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Subject: Brad – Chapter Three This work is copyrighted by the author the author and commercial use is prohibited without permission in writing from the author. Personal or private copies are permitted only if they are complete and include the copyright notice. Placing this story on a website or reproducing this story for distribution without the author’s permission is a violation of that copyright. This is a story of a young male’s relationship with an older male. It will contain some sexual scenes, but it is not totally about sex. The series of chapters are completely fictional and are the result of the author’s fertile imagination. Any resemblance to any real person(s) is purely coincidental. The story contains consensual sexual behavior between a young male and an older male. It depicts unprotected sex and protected sex practices are the way to go if you plan to be around for years to come. May the flies of a thousand camels infest your armpits for no succumbing to the passions of your fertile imagination! If you are underage (below 18) or object to the subject matter, leave now as the door that let you in will also let you out. Also, don’t forget if this story or series of stories make you quake in your shorts, donate! fty/donate.html Keep this great venue of erotica free and on-line! From Chapter Two: …I could easily pick out Brad, and he stared right at me, like he knew where I was. As I watched, he pulled his shorts down a little, just enough to show the white compression shorts he was wearing, my favorites. He smiled, and got another cup of water, turned back to me and poured it on himself, across his chest, soaking himself. I sat there, my prick stiffening, and seeing the water soak him, and his shorts, even running down one leg. I just sat there with my mouth open, a host of flies could have flown in and I wouldn’t have known. ————————————— I sat there just aghast, he saw me and where I was seated and knew I was there. He put his pads back on and went back to skirmish. I was just shocked, stunned, and felt light-headed. The rest of the team practiced hard, I watched as they bashed against each other and watching some of their shorts having dark stains of sweat in the heat. Finally, the coach blew his whistle, signaling the end of practice and they all huddled up and took a knee. Looking over I saw mom pull up in an older Chevy truck, not her normal SUV. I grabbed my things and ran over to her, “What is this?” I said as I looked at the blue Chevy extended cab, there was a little rust on it, and it had a single bench seat. “This is the secret I told you about, it’s ready, tagged titled and licensed. Now Brad can drive you to school, and home from practice without making my SUV smell like a locker room.” She said smiling. “Joan is going to pick me up and we’re working the same late shift, so she’ll bring me home after work. Brad’s taking you home in this!” She beamed as she gathered her bag and purse and hoped out, heading towards another car with a woman in it parked a couple spaces away. “Make sure that Brad is safe with you in the car!” She shouted and off they went. I got in and slid over to the passenger side and put my backpack on the floorboard. Looking at the truck, it was kinda nice, there was a new stereo, and the bench seat was in great shape, and behind the bench was a decent area for Brad’s bag. I saw the players istanbul travesti filing out of the play field, and then immediately picked Brad out of the crowd of sweaty players. Only a couple players were wearing shirts, not Brad. It was easy to pick him out since most of the players didn’t have the chest hair he had nor were all of them as physically in the same shape as him. I stuck my head out of the window and waved, and finally he saw me with a quizzical look on his face. I watched as he sauntered over carrying his pads and helmet in one hand and his gear bag in another. “What’s this?” he finally asked when he got close. “It’s your new car, Mom bought it for you!” I nearly shouted like those announcers on the game shows. “No fucking way, Mom got me a truck!” He shouted, dropping his belongings and putting his hands on his head in excitement. I got excited as when he did this, it exposed his dark hairy pits and I could see the hair was matted to his skin with sweat. “Yeah, lets go for a drive!” I said with an ear to ear grin on my face, opening the door and hoping out to grab his bags as he walked around the truck looking at it, never taking his hands off his head. I struggled with his gear bag, as it seemed really heavy, but his helmet stuffed in his pads were an easier carry. I tossed the helmet and pads behind the seat, and tried to lift his gear bag, but struggled. Brad finally snapped out of it and came over and easily lifted the bag and tossed it in the floorboard next to my backpack. “This is so fucking cool!” He said as he almost lifted me too into the truck, but I managed as he wasn’t really there, he was staring at the truck. He snapped out of it again and ran around to the driver’s door, jumped in, and just took it all in. Starting the engine, he howled with happiness. I barely got my seat belt on in time as he threw it in gear and stomped on the gas. After my head re-attached itself, I watched as Brad did a donut in the parking lot and then off we went home. “No more dragging Mom down to pick us up and drop us off, Bro, we are mobile!” He said, barreling down the road as it seemed, but still in the speed limit. As he drove, the wind and heat it carried made us both sweat, but neither of us cared at all. I looked over and Brad was smiling and happy, something that made me feel good too. I also watched his shirtless body shine in the sunlight with sweat as we made the final turn to our house. Mom’s SUV was parked in the driveway, so we had to park on the street, as we came to a stop, Brad killed the engine, and we both rolled up the windows. It was then that his intoxicating scent really hit me hard in the face. We jumped out, and I put my backpack on with both straps and tried to lift his gear bag, as I told myself I was going to be his gear boy. It was really heavy, and with my backpack full of books, I was really struggling. Brad came around to the passenger side, gently pushed me out of the way, and with a single hand picked his gear bag up and off we went to the house. Normal routine, his cleats were off and the padded into the house just in his socks. He didn’t drop his gear bag though in the laundry room as we passed it, he just carried it into our room. I toss my backpack on the floor by my bed and jump on the bed and lay on my stomach, hoping to have my usual show. Brad dropped his gear bag in the middle of the floor, stood there, kadıköy travesti and said, “Get up and come here.” The voice that he used was rather authoritarian and I quickly got up and took the two steps to square off with him on the other side of his bag. “You like my `smell’ huh, well open the bag, and with your nose, find my shirt.” Once again, my mouth fell open, but I closed it before the swarm of flies could get in there. I got on my knees and opened the bag to find it had a host of shirts in it. I grabbed the top one and then another, and they were all soaked. I looked up at my brother, and he just stood there waiting. I smelled the first shirt and tossed it away, it was rank, not Brad. I did this with five other shirts, until I found his. It was so wet, I could have wringed it out into a cup and that cup would have been full. Feeling the wetness on my nose and lips as I inhaled deeply, I knew it was his. I simply tossed the shirt in the other hand and looked up at him, with his shirt still in the other hand. “How did you know?” He said so shocked, “Do you know my stink that well?” “Yes.” I simply said. “Okay, well I saw you staring at me from the bleachers. Did you like my little show with the water?” He said, staring down at me. I simply nodded. “Well, I have a treat for you then, since you won the game and picked out my shirt.” He said, shaking his head as if to get up the inner strength to say something. “I’m not going to undress me, you are. I’m going to have my hands on my head, and you can smell or lick what you want.” I nearly passed out, as the stars were encroaching on my vision as I stared up at my sweaty big brother. I pulled his bag out of the way, and he was standing there with his eyes closed, and his fingers inter-laced with each other and turning white from the pressure. I got to within a couple inches from him and the heat and intensity of his scent slapped me hard on the face. What do I do? I thought and then finally I leaned into his armpit and let the still damp hair touch my nose, I inhaled and was drunk immediately. I stepped closer and stepped to his side and buried my entire face in his armpit, licking the wetness, and taking in the intense flavor of my brother’s saltiness on my tongue. I was in sheer heaven. I let my hand cross his chest and feel the brush of the hair on my palm. I licked my way across through the hair to his other pit, burying my face there too. Brad just stood there, letting me lick him. Though I could see and hear his breathing intensify. I left his pit and let my tongue drape across the small distance to one of his flat wide nipples. As I licked across his nipple, he let out a gasp and went rigid for a moment. I didn’t know if I did something wrong, so I stepped back away from him. “Did I go too far?” I asked, face wet, and drunk on my brothers sweat. “No, it just felt weird, but a good weird. Try it again.” He said, huffing his breath as if he just finished a long run. I went to the other side of his chest and put my pursed lips on his nipple and this time licked and sucked just a little. He let out a moan, and his hand dropped to cup the back of my head, pulling it closer to his heaving chest. “That is great, keep doing that.” He breathed as I suckled on my brother’s nipple, feeling his fingers grab my hair and pull me closer, the muscle on his chest and his bi cep crushing my head. I let bakırköy travesti my hands touch his hot heaving stomach and feel the muscles there tense as I nursed on my brother. He let loose, and I looked down and saw that his compression shorts were barely containing something large. I took hold of his mesh shorts and pulled them down, he stepped out of them and kicked them to the side. I trailed my face down his chest to his abs, licking the cleft between them, my nose tickled by the hair running down the middle. I get to his white compression shorts and just bury my face on the other side of his obvious hard-on. I was in a dream world, rather than smelling cold ones from the laundry my face was buried in a pair of wet ones inhaling his scent. He cupped my head and pushed it harder against the shorts as I inhaled and licked. “Pull them off.” He said, again breathless. I got my thumbs in the waistband of the white spit-soaked compression shorts and started to pull them down. His hand caught his hard-on and held it against his Apollo’s belt. As I had his step out of them, I tossed them onto the pillow on my bed. My brother was standing in front of me just wearing ankle socks, and nothing else. He held his shaft, but half of his bush and his balls were free. I buried my face in the cleft between his balls and his leg, inhaling the scent of a man. He let out a groan of pleasure as my tongue licked the side of his balls and the upmost joining of his leg to his body. The taste was something that I didn’t get from the dirty clothes as it was fresh. His body writhed as I licked and then moved over and started licking his hanging balls. The hair on them giving me a sensation I can’t describe on my lips. He was moaning loudly at this point, and I took one of his huge balls in my mouth and sucked on it gently. He let out a noise that I’ve never heard, but it was a noise that I guessed I was doing well. I let one pop out of my mouth, and took the second in. It was difficult as his hand holding his cock to the side was a little in the way. I licked at his hand, and he slowly let his heavy cock flop down. I have never seen his cock hard, and it was amazing. I looked at the veins as they scattered along his length to a pinched area of skin just behind his large red tip. I looked closely and saw the ridges in his head at the back, and the smooth skin near its hole. He grabbed his cock and put it on my cheek as I took his other ball in my mouth. His pure scent of man was permeating every sense I had and feeling the heavy weight of his hard cock on my face as I licked and sucked on his ball. I let the ball fall from my lips, and it joined its spit-wet twin slowly falling down into the skin sack of its’ home. I did not know what to do staring his hard cock straight on, so I bent it down and buried my nose in his scent forest at its base. Inhaling the un-contained and fresh scent there made me cum in my shorts. He saw me wiggle a little and let out a quiet moan and our eyes met, my face buried in his pubes, his face in a state of ecstasy. His tall mountains of chest muscle and the matted protruding hair from its valley as well as the tightening and relaxing ab muscles framed his jaw. His mouth was open, and his eyes were drowsy, as he heaved oxygen into his body. I felt a jump in the heavy cock that was being held down only by my chin. I sort of knew what to do next. Remember that sprayed semen does not work really well with electronics, so be careful reading my stories that you don’t ruin a keyboard, phone, tablet or another vulnerable device. Email me anytime, as I respond to all emails that are legitimate. Keep mbl/