drakestories: He was Scott now, all grown up and muscled out. A marine, and a damned fine one at tha

drakestories: He was Scott now, all grown up and muscled out. A marine, and a damned fine one at that. But to me he was always Scotty, my little brother. And it all came back, the simple loving relationship we had, when Scott visited the city on leave. Seeing him at the terminal at JFK and gripping him in a bear hug, me teasing him for his high and tight, him making fun of my expensive suit. “This thing probably cost more than my monthly salary,” he said, feeling the fabric of the coat in his hands as he stepped back to look at me. I blushed, not wanting to admit how much I spent on it. Or how much I was pulling, bonuses included, while my little bro put himself on the line over in the Middle East. But Scotty never judged me and if anything seemed to look up to his big bro Matt. “Come on,” I said, picking up his duffel and insisting on carrying. “Let’s go.” I’d taken the day off for the occasion and we grabbed lunch and a beer, which became two. It was awesome to catch up, talking man to man. I had a bunch of stuff planned if that’s what Scott wanted but he just grinned and flashed his green eyes at me. “Actually, bro, I’d love to take a shower and a big long nap. That plane ride wore me out.” I left him have his privacy. I have a nice condo but it’s still New York and my limited space meant Scotty would be having the bed. I’d take the couch. I took the time to catch up on work emails and pay my bills. I hadn’t told Scott this but over the last few years I’d been contributing to a trust for my little brother, in case he ever needed it. He’ll probably give me grief for doing it but it was the least I could do. About 4 o clock I decided to check on him. I peeked in and there he was lying naked and hunky on top of my bed, no covers hiding his Marine-built body. We’d fooled around as teens, nothing serious, and we’d both grown into well-adjusted gay men with normal lives. Scotty was probably more well-adjusted than me. I resisted dating or relationships, preferring the revolving door of one-night stands, Internet hookups, and fuck buddies. It kept me happy, gave me what I needed. Scotty was much more relationship-oriented and had dated in a long-term relationship that ended last year, and it sounded like he was enjoying some rebound time with a lieutenant he was stationed with in the Gulf. Good for him. I stepped in the bedroom as quietly as I could but Scotty stirred. “What time is it?” He mumbled, stretching that rock solid bod. It had been years since I’d seen him nude like that and my attention was immediately drawn to the tuft of dark fur on the small of his back, no doubt hinting at the masculine hair in the trench between his round rump. “4,” I answered. “Sleep as long as you like.” “I’m good, Matt, don’t go,” he said looking up sleepily. “I was hoping, actually, that you’d join me.” His voice was real quiet now, like he was afraid of my reaction. I couldn’t help but do it. I started unbuttoning my dress shirt and slipping off my shoes. I had a good idea what Scotty was angling for but I still wasn’t 100% sure he was inviting me for sex. So I felt out the waters. “You sure? Your big bro has a reputation of being a bit of a player.” Scotty laughed, his deep Marine voice sounding SO sexy when he did. “Yeah, I’ve figured that out, bro. What, you’re 34, one of New York’s most eligible bachelors and you still don’t have a regular dude?” I undid my belt, and felt defensive all of a sudden. “What can I say? I’m picky.” Scotty started clenching his butt cheeks regularly, making the ass muscle swell and knot with each clench. “Guess you’d be out of my league.” His tone was playful, teasing, but there was a seriousness, too. “Fuck no, Scotty. Other way around.” I pushed my briefs down and my hard cock popped up. Long, erect, eager to dip into territory it hadn’t dipped into in years. His body shook as I crawled on top of him, feeling the sensation of his ass crack hairs on my prick as I thrust it gently between his meaty buns. My lips attacked his powerful delts and thick neck. “Please, Matt,” he whispered. “Get inside me. Be inside me.” My horn dog of a Marine brother had already lubed himself and with a slow steady push, I entered him. “God, that’s so good,” Scotty moaned, his muscled body writhing beneath me as he got stuffed. “I can see why all those dudes are lining up have you bone them, bro.” I kissed his earlobe and fucked in. Hard, but not too hard. Loving, but not too loving. “And I can see why your lieutenant is crazy about you.” “Dude, bro, you’re hitting my spot.” “Like that?” I teased repeating my angle and the power of my thrust. I wasn’t sure how long I was gonna last, but at least Scotty seemed like he needed this fuck more than me even. “Again,” he groaned. Yeah, he was still Scotty and it was like when we were experimenting in my bedroom years ago. Only he was also Scott. Mature, a man, a marine. Knowing what he wanted and confident in that. “Again,” he yelled. “Please, sir, I need. I need my brother’s cock right there. Gonna fuck it out of me Matt, sir.” And like that, my not so little brother sprayed my sheets with his sperm while I quickened the pace to get my nut inside him. -- source link

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