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I AM JOE’S BRAIN….COMPLETE LINKS, #s 1 - 28A
28A: I AM JOE’S DICK BEING JACK’S DICK
27B: THAT FUCKING OUROBOROS, Part 2
27A: THAT FUCKING OUROBOROS, Part 1
2: MEETING JOHN’S DICK
3: BROS WITH BENEFITS
4: I AM JOHN’S BONER IN THE WINDOW
5: I AM JOHN’S DESPAIRING LAB RAT
6: I AM JOE’S JOCK STRAP…’INTO YOU? WHO ME?’
7: I AM JOE’S DICK…JUST TESTING
8: ‘THE NEXT THING TO HAPPEN SHOULD BE A BLOW JOB’
9: I AM JOHN’S DICK…PLAYING A ROLE
10: I AM JOE’S SWEET PEACH OF AN ASS
11: I AM JOE’S ASS…S.O.S TO JACK’S DICK
12: I AM JOE’S DICK…0PENING MOVES
13: I AM JOHN’S COCK…SHOPPING AT MACY’S
14A: ‘YOU COMPLETE ME’
14B: COCK ROCKET FUCKING SCIENCE
14C: SOME SICK FUCKING MOJO
15A: I AM JACK’S BRAIN…AT WORK
15B: I AM JACK’S DICK…THINKING
16A: I AM JACK’S DICK…ON EDGE
16B: I AM JACK’ S DICK…JUST FOLLOWING THE RULES
16C: I AM JACK’ S DICK…TWISTING IN THE WIND
17A: I AM JOE’S BROKEN DICK
17B: I AM JOE’S DICK…JUST TOYING WITH JACK’S COCK
17C: I AM JOE’S DICK…INTO THE WILD
18A: I AM JOE’S DICK…ON TRUTH SERUM
18B: I AM JACK’S DICK…WITH A GREAT IDEA
18C: I AM JOE’S BRAIN…MAKING PLANS
19A: I AM JACK’S DICK…SENDING MALE MAIL
19B: I AM JOE’S DICK …BUYING DILDOS AND MAKING DECISIONS
20A: I AM JOHN’S KNOB IN JOE’S HOLE
20B: I AM JOHN’S DICK…MEASURING UP
21A: I AM JOE’S DICK…MEETING THE INCUBUS
21B: I AM JOE’S DICK…NOT FUCKING ANYBODY YET
21C: I AM ANDREW’S DICK…BLINDED BY THE DARK
22A: THE FUCK ITSELF, Part 1
22B: THE FUCK ITSELF, Part 2
22C: THE FUCK ITSELF, Part 3
23A: I AM JOE’S DICK…FLYING SOUTH
23B: I AM JACK’S BALLS…FULL OF SEMEN
23C: I AM JACK’S DICK…THE WICKED FINE PRINT
24A: MY BROTHER’S KEEPER, Part 1
24B: MY BROTHER’S KEEPER, Part 2
24C: MY BROTHER’S KEEPER, Part 3
25A: FUCKING MY BROTHER’S KEEPER
25B: I AM TWIN DICKS…COMPLETED AND COMPLETELY SPENT
26A: I AM JOE’S DICK…COCK ON THE BRAIN
26B: I AM JACK’S DICK… MIS•UNDERESTIMATING THE MAGIC
27A: THAT FUCKING OUROBOROS, Part 1
27B: THAT FUCKING OUROBOROS, Part 2
28A: I AM JOE’S DICK BEING JACK’S DICK
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28A: I AM JOE’S DICK BEING JACK’S DICK
Notes from A: I AM JOE’S DICK BEING JACK’S DICK”
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28A: I AM JOE’S DICK BEING JACK’S DICK
“My candle burns at both ends
It will not last the night
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends -
It gives a lovely light!’
Edna St. Vincent Millay
I felt Jack’s cock moving side to side as it went out and in, deeper, deeper than I’d felt him before. I concentrated on the feel of Jack’s dick, pushing back against him in rhythm, hoping to again feel that momentary role reversal. ‘I am Jack’s dick,’ ‘I am Jack’s dick,’ I thought, over and over again, ‘I am being Jack’s dick.’
"You smell like mud, shit, cum and sweat," Jack accurately observed. "Shower? I’ll scrub your back if you’ll scrub mine."
"Especially my ass?" I asked, laughing.
"My home away from home," he replied. "Water first, then more coffee, then shower, then you show me how hard you can fuck me."
"Deal," I said. "Hey, what time do you think we ought to leave here?"
"For sure, not until after you fuck me again," Jack said, "and it doesn’t matter to me if we do anything else but fuck today - haircuts, super-duper double TFI with a backflip, none of that crap matters to me, Joe. By the way, who was that dead guy you mentioned, Mr. Kurtz?"
"Jesus Christ," I said in mock exasperation, "if I read ‘Heart of Darkness’ in high school, how did you manage to skip it?"
"I probably had the Cliff Notes," Jack said.
"Megalomaniac ivory trader in Belgian Congo, sets up his own fiefdom in the remote jungle where the natives worship him? Marlow journeys for months up the river to meet him? ‘The horror, the horror’…any of that sound familiar?"
"Except for the Congo part and ivory traders, it kind of reminds me of ‘Apocalypse Now,’" Jack said, smiling wryly.
"Fuck off," I said, laughing. "All I meant by ‘Mistah Kurtz - he dead,’ was that Scott’s going to get what he deserves. But the problem is, Jack, is that he’s not…and it pisses me off…this little game we planned for tonight, even with the flipper added, doesn’t come close. It’s pathetic, really." I was vacillating again on whether and how much to sting Scott at the birthday party that night.
"On top of that," I added, thinking of the Incubus and his cohort, "it involves using male mail for the purpose of blackmail, something I’m not very comfortable doing at the moment. But the real problem is it just doesn’t come close to balancing the scales."
"No, there’s no way to make it even," Jack said as we got into the shower. "Tell me about the flipper, though, I haven’t heard that part yet."
"Okay…in part 2, you - ‘Joe’ gets Scott in a compromised position by threatening to tell what he did to Jack - I’m thinking I take a photo of him with his face buried in your ass - the ‘flip’ is that we then threaten to publicly post the pic, maybe the male mail of his BF from part 1, unless he signs a written apology to you. More than an apology, a confession. But…so what, right?"
"Right…I mean, you’re right," Jack said, "I’m not going to the cops about something that happened eight years ago with an extorted confession…but…but what if the confession identifies the other two guys…and skews the story to make it sound like it was all their idea, they went first - not that that matters - they threatened you, etc. Then we send copies of Scott’s bogus confession to the other two perps…who beat the shit out of him."
"Better," I said, "but either one of us could beat the shit out of him just as easily, and enjoy it a helluva lot more. It’s a whole lot of trouble, and doing some pretty nasty shit, too, just to hope those guys react the way we want them to…and we don’t know anything about how they’d react. I’d rather just rearrange Scott’s broken nose myself."
"Yep, it’s a decent plan for garden variety fucking with someone, but it’s comparatively small potatoes," Jack said as he began scrubbing my back with Dr. Bronner’s peppermint soap. "Let’s get the haircuts, just in case some opportunity for good-natured mischief comes up, but I say we forget the whole thing tonight. I’m fucking done with Scott and I don’t want to go back to where he matters enough to plot revenge."
"Yeah, that’s what I thought last night, until I heard what he did," I said, "but I know you’re right. I’d rather spend the time with you than waste any time, let alone semen, on Scott or his faggot BF."
Jack’s hand was between my ass cheeks, lathering my overused butthole. I was enjoying Jack’s deft, tingly touch. “Hey Jack, how does my hole feel…I mean…not how it feels now,” I laughed, “but, like, can you tell when you’re fucking me that…um…you know—”
Jack slipped two fingers fairly easily into my anus. “Well…now that I’ve fucked you four times in, oh, the past twelve hours or so, initial penetration is definitely easier, but you’re still a good tight fuck. If you’re wondering if John will be able to tell what a butt-slut you’ve turned into, the answer is he won’t. And I may fuck you in front of him before he gets back in there.”
"Speaking of butt-sluts, how many guys have fucked you in the ass?" I asked him as I started scrubbing his back.
"Ever?" he asked, "I’d have to think about that…a lot, though. Don’t worry, I’m way ahead of you."
"This semester then?" I asked.
"Hmm…let me think," he said, pretending to count fingers on both hands, "that’s right… Not counting professors…two, including you."
"Counting the professors?" I insisted.
Jack laughed, “Still just the two, you and a ‘straight’ law student I met in my yoga class. We spent some time together in late September, early October. He did fuck me more than once, you understand. Dude’s name is Rick,” Jack said.
"I guess I thought you were being more… promiscuous," I said as I slipped a soapy finger inside him. Then two fingers.
"Nice…" Jack said, responding to my touch. "Oh, I’ve been plenty promiscuous in the past, not so much the last 18 months, though."
"Did you like Rick, I mean, was it a serious thing?" I asked
"Oh, no," Jack replied, "Good guy to hang with, but not like you mean. He was all hung up on being straight, which I get. Problem was, to him that meant he could fuck me in the ass, but he wasn’t taking my cock. I let him fuck me a few times to see if he’d come around to the joys of versatility. He wouldn’t, and I wasn’t interested in just being his pin cushion. No hard feelings either way."
Jack and I finished up in the shower and started drying each other off. “I’m curious how many times you’d let a guy fuck you in the ass while you’re waiting to see if he comes around and bends over for you,” I said, as I rubbed his junk vigorously with the towel.
"Well, it doesn’t look like you’re not going to have to worry about that with Tex," Jack said. "But I don’t have a hard and fast rule, it just depends…like if Rick had fucked like you fucked me last night, he could’ve had a pretty good run. But he didn’t - don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed it, I mean, I like a cock up my ass as much as the next guy - it just wasn’t very special. Three or four times was more than enough to know that if I wasn’t fucking him, too, I wasn’t going to be satisfied by him.
"Funny story, well, not that funny, but mildly humorous - and maybe my best pick up line ever - Rick and I grabbed some beers one night after yoga and I asked him, ‘So, Rick, have you figured out how to suck your own dick yet?’ He nearly fell off his bar stool. ‘Are they going to teach that in this class?’ he asked. ‘Not exactly, but they’ve already shown us everything we need to know, just a matter of putting it together.’
"Then he asked me if I had put it all together yet. When I told him yes, he couldn’t get out of that bar with me fast enough. Took him back to my place for the ostensible purpose of showing him how to really put his yoga to work for him. Besides being a nice guy, I liked his ass from yoga, and I was thinking about trying to fuck him. As it turned out, I barely ever tried.
"I think that night he really just wanted to watch me blow myself, but I insisted that he get undressed and follow along, at least try to do it himself, you know. But he really didn’t want to drop his pants. Then I told him, ‘Uh, Rick, no possible way for you to suck your own cock unless you’re hard.’
"He didn’t move, so I said, "Look, you want me to give you a hand with that? I’m pretty good at getting guys hard, and I’m even better at making them soft again.’ It looked like his eyes might pop out of his head. I really don’t think he had come home with me thinking of me as a potential sex partner and suddenly there I was, his yoga tutor, rubbing his cock through his pants, kissing his neck.
"He didn’t resist, but he didn’t..um… participate in any way either. He got pretty hard pretty quick, though, and then I unzipped him, undressed him, and started stroking him. And he blew his load all over my hand in about 15 seconds. So Rick got his wish…he got to watch me suck myself off. He got himself hard again and jacked off while I was doing my parlor trick."
"Did you cum in your own mouth?" I asked, fascinated.
"I did," Jack said proudly. "That was only the second time I had actually gotten myself off with my mouth. The first time it was kind of a surprise, you know, but obviously it wasn’t at all like it had been with Scott and his friends. That was really why I started trying to suck myself off, because I thought I could do it, and I figured I’d rather have my own dick in my mouth first, before seeing if I could do it with another guy.
"By then I had decided I was going to blow you the next time we saw each other, but I had to be sure I could actually do it before we hooked up again. Just bad timing that I wasn’t able to meet you at Ole Miss at the end of October, I probably would have surprised you with a blowjob then. And, of course, I hoped you still wanted to blow me. When I couldn’t go to Oxford I thought, ‘No big deal, I’ll just surprise Joe at Thanksgiving’ - but you surprised me by not coming home then. And you were getting pretty serious with Tex by Thanksgiving, which made me think I might’ve just missed the boat."
"Fuck, Jack," I said, "you sure were keeping a lot of secrets. If I’d known any of that, I’d have been in New Orleans so fast your head would’ve spun."
"I know," he said, "but I didn’t want it to be like that - I still had my deadline for being done with boys, and I didn’t want you to start thinking we were going to be a couple or anything like that. But then out of the blue, you started trying to get me to fuck you…and, you know, I…um…began to reconsider the whole deal between us. Not that there should be a long term deal between us, but since we could never be a real ‘couple,’ not partners, Joe, that we ought to have something…this…so later we’d always remember what we were missing—"
"You’re going to make me cry again," I sniffed, "does it really have to be only ‘this’ Jack?"
"Joe, what else can it be? I don’t know how big ‘this’ is going to be, how long we can let our candle burn, but for sure it’s going to burn a lot longer than I first planned. You know, I told you at the beginning of the month that my ‘boundaries’ were always drawn to keep me in, not to keep you out. Because I knew if I ever let myself out…I couldn’t, or wouldn’t, stop."
Fat tears were rolling down both of our faces as we held, clung to, each other on the bed. “I know, Jack, I really do,” I said. “We can worry about when this ends, how this ends, later. I’m not saying we should ignore the question, but we don’t have to answer it today.” I didn’t want it to ever end, even if I knew it would have to. I was hoping we might put the unhappy subject of endings off for months and months.
"Right," Jack said, changing the subject, "I was talking about how I learned to suck my own cock, and I can teach you, too. You’ll be blowing yourself in no time. It’s really all just a question of being limber enough, a lot of practice, and then once you finally get your own dick in your mouth, being able to hold your position long enough to give yourself a blowjob."
"Oh, is that ALL there is to it?" I asked.
"Yep," Jack said. "I’ll show you how to do it, but I think my field fuck really took my cock out of the game for a little while."
"Gosh, Jack, after busting your nut three times since you waked up a couple of hours ago, I can’t believe you can’t blow another load right this minute." I said. I squeezed his soft equipment then, without noticeable affect. "Hmm, you really might have used your dick up…what’s your limit?"
Jack laughed. “You’ve been pretty sporty yourself, bro. This is completely uncharted territory for me, had no idea fucking like this was possible…and…well…I’m a pretty good fucker.”
"You are that," I said. "I’d say unquenchable desire accounts for my…sportiness…just speaking for myself."
"Ditto, and don’t be acting like my desire’s quenchable, I’m the guy who just tackled you in a field, stripped off your clothes and fucked you on all fours," Jack said, "and is now waiting patiently for you to return the favor."
"Good point," I agreed, "but patience has its own reward. I know you remember when I fucked Lacy…fucked her very well, according to her—"
"And according to her screams of pleasure,’ Jack interjected, "although you kept me locked in a closet for like two hours, so I can’t really say."
"At the risk of giving you undue credit," I said, "I was you then, the whole time, from the minute you sucked my cock until you whispered ‘I love you,’ in her ear."
"Maybe until the moment just before YOU whispered ‘I love you,’ in her ear," Jack said.
"Whatever. My point is I can’t describe very well how you fucked me to perfection earlier—"
"Which time?" Jack asked, laughing.
"True," I said, "Two times, when you fucked me until dawn and said we’d be damn lucky to experience that kind of sex again, and then this morning, the first ouroboros. Anyway, I may not be able to describe exactly what you do with your hips and cock, but I’m pretty sure I can do it, at least approximate it."
"Then do it now," Jack said. "I’d love to know what that feels like on the inside."
"You’re about find out, but first things first," I said, "and the first thing is to eat your sweet ass."
"I owe you an ass sucking," Jack said, "for having been such a slow runner…so we could kill those two birds with one stone."
"69 is my favorite number," I said as I moved into an accommodating position, "so get off of your ass." A minute or so later our tongues entered each other’s assholes at the same moment, not from magic or luck but from planning and communication. I rimmed Jack like he had rimmed me in the shower that morning, so that as his rolled tongue was pushing into my hole, my rolled tongue was penetrating him, deeper than I thought a tongue could go, and as he lapped my ass from the inside out, I likewise lapped him from the inside out. The only difference was that when Jack’s mouth moved on to my cock and balls, I continued eating his ass with the intent of imparting to him the same impression I had felt that morning, that I was being fucked by a big tongue.
Jack moaned and rolled away from my rigid cock, saying “Bro, you gotta fuck me right now…bareback.” When I turned around and started lubing my cock and his a•hole, Jack said, “And shoot your load inside me.” I arranged a pillow under Jack’s ass on the bed and, as he pulled his feet back almost to his ears, I entered him exactly as he had entered me in our pre-dawn fuck, pushing straight in, all seven inches, sliding into Jack perfectly, tight but easy, all the way in, balls deep. And when I could push in no further I looked into Jack’s eyes and saw them filled with awe and wonder. I felt the same connection with him as I had when I had been on the receiving end of his most perfect fuck, and I knew he felt it, too.
I began to rock slowly and rhythmically on top of him as my cock slid out and back in, out and back in, always returning to the deepest point I could reach. I summoned the locked-away image I had saved the third time Jack had fucked me in the ass, when I had “become” Jack fucking me for an instant, and I unlocked it. And then I was fucking Jack as if I were Jack, slightly rolling my pelvis and rotating my cock, moving it from side to side at the same time I thrust in and out of him, harder, faster, deeper.
Jack recognized himself in what I was doing, saying, “oh fuck man…you’re doin’ me,” and he responded the same way I had, gasping and crying out, pleading for more, always more, always harder and faster. To my surprise, Jack’s dick got hard and I grabbed hold of it. He laughed and said, “you’re not gonna…believe this…but I think…I can get off…again.”
I completely lost myself in Jack’s eyes and ass, varying my speed and movement, but I had no sense of time. I know that when we changed positions so that Jack was on his hands and knees, as I had been out in the field a little earlier, we were both panting and completely drenched in sweat. After I turned Jack over to fuck him from behind, I kept fucking him like Jack would’ve fucked himself if he could have. I was also nearly done and I felt a kind of blurriness in the lines marking where one person ended and the other began, thinking the whole time ‘I am being Jack’s dick.’
When I flipped Jack over, I had had virtually no experience as a top - and I wasn’t really sure what I was doing or why. I had fucked Andrew hurriedly twice in the library and Jack the night before, but I hadn’t fucked either of them dog-style. I liked, and still like, face-to-face, but I found out immediately that, at least for me, fucking a guy in the ass works best from behind. I could and did fuck Jack deeper entering him from the rear, I had a better grip and leverage, it was comfortable, and I had a straight shot in. And I loved the way my balls slapped against his ass in that position. No surprise that when I was topping doggie style became my favorite position.
That preference of position likely derived from the fact that I fit perfectly into Jack’s ass with him on all fours, and on his hands and knees he could push back with his ass all the harder - that plus the fact that I absolutely hammered him that day. I like to reacharound too, and when I reached around and stroked Jack’s cock while I was hammering his ass from behind, even more confused by that point as to who was fucking whom, Jack came very quickly, shooting cum all over the comforter on our parents’ bed.
Had I realized how precariously close to orgasm Jack was then I would’ve delayed tugging on his cock until I was closer to coming myself, but I didn’t, so after he busted a nut I kept hammering his ass. My orgasm kind of snuck up on me, one minute I’m thinking ‘hey, cool, I can fuck like this forever,’ and the next I was pumping cum deep into Jack’s ass, with precious little warning in between.
When I came it was explosive and staggering, and Jack cried out like he was the one having my orgasm. And maybe in some way he was, because by the time my semen was blasting into Jack’s rectum, I was also ‘feeling’ his cock exploding in me and wondering whether he and I had somehow merged into a single organism, that we were simply two sides of the same coin.
"Best. Fuck. Ever," an exhausted Jack said. I was still lying spent and sweating on top of Jack, he and I both panting, when he added in a barely audible whisper, "Our candle burns at both ends…"
"We have to make it last the night," I whispered back to him.
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27B: THAT FUCKING OUROBOROS, Part 2
Neither of us could articulate exactly what Jack did with his pelvis and cock that made getting fucked by him such a singular experience, but I had an idea that I could summon that locked-away memory and fuck him exactly the same way he had fucked me.
"I’m going to want to practice fucking your sweet peach of an ass before we leave the cabin this afternoon," I said.
"By all means," Jack said. "Before or after I suck my own cock…for you?"
"How about during?" I asked.
"Last one back sucks ass!" Jack yelled and took off running down the back of the dam. ‘Shit!’ I thought, ‘not what I want to do right now.’ But I was off and running after Jack. "Speed kills!" I yelled as I charged down the dam and into the woods. Running was my thing, the one sport or physical activity in which I had consistently topped Jack during high school, especially in distance runs, and I was still an avid runner. I would be damned if I’d let him beat me in a cross-country race back to the cabin, to hell with his head start. I figured "the course" was roughly a mile and a half, give or take a couple of tenths, with two big hills to climb and one to go around. The distance was short enough to require a barely controlled sprint in order to win but long enough to make it a difficult run at speed.
I had closed the gap between us by the time we came down to the stream and I splashed through the shallow cold water rather than follow Jack onto the narrow footbridge, soaking my shoes and jeans to the knees, then took the lead by cutting diagonally up the opposite stream bank just ahead of Jack. As I crested the low ridge I felt a hand on the waistband of my jeans pulling me down, but I made sure Jack came down with me, and I was up and sprinting across the meadow before him. “Fucker!” I heard him yell at my back.
Jack kept it respectable, but I killed it on the hills and he never really stood a chance once I broke away from him in the meadow. I charged up the last hill and across the clearing to the cabin, and slapped the door with my hand. I peeled off my jacket and shirt as I jogged back to meet Jack in the middle of the clearing. “Woo hoo!” I shouted as I met Jack and took his high-five as we passed each other.
"Fuck, bro," he panted as we walked back to meet, "you’ve been practicing just a little." He was out of his jacket and shirt, too, as we met, hot and sweaty, and I picked him up and twirled him around - before I admitted how gassed I was. "Dude, the only thing that kept me going was looking at your ass pulling farther and farther away," Jack said.
We lay down in the clearing, side by side, looking up at the clear blue sky as our breathing modulated. “That was a fucking run,” I said as Jack’s hand came to rest on my belly. I felt his fingers plucking gently at the hairs of my treasure trail, then a couple of fingers tickling one of my nipples. I rolled over in the grass to face him and his mouth opened to meet mine. Jack’s fingers fumbled with the button on my jeans and then I felt his hand slide down my pants through my pubic hair and over my cock, his fingers closing around my balls.
"Your dick’s cold," Jack observed, as his fingers massaged some warmth back into my junk.
"And yours isn’t?" I asked laughing.
"We’ll see," Jack said and rolled back over on top of me, his sweaty pecs pressed against mine, his wet abs sliding across mine, his mouth locking on mine. I ran my fingers through his sweat-dampened hair and tasted the saltiness of his neck. I could smell the loamy soil, the decaying leaves and withering grass. Jack smelled like the land itself, with the added tang of sweat and sex. I breathed him in deeply and felt the warmth of blood flowing into my cock.
"You lost a bet," I murmured, "something about sucking ass."
I could feel Jack’s hard dick through his jeans grinding on my junk, and I suddenly realized where this might be headed. I laughed then, not at the improbability - not any longer - of my brother fucking me in the ass in the middle of a clearing on a wooded hilltop one fine December morning, but at the improbability of my not having seen this one coming.
"Jack…tell the truth…are you trying to fuck me?" I asked.
"Yep," he answered, as he unzipped my jeans the rest of the way.
"Why?" I asked, smiling and reaching for Jack’s zipper. I manipulated Jack’s thick hard cock out of his jeans and stroked him lightly. Jesus, but he was stiff.
"Fuck, I dunno, something in the air today…and because…I can’t not," he mumbled.
"You wanna go inside?" I asked.
"Nope," he said, "I’m afraid this isn’t going to take very long…you mind a quickie in the field?"
"Nope," I replied, "and here is good."
Actually, “here” appeared to me to be the exact same spot where Jack had tackled me the night before and I had hopefully croaked out my first words to Jack, ‘are we going to fuck in the yard?’ I kicked off my wet cross-trainers and Jack pulled my jeans off and tossed them aside. He pulled a condom out of his pocket and held it up, laughing, for my inspection before discarding his own jeans. His cock was rigid.
"You sly devil…you planned all along to fuck me out here?" I asked.
"Let’s just say I’m always prepared," he said. Jack leaned over and swallowed my fat semi, sucking it until I was hard. Then he tore open the condom packaging.
"Let me," I said, taking the condom from him and rolling it down his thick cock. "Never harder…really amazing." I spit into my hand a couple of times and smeared it over his cock. "How do you want me?"
"I think hands and knees would be best out here…head down, ass up…OK with you?"
"New position for me…well, kind of…John fucked me from behind the last time, but I was on my side," I said as I assumed the doggie-style position. "It was a good position for me."
"Really, the feel’s about the same," Jack observed, "but I don’t think you want to be lying on the cold ground." I felt Jack’s hand spreading my butt cheeks, and a glob of saliva plopped down on my upraised brown eye, then another. Jack’s finger lubed my a•hole, and then I felt his hands on my hips as his cock pushed slowly into me.
"Oh, fuck yeah," I gasped, "keep going…oh fuck Jack…oh God…" I know a huge piece of my reaction to being fucked in the ass by Jack was mental or emotional - but every single time he plugged into me I felt so totally plugged into him, sublimely hard-wired to Jack. And bare-ass out in the ‘yard’ on my hands and knees with Jack’s cock fully plugged into my anal canal, and me basically howling with every powerful thrust, was better than I would’ve ever thought possible.
Jack’s right hand reached around and found my hard cock and I moaned at how sensitive I was to his touch. “A gentleman…always…reaches around,” I grunted through gritted teeth as Jack’s low hangers slapped hard against my ass.
"Great line," Jack said between long, deep thrusts into my ass, "I can use that…"
"Careful…with my dick…I’m saving…that load…for your ass…" Jack’s grip on my cock relaxed a little and I felt his cock moving side to side as it went out and in, deeper, deeper than I’d felt him before. I concentrated on the feel of Jack’s dick, pushing back against him in rhythm, hoping to again feel that momentary role reversal. ‘I am Jack’s dick,’ ‘I am Jack’s dick,’ I thought, over and over again, ‘I am being Jack’s dick,’ but I wasn’t able to force that feeling of transcendence.
"Show me…how hard you…can fuck…me," I spat out in staccato bursts between cock-thrusts that rocked me on the ground. "Oh fuck…this is so…good…" I either said or thought as Jack filled me up repeatedly, hard and fast, his balls slapping against my ass. Despite the chill I was sweating profusely and Jack was, too. He was fucking me with purpose, that was for sure, and I imagined every muscle and sinew in his body straining against me, the veins bulging in his neck as he pounded my ass. Dear God, he felt good in me.
"Holy fuck…Holy fuck!" Jack shouted suddenly as he plowed into my ass, "Oh shit, fuck me, fuck me!" he yelled as he grasped my shoulders with both hands and plunged all the way in, his cock swelling against the walls of my rectum just before he staggered and spasmed again and again, still driving his ejaculating cock into me. And I saw ‘fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars’ spread out against the inside of my eyelids. ‘I am Jack’s dick,’ I thought as Jack and I collapsed in a sweaty heap.
After a couple of minutes, I felt Jack slowly withdrawing his dick, inch by inch, from somewhere deep inside me, and then he rolled off of me onto his back, holding the condom tight at the base of his still erect penis. I took the condom by its ridged lip and pulled it off Jack’s cock, thinking I’d never seen more cum in a rubber before. Just as I was about to tie a knot it, I thought better of it, thought ‘what the fuck,’ pinched the reservoir end between my thumb and index finger, turned it up and poured the contents into my mouth, swallowing all of that good DNA. Then I pounced on Jack’s very sensitive dick, causing him to jump, as I began sucking the last of his jizz out of his cock. I felt every bit as spent as Jack’s overworked dick.
"Bro, that was some sick fucking mojo," Jack said excitedly. "Oh my God, right at the end…Boom!…for a second it was me on my hands and knees, taking ‘your’ cock up my ass when I blew that huge load…I swear to God it was like I was fucking myself in the ass…I felt ‘your’ cock hammering my ass, at the same time I’m having the best orgasm…ever."
"Fucking magic," I said, then added, "but if it was your ass getting jack-hammered, why is it that I’m the one about to shit myself?" I calculated the relative distances to the cabin and the nearest tree line. There wasn’t any question about which way I had to go, and I was up and sprinting to the woods. A minute or so later, while I was squatting just beyond the edge of the clearing evacuating my bowels, I saw Jack running straight towards me, his fat cock flopping.
"Go away!" I yelled, trying to wave him off. "Get out of here!" But Jack would not be deterred, and he trotted right up next to me. "Jack, please don’t do this," I said to no avail as my twin squatted close enough to me to steady himself by putting a hand on my shoulder.
"I’ll be damned if getting fucked in the ass doesn’t give me the runs," Jack said as he began to move his bowels within an arm’s distance from me, to my great embarrassment.
"Jack, goddamn you," I sighed, "and you didn’t just get fucked in the ass."
"Bro, I felt it just the same. Plus, I told you blowing mud and fucking are both just bodily functions, no need to get all worked up about either one…besides I’m basically living in your ass right now anyway, so don’t go all shy on me…hey, hand me some of those leaves, wouldja?" Jack said, winking at me.
"You’re disgusting," I said, "and it smells like shit over here."
As we walked back to gather up our clothes, which were strewn all across the clearing, Jack put his arm around my shoulders and said, “Don’t get me wrong, Joe, it’s not sexual, but there’s nothing more intimate than taking a shit with your brother, short of having his cock up your butt.” And he kissed me on the cheek.
"God, but you are a romantic brother fucker," I said, laughing, as I bent down to pick up my wet shoes and jeans. We collected our clothes, and I threw mine into the ‘suitcase’ that was the back of my Jeep. I hoped I had another pair of running shoes for later. "So you had some of that sick fucking ouroboros mojo up your ass? Incredible, huh?" I asked Jack. After all, after you squat in the woods with your bro, you can pretty much say anything to him.
"Big time voodoo," Jack said. "Felt just like you were pounding your cock in my ass while I was pounding yours and popping my cork. If that’s what a sandwich fuck feels like, I’ve got dibs on the middle…only I want you on both ends."
"Why is it that you’ve fucked me four times as many times as I’ve fucked you?" I asked, slapping Jack’s beautiful blond hairy ass.
"Simple," Jack answered, "because you spend four times as much time analyzing and worrying about shit as I do, and I spend all that extra time fucking." Then he clapped his hand on my shoulder and said, "Plus, you smell like mud, shit, cum and sweat. Shower? I’ll scrub your back if you’ll scrub mine."
"Including my ass?" I laughed.
"My home away from home," Jack replied. "Water first, then more coffee, then shower, then you show me how hard you can fuck me."
I thought, ‘This has been the best twelve hours of my life.’
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