Thanksgiving, more or less, was a wonderful success. Mark and I met up in Chicago from separate parts of the country, then shared a connecting flight to my little hometown in the heartland of America. Standing down by baggage claim was my not so little anymore brother, Johnny. His real name is Giovanni, but when I don't call him Dad's lil' accident, I's always calls him Johnny!! He's a college freshman now, and, I must say, he's filling out nice and he's a real good athlete...although he was always a little young to hang with much growing up, I always tried to look after him; teaching him sports and giving him pointers on working out and getting stronger. The boy was definitely paying attention!
Anyways, Mark has been a regular fixture at our house for Thanksgiving ever since college, my family seeing us go through the many changes of friends to secret lovers to openly lovers to fuck buddies and now to committed partners. Nothing had to be said, but everyone could just tell that we had moved it up a notch. However...that didn't seem to change Mom and Dads stance on separate rooms for any couples not married, not sure they realize the implications of this and eventually something's gonna have to give. But for now, it's their house, their rules and I do love 'em and respect 'em. So, this, of course, means while my married siblings headed up post Thanksgiving festivities to respective quarters, where they could fuck each other till the cows cum home; Mark got stuck bunk'n it with Johnny and my ass got stuck on the family room couch.
FUCK!!!
With the exception of a few shared intimate moments here or there, I was horned up and frustrated to beat the bear! However, Saturday night came round, everyone except me, Mark and Johnny had headed upstairs, as we were watching a movie. About mid way through, though, Johnny sorta yawns as if he's getting tired, and says he gonna head on upstairs too. As Mark starts to follow him up, Johnny tells him to finish the movie, "I can put myself to bed, but thanks anyway. Just keep the noise down...Hmph, I mean... fuck, ya know what I mean...just...just when you come upstairs, just don't wake my ass up, OK?!?"
As he passes by the couch, I reach my arm up to hold him up a sec, "Thanks, John...you're a good man..." He acts like it's no big deal, but I can feel him smiling a shit ass grin.
With the fam quietly nestled upstairs, Mark and I quickly shuck our lounge clothes, snuggle up under the blanket and start up some serious make-out action; our hard cocks dueling with each other as they both start to leak with excitement. The combination of finally having Mark naked in my arms and thoughts of my Mom coming down to check on us, really gets me riled up sumpt'n fierce! I push his head down onto my turgid cock, forcing my dick up into his throat; slip, slide, gurgle, gurgle, blow!!! "Holy Fu...", I start to moan before Mark puts a hand over my mouth, as he finishes licking and slurping at my still bloated dickhead.
Finished with my temporarily sated cock , he starts heading south, first suckling my partially emptied balls, then down further to my ripe and willing asshole. As a tingle shoots from his lips to my ass and up through my spine, I, again, involuntarily moan with pleasure. He looks up from my ass, shushes me, and proceeds to slip a spit slickened finger up my ass as he kisses 'round my taint. Then, leaving me for a second, he pulls a small satchel, hidden under the couch, and proceeds to slip a towel under my hips, gotta protect Mom's precious fabric, puts on a condom as he slickens it with lube and proceeds with a painfully slow and deliberate penetration into me as he pushes my ankles back toward my head. Once completely entered, he grinds his powerful hips into me, bending me like a muscled pretzel, then ever so slowly out. With just his mushroomed tip still inside me, he drives the length of himself into me; HARD! Then slowly, slowly, he retreats, just to do it all fucking over again. Again and again, he torchers me with his slow pace, knowing my love for a hard fast fuck. But, also, knowing my love to scream like a whore, as he fucks the shit outta me! Finally, he starts to grind into me at a quicker pace, as his own nut begins to churn in his overfilled sack. Sensing my need to scream, he pulls himself from my ass, removes the condom, and rams his thick, spasming cock down my throat. As he dumps his long overdue cum into me, I reach down and stroke off a second huge load of my own.
Once calmed down, Mark enjoys my load fresh from my chest and nips, then cuddles and naps with me as I fall asleep to whatever movie is now running on the tv. At some point during the night, Mark crept up to my old bedroom, leaving me wrapped in our shared blanket and, of course, the warmth of our love.
The next morning, we share a family breakfast and begin the long good-bye process as siblings start to head out to respective homes. By mid-day, Mark and I head to the airport to share a plane back to Chicago. From there, I head West for home and Mark heads East for where fucking ever...Oh well..
