a4f101: Something Old, Something New It was a great wedding, really. I was super happy for him, hono
a4f101: Something Old, Something New It was a great wedding, really. I was super happy for him, honored to stand by his side as his best man. I even liked his now-wife, who was kind of like the cool big sister I’d never had. But fuck, I was torn inside. It felt like an ending, my hot big brother now a married man, no longer the happy-go-lucky single stud he’d always been. No longer my go-to guy, my confidant, always right there when i needed a brother’s advice and guidance. I’d spilled some of that last night, after the big party, when all his frat brothers had long passed out or gone back to their own wives. Just him and me in the suite. Slowly, tenderly kissing, exploring each other’s bodies while we talked and made out, that sense of an ending looming over us both, it felt like. He’d never explicitly said that our unique, secret bond, this thing we’d been carrying on heatedly, lustily, joyously since my mid-teens, would be coming to an end. But come on, I saw the writing on the wall. Wanted to do the right thing, by him and Jasmine both. For now, though, we stripped each other out of our clothes one more time, the kisses long, deep, humid between us as we caressed each other’s naked, muscled bodies, like we were committing each inch of brother flesh to memory. “I really love you, Brody,” he’d moaned as he slowly pumped that big, thick cock of his up inside me, his eyes hot with lust and love, locked onto mine. “Really love you, baby bro. Fuckin’ beautiful kid…” Usually his deep, tender, intimate talk with me when we were together - even when we weren’t making love, even just the way he could whisper things quietly to me in even the most public situation, making the moment about us and us alone - drove me nuts for him, like I wasn’t already pretty head-over-heels for the handsome ex-jock. But last night, it had brought prickly tears to my eyes, and I’d had to quiet his gentle, loving, brotherly murmurs with my lips, my tongue. Couldn’t take it. We’d fallen asleep together, taking that last chance to enjoy the rare pleasure of it, and we were both startled when his buds had banged on the suite’s doors, bolting up out of bed. I’d really hoped for a quiet morning moment with him, but it wasn’t to be. We had to content ourselves with a deep, passionate makeout in the shower as we hurriedly cleaned up, and then we were both swept up in the wedding craziness. The occasional warm glance across a busy room, the subtle brush of his knuckles against mine as we took pictures, then just the scent of him as I stood by his side while he took his vows, trying to fight off the tears I wanted to let go. Surprisingly it was Jasmine who pulled me aside during the reception, glowing and blonde and beautiful, a big warm smile for me as she gently took my arm, walked me to a quiet part of the big farm. “I just wanted you to know, I know you and Brent are close,” she said warmly. “And I won’t ever get between you, OK? You’re so important to him, I wouldn’t dream of it. There’ll always be room for you two to be who you are together. I’m looking forward to having you be part of our lives, little brother.” That made me feel a lot better, but I wondered if she knew just how close and deep it went. Shit, no way. None of this would be happening if she did. But it was a moot point, because all that stuff was officially history, now. “Get your ass over here, bro!” I heard him yell as I headed back to the tent to score some more food. He and his frat brothers were smoking cigars by the bar, and as the hottest of the group, he stood out like a beacon. So I went to him, like I always did. Smiled at the guys as Brent’s big, muscular arm wrapped around my neck and he pressed a fat cigar of my own between my lips. His breath on my ear threatened to bone me up as he murmured in that certain way he had, low and deep and throaty and just for my ear. “I fucking love you, little man,” he said. “I hope Jaz talked to you. That you know, you and me, us, we’ll always have our thing, baby brother.” I looked at him, confused, but his smile and nod, the look in his eyes, told me that maybe his beautiful new bride understood a lot more about him and me than I’d thought. Which was… weird, embarrassing, kind of… but fuck, also exciting. Like… maybe this didn’t have to be the absolute end for him and me after all. “She’s a special woman,” he went on, quietly and intimately in my ear, his big hand squeezing my bicep with affection. “And you’re my special guy. I want you both in my life, OK, baby brother?” I nodded, met his smile with one of my own, fought down the urge to lay a hot, deep kiss on his sexy lips right then and there. The way he grinned told me he had similar ideas. “We’ll be back from the islands in a couple weeks, little stud,” he murmured heatedly in my ear. knowing how that got to me. “Then you and me are gonna catch up, like we always do, yeah?” All I could do was nod and smile again. Sure, what we’d had was ending, but damn, it felt like something new was beginning in its place. More stories like this at http://a4f101.tumblr.com/tagged/story+time -- source link
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