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Sunday Afternoon
We spend ten minutes or so just lying in bed, leisurely letting our breathing slow and I can feel my heartbeat gradually returning to normal. We spend those ten minutes just lazily kissing and I run my hand up and down Sam’s side.
“I suppose we should get up.” I murmur without enthusiasm
“Well it is Sunday, the day of rest,” He moans
“Yes but if we don’t get up we’ll stay here all day having sex”
“Yeah” he says, sounding blissed out “That would be such a shame”
“You ok, Sammy?” I ask after a few more moments of silence.
“Oh yeah”
“Well I say we get up” this time I manage to put some authority into my voice. I kiss him one more time and, reluctantly slide out of the still warm bed.
The bed was the first thing we bought when we moved into the house and I remember the disapproving looks of the sales assistant when we both got on the bed and Sam spooned behind me. How Sam laughed, while I lay there feeling conspicuous and, freaked out. Saying that, it is the best bed we’ve ever had. Hotel and motel beds were pretty uncomfortable when we were kids and as adults I kind of like the comforts we can now afford.
“Breakfast?” I ask still trying to get him out of bed.
“You making?”
“Yep”
“Then yes please, I’ll have the usual.”
I sling on some pants and jeans, leaving me shirtless and sockless. I know that Sam likes to watch me and so I’m planning on giving him a parade! I turn swiftly as Sam throws on some old sweats and a t-shirt, depriving me of the outstanding view of his abs.
We traipse downstairs, me in front as usual. As we go down the stairs I make sure to stop suddenly causing him to collide with me. As I start to tilt forward his arms come around me and grasp me quickly, pulling me flush against his chest. I feel his already half hard cock pushing into the middle of my shoulder blades, it’s a weird place to feel it but I like the idea that he’s already excited about our lazy day. He realizes that I can feel his member in my back.
“Sorry” He says moving it away.
“No problem, just keep the feeling going for later”
I look up at him as he looks down at me, lustfully, on the step below him. Logically I know we are only about 3 inches different in height but him standing on that stair and the way he is looking at me makes me feel so small. It’s not really a feeling I dislike because I also feel wrapped up in the love he has for me and I am suddenly all warm inside and those butterflies I’ve had before when he looks at me start up again. His arms tighten and he lowers his head, I tilt my head back and push my mouth up to meet his lips, which are on their way down. His tongue pokes out and presses against my lips, asking for entry and I let him in. I feel his tongue tracing my teeth and as he gently pulls away he nibbles my lip, something he knows turns me on. We stand there kissing leisurely for a few seconds and I feel my heart start pounding in my ears, he always makes me feel so much. He pulls me tighter into him and runs one of his hands down my front cupping me gently. All the blood rushes towards my dick and I feel myself harden. Suddenly he releases me and taps my backside a couple of times.
“On you go, plenty of time for that later” he promises.
I snort playfully and carry on down the stairs.
I turn on the radio to the local rock station and it starts to blast out my favourite ‘Highway to Hell.’ I lower the volume, Sam may put up with a lot of shit from me but he’s always a bit grumpy in the morning – even after we’ve had a night of real wild kinky sex!
I turn around just as he reaches for the fridge door and bump into him.
“Ooops.” I say
He grins at me but continues to pull the door open. We spend the next couple of minutes moving around the room gathering our breakfast bits together. He always has some kind of protein, eggs, bacon or something on toast and a second cup of that hazelnut shit (if we have it), while I have toast and black coffee.
Routines, bizarrely I have come to love our routines. We make breakfast everyday and everyday we move unconsciously in sync. I wonder if this is something to do with the fact we are brothers, or that we are lovers or a mixture of both?
We sit at the table looking out at the brilliant sunshine that bathes the back yard and the silence is companionable. There are only the sounds of the radio, us blowing on the hot drinks and sipping the coffee interspersed with the smacks of lips as we chew the food.
Suddenly he says, out of the blue, “So shall we watch the game today?” it’s not really part of our routine and neither of us support any team with any fervor. Too many years hunting made it difficult to guarantee being in a particular place at a particular time to follow a team, but we tend to watch the bigger matches.
“Who’s playing?”
“Redskins versus Saints.”
“Yeah, Captain Kirk certainly has something” I smirk; knowing that Sam also thinks Kirk Cousins was kind of hot.
We spend the rest of the morning just lazing about, I spend my time cleaning the car and generally puttering about and Sam spends the whole morning reading the paper.
Later we settle down on the sofa to watch the game, I have chips and Coors; Sam has what he laughingly calls ‘healthy snacks’ but I don’t think the surgeon general would agree - lower fat chips and diet coke.
Soon the game starts and we sit there groaning when passes are missed and cheering the odd touchdown. Eventually the food plus the booze plus the heat of this beautiful summer day and the sound of the TV lulls me into sleep and I gently slide sideways onto Sam’s enormous body.
When I wake up it feels like seconds later, but the game has finished and there is some comedy show on. I look up from my position on Sam’s lap (how did I end up there?) and see that my lover is fast asleep too. I gaze lovingly up at his face, ‘God he’s so beautiful’ I think and almost immediately think ‘I am so lucky he is mine,’ and then finally ‘God I hope I didn’t say any of that out loud!’ I look at his peaceful body. I raise my arm and run it gently up his chest, laying it flat against him I feel the expansion when he breathes. I lay there for a few seconds feeling his heart beat against my palm.
We’ve been together for all of Sam’s life and I would die for him, yet since we became lovers my commitment to him has surpassed even my expectations and now I couldn’t live if he left me for someone else, not that I worry too much that that will happen, we have been ‘together’ together for years.
I marvel that he loves me, I know he does, he shows me with everything he does, little things like making me coffee in the morning, even though he’s hung over or cleaning my car once when I was so ill with pneumonia. He shows me how much when he makes love to me with such reverence or when he was willing to indulge my kinky side and we moved onto the more adventurous side of sex, bondage, punishment and spanking. I am always amazed, and sometimes a little bit scared, at how open he is to new experiences.
“You look like you’re deciding the fate of the world,” he says
I look up from his chest, which I’ve been staring at whilst I ruminate and see that his eyes are smiling and he looks amused.
“I love you.” I simply say.
“I know you do.” He replies the same way he always has since the first time I said it all those years ago.
He leans down and kisses me softly at first, then harder, slipping his tongue in as we both start to feel the blood pounding through our veins.
I push him back and push myself up; swiveling around I lay over his lap, my knees on either side of his legs and lower myself over his lap. Sam grunts but leans forward to kiss my neck again. I start to roll my hips around, knowing he likes this.
I slide my hand under his t-shirt and stroked his skin, which is already boiling hot. I feel his stomach ripple as he shivers in anticipation. I burrow my face into his neck between his head and shoulder as I continue to gently run my fingers over his well-defined abs. He giggles and snorts.
“Stop. Stop. It’s ticklish!”
I lean back and continue to rub my jeans clad ass over his, now, rock hard cock.
“God.” He gasps as I lean back and suckle on his neck. I know I’m leaving a bruise that people will see but I want people to know he’s taken and that he’s mine.
Sam squirms beneath me and I pull up slightly so I can reach down and undo his jeans and free his cock.
“That must be hurting by now?” I ask
“Oh God, yes!”
“Let me help you then.”
As I grasp his cock, already leaking pre-come I feel his whole body jerk, he gasps as I get off him and kneel on the floor between his legs.
“Lift up.” I instruct. He lifts his lower body and I pull his jeans and pants down to his ankles, leaving him looking weirdly exposed. I lean forward and nuzzle him, feeling his pubic hair tickle my face. Slowly I open my eyes and look up at him. His eyes are blown wide with desire as he gasps and twitches. I deliberately poke my tongue out and lick a broad swipe from the base to the tip of his cock, slowing at the head and licking around the ultra sensitive tip. He bucks up and almost pokes my eye out!
“Sorry.” He grunts snorting softly
“Calm down Sam, I’m getting to the good stuff. I just wanted to start with something slow.” I say as I lower my head again and take his rock hard cock into my mouth.
Being careful with my teeth I slide my mouth up and down, being careful to lick the slit at the top, which is so sensitive he keeps trying to buck up further into me. I put both my hands on either side of his hips to hold him into place. I’m starting to feel light-headed and can feel the blood pounding in my ears; this turns me on so much that I feel my cock is going to explode on its own.
I feel one of his hands tightly grip my hair as the other one slides down my face to feel his cock poke out my cheek. I know what he wants so I open my mouth and while his cock is still in my mouth he slips a couple of fingers in. He has always liked to feel his cock inside my mouth and the first time he did it, I must admit, I was a bit freaked out by it.
We’ve never discussed this and every time he does it I wonder why? I mean I know he gets off on it I just don’t get why.
I continue to suckle his cock, my head bobbing up quicker and quicker. His fingers inside my mouth mean I cannot completely close my mouth and it makes me drool all over his hand, my chin and his pubes but he’s never minded that so I just keep on going. He’s panting and gasping, “Oh God!” again and again, so I know he’s enjoying himself!
“Dean…. I’m gonna…” he pants as his spare hand tightens on my hair and he tries to pull me off but I’m enjoying this so much I want to continue.
A minute later I feel the first spurt of hot liquid hitting the back of my mouth. He convulses and my hands are unable to stop a couple of unconscious jerks upward that make me gag. I feel tears prick my eyes and know he will see them. He continues to come in big bursts, which dribble out of my mouth and onto his groin.
“Oh God. I’m sorry.” He says, pulling his fingers out of my mouth as I lean back to settle on my knees, wiping my face.
“Well, I think someone needs punishing for that.” I whisper.