this time, I put one arm under his leg, and another on his cock and balls. He did nothing but lower his leg from the back of the couch to rest it on my side. I was content. ———- I had fallen asleep on Brad, and barely remember him waking me up. I was so groggy, he wiggled out from under me and picked me up, I put my arms around his neck and held on. His chest and arms were flexed holding me, and he carried me to our room. He lay me down in a bed and I was asleep again. My dreams were of Brad, sweaty from a practice or a game and allowing me to smell him and teach me how to suck his cock. I awoke to the sun streaming into our bedroom window and staring at an empty bed. It was my bed, I quickly gathered my senses and realized that Brad was behind me, spooning me, with his nose buried in the back of my neck. Did he carry me to his bed? Did I crawl into his bed during the night? My heart started racing and looked at the clock, it was seven in the morning. Mom would have left by now, but my heart relaxed knowing that it was Friday, and Brad would drive us to school. I reached down and picked up his heavy arm from around my waist and slipped out from his warm embrace. I stood there, morning wood poking straight out and looked at him as he still snoozed. His chest was slowly filling and emptying, the peach fuzz on his upper arms caught by the light, and then I noticed I was not the only one with morning wood. “Brad, wake up bro, we got to get ready for school, we’re gonna be late.” I said softly. Brad rolled onto his back and stretched all his muscles which were on display, the sight was wonderful. He lazily opened his eyes, focused on me and smiled. “Good Morning, my bro.” he said as he sat up, not hiding the morning wood he had. “I’m gonna go brush my teeth and we need to get going.” I simply said as I went across the hall into the bathroom. Brad walked in and stood at the stool as he pulled his cock out and let his morning piss flow. When he was done, he turned to me as I spat out the last of the toothpaste. “So, we did what we did. Since you like me when I am smelly after practice, tell me if I should even wear deodorant.” He said, lifting an arm up and putting his hand on the top of his back and with the other hand wrapped it around the back of my neck and guided me to his pit. He smelled great. “Please don’t. I want to do what we did last night again, this time without the other shirts.” I said into his pit, as I inhaled again. “I need you to teach me how to suck you. My lips are still swollen from you jacking off and your head in my mouth.” I said into his pit, this time wrapping my arm around his back and rubbing my face against the hair that was tickling my nose. “Alright, it’s a deal. No other smelly shirts in my bag, only mine.” He said to my ear, and gently pushed me away from his pit. “Never thought I would be teaching my little bro how to suck a dick.” He laughed. He brushed his teeth, and we got on our clothes and gear together then out to the truck we went. He tossed his gear bag in the back seat and started the truck up with a rumble. Away we went to school. Friday’s were always long days for me, being the 2% that did their homework, the day dragged. When the final bell rang, I nearly leaped out of my seat and over others to get to the practice field. It was another scorcher of a day, must have been 95 degrees outside. I took my normal place in the shaded istanbul travesti area of the stands and watched everyone skirmish. About a half hour later, the coach blew his whistle, and all the players took a knee around him. He spoke so loudly I could hear him in the far corner of the stands. He wanted them all to know that there was a game tomorrow night and wanted everyone to be rested and ready. He also went into how much hotter it was supposed to be, and that everyone should hydrate like crazy. He blew his whistle and the practice was over. I watched as Brad took off his pads, popped his helmet underneath for a handle and grabbed his heavier than hell gear bag. He walked to the end of the field with a couple of the other players, but my eyes were only on him. “Let’s get outta here.” He shouted and I picked up my backpack and ran to meet him at the end of the gated field. He tossed me his helmet and pads and still held onto his gear bag. He knew I would try to carry it but couldn’t. His slick arms flexing as he carried it himself. We got to the truck, tossed everything into the back seat, jumped in, started it and off we went. “Got a game tomorrow night, stupid question, you coming?” He said with one hand resting on the wheel. “Are you kidding, really?” I said with all the sarcasm I could muster in the musky cab. “Good, I signed you up as the water boy.” He said making the turns and zooming down the street. “What am I supposed to do?” I asked eyes wide. “I’ll tell you what to do after we get home and take care of some things.” He said, as he grabbed the mound in his crotch. My smile went from ear to ear, and since it was a bench seat, I laid my head on his mound and looked up at him. I got my fingers in the waistband of his shorts and compression shorts and pulled them down just enough to let his pubes to come into view. I buried my face in the hot, musky, and wet forest that was there. “Come on now, lets at least wait until we get home.” He said still driving. I put the waistband back where I found it and saw that his pits where drenched and leaking down his muscle riddled sides. I leaned up and licked my way to his wet pit and savored the `fresh from the source’ saltiness I am starting to learn I couldn’t live without. We pulled into the parking spot on the street, and parked. He started to reach down to take off his cleats, but I beat him to it. I grabbed his wet hairy calf and got one then the other off and held them on the seat as I reached around and grabbed his pads/helmet. He swung an arm around and grabbed his gear bag. We got into the house and did our ritual, he dropped the gear bag, I put the helmet and cleats on top, and he took off his socks, tossed them in the pile, and turned and headed to our room. There was a note on our door as I followed him down the hallway from mom. She was working late again and staying at a girlfriend’s house since she is opening in the morning so she can go to the game. Brad smiled at me and opened our door. I followed him in and bumped into him as he stopped in the middle of the room. “Alright, you wanted me like this, go ahead and do what you want.” He said as he stood there. I had him raise his arms so I could take the sweat soaked side less shirt off him. I immediately buried my face in it, it was so wet, I wrung it a little and let the drops of sweat trickle into my mouth. It was glorious and added a different taste to him. I threw it on my pillow and raised his arms to clean his pits and sides completely one by one. I finished his pits and licked my way across his nipple to the hairiest part of his chest where my nose and face was buried, and my senses assaulted by his manliness. After licking each of his nipples I started to kneel in front of him, and my thumbs were already in the waistband of his mesh shorts. They were easy to take off and fell to his hairy ankles. He stood in front of me wearing only a pair of blue compression shorts, and they were stretched out by his hardening cock and full balls. I leaned in and rubbed my smooth cheeks against his growing mound and started to peel them off. When I got them down past a certain point his cock flopped out and smacked me in the face. I kept pulling and freed his balls then down and off they came. Now my brother was standing naked in front of me, hard, sweaty, and smelling like a real man. I quickly used my thumb and held his cock head against the top of his thigh and buried my face in the sensitive area of the side of his balls and thigh. It was so wet and smelled so good. I licked and licked, hearing him moan and feeling his cock pulse. “Bro, take your clothes off.” He whispered, almost a heaving breath. I did not hesitate, I nearly ripped my shirt as I pulled it off, and stood, and dropped my pants and briefs. My little dick was sticking straight out, just like my big brother’s, though his was much bigger and heavier. I started to kneel again, but my brother’s strong arms stopped me. He felt across my hairless chest and rubbed one of my nipples in his fingers. It was my turn to moan, and my knees buckled a little. He raised one of my arms and felt where in his pit was a nice amount of hair, but in mine was only eight or nine hairs. He reached down and felt my hairless stomach and continued down to the slight bush I had and ran kadıköy travesti his fingers through it. He used one hand and pushed my cock and balls against one thigh, and he gently drew his fingers in the same sensitive area I licked on him. Once again, my knees buckled, and I moaned loudly from the pleasure. He released his hold on my junk and with both hands reached around and kneaded my hairless cheeks. This was the most sensual encounter I have ever felt, his hard cock rubbing my stomach, his strong hands kneading my cheeks, I just leaned my head forward and rested it on his chest. We stood there for a minute, and I saw his flat nipple and started to suckle on it. This time it was not just me doing the moaning, he started. His pulsing cock rubbing against me, he let go of my cheeks with one hand and cupped my head with it, pressing my face harder into his pec. I took this as I needed to suck harder and I did, even nibbled on it a little. His moaning went from guttural to heaving breaths. I pushed on him a little and he released my cheek and head and I guided him back to his bed, where I pushed again for him to sit down. “Tell me how to do it” I breathed as I got my face down into his crotch. I pushed on his chest, and he leaned back causing his cock and balls to not be so hidden. “Get some spit in your mouth, like a lot. Then lick from the base several times spreading your spit all over.” He heaved, I did as I was told, and licked his cock from the base to the back of his head, leaving lots of spit on it. “Now take my head in your mouth, and slowly slide down it. Just open your teeth wide.” I engulfed his red head and started going more and more down on him. He let out a loud moan, and his head threw back. I took that as I was doing well, and I buried more and more of his cock in my mouth until my nose was in his pubes. His moaning was loud, his scent intoxicating. I took a bold step and reached around and put my hands on his fuzzy cheeks and started to withdraw his cock and swallow it down again, each time working up more spit and making sure my teeth were not scraping him. He put a hand on the top of my head, and I felt his cheeks tense up and he started fucking my mouth. That was easier for me as I just kept up the suction and made sure that there was enough spit. I felt a little more eager, so I took one hand and ran it up his back, feeling the fuzz covered muscles contracting and relaxing. My other hand went down his thigh and could also feel his hair covered muscles there doing the same thing. His moaning grew louder, and his movements became thrusts, causing his cock to almost go down my throat. “Oh, fuck bro, you’re going to make me nut!” he heaved as he now had both hands on the sides of the top of my head and started thrusting in and out of my mouth. His big ball sac was slapping my chin and I just let my hands roam all over him as he worked himself to a `nut’. Feeling his legs, I felt him go on his tip toes, and the other hand which was on his hairy abs could feel them harden like rocks. Wait, he was going to cum, that was the `nut’. I quickly drew one hand to his tightening balls, and the other around the base of his cock and he stopped moving as I took over. I was rewarded with a gush of his seed then a second, both spraying the back of my throat. He let out another three full shots into my eager mouth. I did not swallow right away, I savored the heat coming from him, and the thick saltiness coating my mouth. He started to writhe as I continued to suck on him, he finally pulled his cock out of my mouth with an audible `pop’, then I swallowed. I did not realize it but both of us were panting. He fell to the ground in front of me, putting his hands on his face. I fell back on my ass and just sat there watching the sweat trickle from his pits, and on his chest. He moved his hands and his face was sweat covered. “Damn bro, that was much better than the first time.” He said in-between the pants. “You don’t… look like… you got off…” he said, still winded. “No, I didn’t.” I said looking down at my little dick and how tiny it seemed compared to his. “Ever heard of a bro-job?” he said, wind finally filling his great muscled chest. “Nope.” I said, not knowing exactly what to do. “It’s something that a bro does for a bro, not brother, but bro” He said, sitting up. He grabbed hold of me and turned me around until I was leaning back on his steaming hot chest. He spit in his hands and reached around and down and grabbed my dick. He got it nice and slick and started to jerk me off. I was in extasy, my Brad was touching me, and I was lying on his hot, furry chest and abdomen, his scent stronger this way it seemed. He did not have to do it for long, I felt myself getting ready to cum. “I’m gonna cum!” I yelled, not knowing if he would stop or move his hand in enough time, but he nuzzled my ear. “That’s the point, put your hands on my legs, enjoy this.” He cooed in my ear, then I felt his tongue on the lobe of my ear and I came. I did not cum as much as he did, but almost as hard. He used the other free arm of his and held me very tightly to him as I spitted and dribbled cum out of my dick. He kept on jerking me off and it started to be over-whelming. “Stop, Brad, please!” I yelled, and he stopped. I leaned my head back further bakırköy travesti to a side and was looking up at him. “You ever kiss anyone?” He asked, arm still tight around me. “No.” “Time you learned.” He leaned down and with his cummy hand took my jaw and his lips met mine. He used his tongue and parted my lips and ran it along the inside of my lips as he held onto me, I just went completely limp in his grasp. I stuck my tongue up to meet his and we tongue wrestled for what seemed like forever. I was beyond bliss, so far away. He broke the kiss and turned me around so that he was holding me in his strong arms like a baby. I put one hand on his hard chest, and we kissed again, this time deeper, longer. Stars were covering my eyes, my big brothers’ lips were on mine, his tongue deep in my mouth. His big arms holding me not in place but holding me up. I broke the kiss this time, and stared into his eyes, the color was almost gone from them, he looked so intense. Any other time I would think he was really pissed off, but not this time. “I love you my big brother.” I said as I snuggled onto his still un-washed chest. “I love you little brother. But it is time to shower, we both need it now.” He said as he grabbed hold of me tightly, bent himself at the knee and stood. He held me in the air, and I held onto his thick neck for all that I could, then I realized that this is Brad, he would never drop me or hurt me. So, I relaxed into his arms and he walked to the bathroom. We showered together, which was a first for me. Feeling his big hands rubbing his axe on me, and my hands getting to explore every inch of him. He even turned me around and took two fingers and cleaned my crack, and the feeling of his rough fingertips on my hole was electric. I turned him around and followed his hair pattern on the small of his back and cheeks and cleaned his crack, though I did not linger at his hole, as his cheeks cinched and nearly amputated my fingers. “No, that is a barrier that I will not break, stay out.” He said. We rinsed and I stepped out to towel off, as he took up the whole bathtub to dry himself. We finished drying ourselves and headed back into our room. He stood there naked as in thought, and I started fumbling around for something comfortable to wear. “Stop, I have an idea, Mom is going to be gone all night, so why get dressed.” He said and turned and walked out into the hall. I stopped searching for some house pants and went nude after him. “You hungry or did my cock juice fill you up. I didn’t hurt your mouth, or anything did I?” he asked, standing naked in front of the open fridge. “No, you didn’t hurt me, it was just a little hard to swallow your huge cock the way I did.” I said, staring around him seeing some grapes that I would like. “Bro, I don’t have a huge cock, there are others that are way bigger, I’m only like six and a half inches.” He said, picking out some fresh leftovers. “Compared to my little dick, yours is massive and thick, and your balls are like oranges.” I said, leaning in next to him, and grabbing the bag of grapes. “So maybe we should come up with a code, if you think my balls are like oranges, if you want some of my cum, we’ll call it orange juice.” He said laughing hard, making his cock and balls jiggle. “Very funny, I will call it bro juice.” I said with several grapes in my mouth. He heated up whatever was in the container and leapt over the back of the couch and I knew I couldn’t, so I walked around and sat next to him, thigh to thigh. The hair on his leg brushing my nearly hairless leg. He finished off the container and put it on the table and moved himself where he was laying back and opened his legs. I dropped the grapes on the table and crawled into his legs. Holding onto one furry thigh and placed my head with my nose buried in his pubes. We lay there for a long while, until he started yawning. “Let’s go to bed, it’s past ten and I have a game tomorrow.” He said, gently pushing my head out of his crotch. He killed the TV and the lights, and we went to our room. I started to clear off my bed, and he stopped me, “Why don’t you sleep with me tonight, I enjoyed cuddling with you bro.” He said pulling back his covers. Didn’t have to tell me twice. I climbed into bed with him and as he lay on his back, I put my shoulder in his pit and lay my head on his fuzzy chest. In no time we were asleep. ——- No alarms, nothing, we awoke to the sunlight coming in the window. We didn’t dare move as we were so comfortable. I was laying on my side with my head pillowed by his bicep, his other arm holding me gently by the waist. As I became more aware, I could feel his morning wood pressing into my crack. He mumbled a `morning’ and ground his cock a little into my cheeks. I knew what I wanted to try next, but instead asked him about the water boy thing. He told me that the water boy is in the locker room pre-game and post-game, and during the game he was right with the players and made sure that everyone had water. He said that if I liked his scent, I would love the combined scents in the locker room. He was still drowsy and nuzzled his nose into the back of my neck, and his cock throbbed again. We fell asleep again, this time my dreams were of my Brad making brotherly love to me, and me taking his cock inside me. Remember that sprayed semen does not work really well with electronics, so be careful reading my stories that you don’t ruin a keyboard, phone, tablet or another vulnerable device. 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