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"Douglas Reed" I answered into my phone and I began to get hard immediately as I recognized the voice on the other end of the line. It happened to me all the time. "Hey Tim, what's up?" I asked (knowing that one thing "up" was my big cock). He told me that he'd gotten together a Saturday football game with guys from the old neighborhood. "You gotta' come Doug! Tony Santelli, Jim Janowski, Patrick Flynn... they're all going to be there. What do you say?" My mind flashed back to when we were kids and would get a pick-up game together. Even back then I was so hot for Tim I could hardly stand it. I'd always try to get him on my team, have him serve as center when I would quarterback so that I could get right up close to his beautiful muscular ass and his thickly coated legs. Tim's almost two years younger than me, but you'd never guess it to look at him. As a fourteen- year old he was able to grow a beard and if we were on opposing teams I always tried to make sure that my team was "shirts" and his was "skins". Playing touch football in the vacant lot behind Eric Schmidt's house gave me a legitimate opportunity to put my hands on his hairy body on a regular basis. Our neighborhood was a real melting pot of ethnic cultures. My own four grandparents, for instance, were Polish, Italian, Swedish and German and there were plenty of Irish and a handful of Jews and even the Mitropoulos family. The five kids in our family are evidence of these various cultures. I think I got most of the Swedish characteristics from my mother. Tall, blond and blue-eyed I was still athletic in school though my football playing was limited to those back lot games after which I would go home and beat off fantasizing about Tim's hairy body. "So what do you say Dougie? Can you make it?" he asked, and I told him I would be there. I had a breakfast meeting scheduled and my wife had tickets to a matinee in the afternoon. Somehow I would get out of both of those for the chance to play a game of "shirts" and "skins" with him again. The game was to be held at a park near Tim's new apartment. The old neighborhood was still around, but it wasn't the same place anymore. Kids living there now usually carry knives or even guns. The vacant lot behind Schmidt's is now an auto salvage yard, completely overrun with rats. Tim and I, as well as Tony, Jimmy, Eric and Patrick had sort of separated after high school, each of us going our separate ways after college. Among our football group is a doctor, a school principal, a nuclear physicist, an accountant (me) and a success ful advertising executive (Tim). As for my work the rest of the week it was worthless. All I could think about was seeing Tim that weekend. Oh sure, we'd seen one another many times over the years and I talk to him often, but this would be an opportunity to get my hands on his hunky and hairy body again. By Friday I was a nervous wreck and when I took my wife of 10 months out to dinner (to make up for having to cancel on the Saturday matinee) I wasn't very good company. We went home and had sex, but it wasn't very satisfying for either of us. All I could think about was Tim as I went through the motions of love-making. There were twelve of us there, some in better shape than others after years of minimal regular exercise. Some of them hadn't see each other for years, and we needed a while to catch up on how many kids everyone had, who was still (or no longer married) and what kind of car everyone was driving. It was a beautifully warm early Fall day, Indian summer had returned the heat and humidity to the air. We chose up teams (Tim and I were the opposing captains) and I waited nervously as the coin toss determined that his team would take possession of the ball first. It was my call then as to who was to be shirts and who skins. Of course you can imagine what my choice was and Tim and his teammates began peeling off their shirts. Someone made a comment about not realizing that one of the ethnic groups from our neighborhood was gorilla. "Huh?" Dr. Eric Schmidt said, and his cousin Frank said "I'm talking about Tim. Look at him, he's a fuckin' ape-man!" The good-natured teasing continued for a minute or so, and only I didn't join in. I was so turned on by the sight of his bare (bear!) upper body that I couldn't even speak. I was immediately glad I'd worn a heavy-duty jock because I was throwing a full-fledge boner the minute he bared his chest. As an offensive player I wasn't worth shit that day, but every time Tim got the ball I was on him in an instant anxious for the opportunity to touch him. Rules of the game were two-hand touch below the waist, but I caught myself breaking that rule often. The game broke up shortly after noon, most of the guys were too out of shape to go any longer. Sanatelli had to go into work and Alex Mitropoulos (a recently ordained Greek Orthodox priest) had to go perform a wedding. Finally, everyone was gone, leaving me and Tim alone. "Wow, Sheila's going to throw me out of the house the way I smell!" I said, and Tim said I was welcome to stop at his place for a shower. "It's just around the corner, and you haven't seen my new place anyhow". "Should we drive there?" I asked, and he said I'd never find a parking place. "Leave your car here, we'll walk". Much to my delight Tim didn't bother to put his shirt on, not until we got to the building where a doorman greeted us. "Hello Cyril" Tim said, and the black guard/doorman greeted him politely. In the elevator we didn't speak but I could feel my heart pounding due to the nearness of our bodies there in that confined area. "Wow, this is great!" I said, responding to my first look at his new place. It was very modern with open areas and no walls between living and sleeping areas. The kitchen was a gourmet cook's dream and his bathroom was about as big as my entire first apartment. "You want the shower first?" I asked him, and his answer both stunned and delighted me. "It looks big enough for both of us, don't you think? C'mon Doug it'll be like back in high school after gym class when we'd all pile into the shower stalls and take our 90 second showers". He pulled his shirt up over his head again and the sight of his lushly haired upper body gave me the courage to say "We're not going to be limited to 90 seconds are we Tim?" "Hell no, we can stay in there all afternoon or at least until the hot-water heater gives out" he insisted, and he stepped out of his shorts and jock. I did the same and forced myself not to look at him for fear that I would throw an immediate erection. The shower truly was huge, big enough that we each had plenty of room. All of a sudden though Tim said "Hey Doug, do my back will you?" and he handed me a bar of soap on a rope. "Yeah ....uh...sure" I said, rubbing the bar across his hairy back and lathering the soap. I ran my hands over the broad surface of his back, eager to move lower but not daring to. Already I could feel my cock stiffening and I was trying to regain control. Then he turned around to face me and I saw that he was throwing a rod as well. He reached down and wrapped both his hands around my hard 11-incher and told me how jealous he was. I cupped my hands around his hugely mounded hair-washed pectorals and told him how much I dug his thick body-coat. "Frank said I look like an ape" he said, and I replied "Yeah, and I love it! Aw Jesus Tim I've been hot for you since you were fourteen. I lay awake at night dreaming about running my hands and my face all over your hairy body." "Well you're not dreaming now man. This is for real! and he dropped to his knees right there in the shower and took the first several inches of my swollen, aroused cock in his mouth. I put my hands on his darkly haired head and forced him further onto my dick, realizing that I was not going to last long as excited as I was. I exploded into his face and he started swallowing furiously, then stood up in the shower and pressed his mouth to mine, shoving his tongue into my mouth and allowing me to taste my own come. It wasn't the first time I'd tasted it, but it was oh-so- much better inside Tim's mouth. I wrapped my arms around him, ran my hands down his back until I reached his incredibly hairy butt, cupped my hands around the two of the furry globs and squeezed them tightly as I pressed my still erect cock against his. I'm not sure how long we were in the shower but the water started running cool and he suggested that we move to the bed. We never made it that far, pausing just out- side the shower to begin kissing again. "Oh Jesus Doug I want you to fuck me, I've wanted that for years!" he blurted out, and he turned to put his hands against a table, presenting his hairy ass to me. "Here, use this" he said, grabbing a can of shaving gel and handing it to me. I squirted a liberal amount of it onto my hand, them smeared about half of it onto the head of my cock and the rest right into the crack of his incredibly hairy ass. "Oh yeah oh do it!" he grunted as I positioned my hard 11-incher right at the opening of his ass-hole and pushed forward. "Ouch!" he yelled and I asked him if I should stop. "You do and I'll die!" he said, urging me to fuck him and fuck him rough and hard. "You have no idea how long I've wanted this man!" he said. "Oh yeah baby, oh yeah, you've got it all!" I said once I had the entire shaft inside him. "Okay then do it, hurt me with that big fucker!" he said. I slammed into him and the sounds of my body slapping against his hairy butt sounded like slaps. The shaving get inside his hole slurped and gurgled as I rammed in and out of him. Later on, laying next to him and nuzzling my face in his furry arm-pit I mentioned how we should have done this years ago. "Guess we'll have to make up for lost time" he said with a grin as he squeezed his hand around my yet-again hard cock. "You going to mom's for dinner tomorrow?" he asked, and I said we were. "Maybe we can sneak upstairs while ma and Shelia do the dishes. Trust me, big brother, I intend to turn every fantasy fuck I've ever had with you into a reality. "How about we start right now" I said, rolling over and presenting my horny ass-hole to him He showed me how easy it was to take cock up my ass if I was hot enough for it. After all the years I'd waited for this day, I was more than hot enough for it from my hairy younger brother.