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Camping: Brothers Have Fun After Dad Goes to Bed

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This is a follow up of a story I wrote a few years back "Taking Care of my Brother"   My brother and I experimented together as teenagers then stopped only to revisit our escapades when we were in our early twenties. After another break of 5+ years, we've hooked up twice in this past year. This is the first of the 2 hook ups.


It was father's day weekend and my brother and I were meeting our Dad for a boy's night camping. Our parents had moved about 3 hours away in the past year and we didn't get to see him too often, so we decided to meet at a state forest about halfway between our homes. I was now 31, my brother 28 and about 5 or 6 years had passed since we last did anything sexual. He was engaged now and I sadly figured that our experiences together were over. Sometimes I would fantasize about being alone with him and asking for one last suck to remember. To really go out with a bang... I couldn't even specifically remember our last session together. We still saw each other fairly often, though we had long stopped living under the same roof, but his fiancee was usually there; and even when she wasn't there didn't seem to be any spark to lead to sexual activity. The camping trip was no different. We set up camp and fished til dark, then started dinner. As the fire cooked down we busted open a bottle of whiskey and made a round of strong cocktails. We joked and had music on a portable speaker as the steaks and green beans cooked. There's nothing like a day of fresh air and strong drinks to make food really taste good, and that night's dinner was no exception. After we ate we delved further into the whiskey and watched the flames as the Grateful Dead played into the wilderness. Before we knew it, it was nearly 2 in the morning and we all had a pleasant buzz from the whiskey. "I'm going to bed," my dad finally said, "see you boys in the morning." My brother and I said our goodnights and stayed up to listen to another song or two. As there wasn't much fire left, we both stood and huddled close to the fire to stay warm. We didn't speak, just listened to the music and began swaying to the music in the sort of formless, swaying dance that the Grateful Dead can inspire. As the music built in intensity I noticed that my brother's hand had slipped into his waistband. I assumed it was for warmth, as it was getting quite chilly, but then as I glanced again it was clear that he was gripping his package while he continued to dance. It's amazing how quickly the human mind can respond in these situations, adrenaline flooded my veins and my pulse quickened, memories of teenage experimentation washing over me, a distinct thickening in my crotch. Without even really thinking my hand drifted down and wriggled past my belt and into the humid environs of my boxer shorts. I slipped my fingers under my balls, my thumb atop my penis, and gave it a gentle squeeze as I continued swaying to the music. A few feet away, gentle waves seemed to be rippling across the front of my brother's jeans. We continued like this for a minute or two, not really acknoweldging each other or the situation, just enjoying the music and the buzz and the gentle pleasure emanating from our pants. Continuing to let my hormones do the thinking for me, I grasped my package again and lifted it over my waistband, leaving my dick to hang chubbily on my balls over my belt buckle. I really didn't think about it at all when I did it and had no real idea how my brother would react to being reintroduced to my penis. I didn't have to wonder for long, because as soon as my dick appeared he took two steps to the left and his hand was on it, squeezing my half-hard shaft between his fingers. Wow, I didn't really expect that... even when we were fooling around regularly my brother usually wasn't that enthusiastic about doing things to me, preferring to mostly receive pleasure. It felt fantastic and my cock quickly filled. I reached over to him and began to massage him through his jeans, loving the feeling of him hardening rapidly under the denim. "Can I suck you?" I whispered. He nodded. "We should probably move a little further away," I said with a glance over to the tent where our dad slept. Fortunately, his snores were audible over the music. We walked about 15 yards away, sheltered in a small copse of trees. My brother leaned back against one of them and I dropped to my knees in front of him. I couldn't believe this was happening now, so unexpectedly, and could hardly contain my lust. I undid his jeans and thrust them down to his knees. Unusually for him in summer, he was wearing underwear, his 7 inch dick tenting out into my face. I stuck the tip in my mouth and sucked down hard, trying to taste his cock through the fabric. His head tipped back and he sighed. I ripped the underwear down roughly, catching on the foreskin covered head of his cock and causing it to rapidly bob up and down. Wrapping my hand around the base I took a second to take in this close-up view of his beautiful dick. 7 inches long, a little bit skinny, and well covered by foreskin that just barely was winking open, revealing a glistening pearl of natural lubrication. I peeled back the skin, revealing his helmet, and dragged my tongue up the shaft, tickling his frenulum before slip sliding over his slick head, the taste of his salty-sweet precum on the tip of my tongue. "God, I've missed that cock," I hissed and then put the first few inches in my mouth. It just seemed to rest perfectly between my tongue and the roof of my mouth, as if it was made just for that purpose. I let it sit there for just a moment, savoring the feeling, then removed my fist and inched my way the rest of the way down til my nose was buried in his pubes. He moaned a little as I held it there, stationery in the back of my throat. I tickled his balls a little then reached around and grabbed his butt, pulling him as deep as his endowment allowed, savoring the tickling in my esophagus and my face being compressed into his crotch. I really had missed doing this and I couldn't help myself. I began bobbing up and down at a frantic pace, fluttering my tongue over any part of his dick it could reach. I pulled off for a second and stuck my tongue out before swallowing him whole, doing my best to bathe his balls while his head dripped precum down my throat. It was more than I could really take and I began to gag and choke and I had to spit out those glorious 7 inches, leaving his cock slimy with my spit. Thinking it was a shame to leave such a pretty penis such a mess, I put it back in my mouth and slowly worked my way down to the base. I paused a second, then turned the suction on, slurping on him as if I were trying to drink peanut butter through a straw. His breathing intensified and he began to rock his hips back and forth, tickling my soft palette with the first 4 or 5 inches. I kept the suction as tight as I could, feeling my lips go numb and cheeks ache as he continued to pump into me. It was getting harder and harder to keep it up, the pain in my cheeks intensifying as his out strokes pulled my lips away from my face. Just when I thought I would have to take a break he reached around and grabbed the back of my head plunging the full length of his steel penis into my waiting hole and exploding. Sometimes when a guy cums right into my throat, I don't even exactly taste it. It's another sensation altogether with his hot, thick, cum pooling beyond my tastebuds as I frantically try to swallow. It seems to block my sinuses and I can almost smell the bleachy, musty funk of his jizz in the back of my throat. This was one of those times, and I desperately worked to gulp down his full load as he held my face tight to his crotch. After a few seconds, his grip slackened and I slowly let his still dripping cock slide gently out of my mouth to rest on his saliva covered ball sack. I stood up and caught my breath, my dick still hanging out of the front of my pants. Surprisingly, he reached over and began to stroke me to return the favor. Typically, when I masturbate myself, I go a long time and it's tough to orgasm in anything less than 10 minutes; but this situation was anything but typical and it was more like 10 strokes before I sprayed shot after shot of thin, ropy cum all over his arm and the forest floor. We both looked down and burst out laughing, then thanked each other and went to bed.

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