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Cain’s father, my stepfather, had died six months before, and Cain, my other stepbrother Jared and I had been keeping in very close touch, closer even than we had been, which was pretty close. And we’d all been spending as much time with my mom, their stepmom, as we could as she recovered from her husband’s sudden death.

When Cain said he’d gotten approval to take Sunday night after the game off and Monday, which was an off-day for the team, and wanted to come up to Annapolis if I could get some leave time, I was thrilled. I was in the Academy, so I had classes, but I was on track to finish my bachelor’s in three years, consistently the top of my class scholastically and up there athletically and in skills-training, so the captain who was my CO’s CO (our lieutenant had cycled out and hadn’t been replaced yet) gave me the go to take from Sunday evening through Monday night off to spend with my brother.

Cain was at the Marriott in town, and I caught a ride in. When we saw each other, we hugged tightly, all of us having been reminded of how important family – whether blood or legal – was to each other after Dave, his father and my stepfather who’d been ‘Dad’ to me for six years, died. It wasn’t a bro hug – it was a real, long, full-contact hug, and my while my soul felt the nurturing of being with Cain, my pulse quickened as it always did.

We talked about dinner. At 20 I was always hungry still, which Cain teased his skinny little brother about usually, but this time he said, “Bro, you’ve got some muscle on your formerly skinny ass now don’t you?” And it was true. In the six months since the funeral I’d gotten serious about more than endurance and had pumped myself up. “Just trying to be more like my big brother,” I said, flexing for him to show off my well-developing biceps.

“NICE!” Cain said, and I swear he licked his lips a little.

We decided I’d stow my duffel bag in his room before we went to dinner, and we headed up. I hadn’t been in many hotel rooms, and I said it was very nice. He said something akin to EH. “Oh, and sorry about the bed situation – they didn’t have any two-bed rooms that were nice, so I figured one of us could sleep on the sofa.”

I immediately felt a jolt in my balls. There would be NOBODY sleeping on the sofa! “We’ll figure it out,” I said, vaguely.

I hung up my shirts and shorts and out of habit checked for an iron. “What are you doing, bro?” Cain asked me.

“Force of habit, Cain. We have to have our uniforms pressed all the time.”

Cain grinned. “Speaking of your uniform, you don’t really need to be in that uniform unless you want to.”

Cain had a plain t-shirt stretched over his perfect v-shaped torso which showed off his hairy chest and muscular hairy arms. He also had short walking shorts which showed off his long muscular hairy tanned legs. I’d finally outgrown Cain by about an inch – ok, at that point about a half inch, but when we’d measured earlier in the year I whooped because I’d outgrown him, whatever the margin! – so I was close to six-four to his just over six-three.

I looked him up and down and then met his eyes. With a slightly husky voice I said, “Was that a request?”

When Cain was almost twenty-five he came out rather suddenly and a bit eventfully. He had just gotten the job with the team and moved away about six months before, and he was coming home for Christmas. The day before he was to arrive he’d said he was bringing someone with him, and he arrived with an instantly recognizable player, not from the team he was employed by, who was also one of the hottest men I’d ever seen in my life. When he walked in he told our folks – my mom and his dad – “Mom, dad, this is my boyfriend, Troy Danforth. And you might be seeing some things in the papers and on the news about us because someone outted us this week. They have nothing in any way that would embarrass you, but that doesn’t mean they can’t make stuff up. But just know that you raised me right, and we’re a committed couple that happens to be gay, and we’re good men.”

My head was spinning. I’d jacked off so many times fantasizing about my brother – both of them, actually – and had jacked off with them like young men do and had even blown them after I’d outed myself on my eighteenth birthday. But Cain, while not particularly selective about who blew him or got him off with a handjob was straight, and I was sure of that. Or had been.

And Troy Danforth was the hottest hitter in the majors this season, having emerged suddenly at twenty-three on a shit team and slugged his way into notice. He was on his way to take a mega-million dollar contract for next year. And he was a HOT man, too. Tall like us, GORGEOUS light blue eyes, great body of course, blond hair and, as it turned out, a cock as big as my brother’s, which was BIG.

Dad didn’t hesitate. He embraced his first-born son tightly and said, “I love you, Cain, and anyone says any crap about you gets me in his face!” Meanwhile my mom grabbed Troy and pulled him to her and told him that if he was who her son chose to be with then he was her son, too. And although it took us a beat, Jared and I joined in hugging Cain. I congratulated him. Jared, always the clown, said something about knowing finally why Cain could always beat him during our annual Fourth of July hot dog eating contest. Dad didn’t think that was funny and shoved Jared one-handed away from the three of us still hugging and said, “That’ll be enough of that, son!” Dave was an awesome dad and loved us all, but he wouldn’t tolerate a syllable of disrespect – not for our mom or him and not for each other either.

Jared said something lame about “just kidding, dad”, but Dave was having none of it. “You come through ME before you say anything disrespectful like that to either of your brothers, Jared, and you know you do NOT want to have me in your face! This is your brother’s life, and he’s going to have enough challenges from a whole world of ignorant intolerant people, so there’s no way that’s funny.”

“Oh, Dave,” my mom said. “Jared didn’t mean anything. You stop that,” she ordered, and when mom gave an order, we all obeyed. “We’re having a celebration here anyway. I’ve got myself another son!”

Troy looked a little frightened, still tight in my mom’s embrace. Cain looked at him helplessly. Dad looked contrite and apologized to my mother and told Jared to “get over here!” and brought him back into our group embrace again.

I don’t remember how that scene broke up, but I remember that what was on my mind was how I blew my chance with my stepbrother because I didn’t know I had a chance to begin with.

Back in this moment, Cain didn’t answer my question at first. “Whoa, bro, where’d you go there?” he asked.

I wasn’t going to blow another chance. Even if this wasn’t really a chance I would deal with the consequences. “I’ve always wanted you,” I said directly to him.

He stood stock still, but I knew in that instant that he wanted me, too. I also knew there was something more.

I waited for him to say something. We held each other’s gaze for an uncomfortable length of time. And then Cain did something I’d never seen him do ever in any circumstance. He broke our eye contact and looked away embarrassed or upset. This was something I’d never seen in my gregarious, fearless oldest brother. Even at Dad’s funeral, it was Cain who comforted Mom, Jared and me and although he cried with us, he did it openly and never hid what he was feeling.

I was surprised and confused, and instinctively I crossed the distance between us and embraced him. My nuts instantly started buzzing with electrical jolts – his scent, the feel of his body, the sound of his breathing. My heart pounded, both from excitement of holding him but also because all sorts of bizarre thoughts raced through my head about him possibly being sick or dying.

I held him tight, and he finally embraced me back. “Troy and I are over,” he whispered with a catch in his voice in my ear.

I’ll admit that a huge part of me – well it was about to get huge anyway – did a back flip and high-fived the world at that thought. Fortunately my heart went out to him, and I held him tighter. “Are you OK, Cain?”

His voice broke as he said, “I’m trying to hold it together, Billy, but with Dad and this, it’s not working so well.”

I managed to get us moved back a step and seated next to each other on the bed and still held my arm around him. He sobbed a couple of times, and we were otherwise quiet. When what I thought was another sob turned out to be a laugh and he said, “I’m getting snot all over your shirt, and the iron won’t get that off before you have to report back,” I knew we were through the worst of it.

I asked Cain if he wanted to talk about it, and he told me that had become a victim of his super-stardom in baseball and had sex with someone else who idolized him and came on to him. “And I don’t mean he got a random blowjob from this guy, Billy. He spent the weekend with him.”

“Wow, I’m sorry, Cain,” I said, and I truly meant it. And inside I thought and we can show him!

“So I thought, since I was going to be here, and since I missed out on a chance with you before . . . “

OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD. It wasn’t just my nuts talking. OH MY FUCKING GOD!

My brother, as he often was able to do, read my mind. “I know, right? Kind of a mind-blower you and me in a hotel room after all these years we could have been enjoying each other.”

My head was SCREAMING at me: he’s hurt, he’s needy, this isn’t going to end well. But my nuts and my heart were too invested in Cain after years of hero worship, stud worship and lust. “I fucking want to do everything with you!” I said in a growl.

And that was it. Buttons ripped off my shirt as it came off, his t-shirt ripped over his head, kissing, groping, fumbling with pants and belts, instantaneous hardons, we were all over each other. We were on the bed grinding our naked bodies into each other and panting within moments, and I inhaled the scent of him and felt light headed. I knew that scent – from his filthy jock strap I’d found when I was fourteen to my nose in his pubes when I’d blown him when I was eighteen – and it was intoxicating.

“I want to fuck you, Billy. I’ve wanted to since the first time I saw you in the shower when you were fourteen,” Cain hissed, and he shoved me over onto my back and was on my chest, his huge cock wagging in my face. OH JESUS CHRIST was I going to be sore! And I couldn’t fucking wait.

I reached up and grabbed that monster and brought the already wet head to my mouth. More than two years since I’d tasted his cock and it tasted exactly like I remembered every time I had jacked off in that time. I almost came just from the taste of it, the feel of it on my tongue, the stronger smell of his musk. “Fuck YEAH, Billy! You know how to treat my cock!”

I sucked more of it into my mouth, my back arching under Cain so I could get up farther. Cain reached around and grabbed my balls and gave them a yank, which in turn made me yelp and Cain shoved more of his cock into my mouth. “I want my first load in your mouth so that you can spit it into your hand and lube your hole with it. I want to be fucking you with my cum for your lube.”

Oh Jesus, I seriously was going to cum from his dirty talk. I mouthed OH FUCK YEAH around his cock which was pushing against the opening of my throat, and he growled in appreciation. He started yanking my nuts more, and I kept yelping, and when I thought I might not be able to take any more abuse to my nuts, all of a sudden my climax ripped through me like a jet fighter, and I was cumming and bucking and Cain’s cock was down my throat with his hand behind my head holding me so he could fuck my throat. He had a vise grip on my nuts through the whole thing, and I was screaming around his cock down my throat the whole time, and he was yelling “FUCK YEAH Billy, EAT IT. Yeah, FUCK yeah, just like that, FUCKING HELL YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!” And with that his cum was blasting into my throat and mouth as he pounded me still bucking like a bronco riding my chest, my balls being punished even more as he was out of control.

“DON’T SWALLOW!” he ordered and jumped off me and said, “Lube your hole with what’s left!”

I spit a huge glob in my hand and began slathering my ass and pushing my fingers in and spreading it around . . . a little painfully for my hurry but DAMN did I want it. Cain apparently wanted it more than I did because he ripped my body around like a blowup doll and threw my legs in the air and had his huge cockhead against my hole pushing before I could protest.

He was still rock hard – I could see it in the mirror in the room, that huge impressive cock of his, which I couldn’t imagine being in me but which I wanted more than anything else. The thought of the pain I was about to endure was scaring the shit out of me I wanted Cain so bad apparently that I heard out of own voice begging, “Just FUCK ME goddammit!”

And with that, Cain SHOVED into me, and I yelled louder than I think I’ve ever yelled as I felt my ass ripping and burning and feeling like a small car was being shoved in there. Cain reached over and grabbed his briefs which had, inexplicably, landed on the bed and shoved them in my mouth. “Relax. Relax and breathe,” he said, rubbing his big hand on my abs softly.

My hole felt like acid was inside it. I’d never taken a cock as big as his, and I could sure feel the difference. The top who’d ‘trained’ me was big but nowhere near as big as Cain’s monster cock. I suddenly knew what men felt when I was inside them, as I was almost as big as Cain. And that thought pushed me into the moment as I realized that if they could take me, I could take Cain.

He was still, not moving inside me, my hole CLENCHED around his cock so tight he might not have been able to pull it out if he’d tried, much less push it in further. “Just breathe, Billy, and if it’s too much for you we’ll stop,” he was saying, still rubbing my abs soothingly with his big warm hand. The fucking hell we’d stop!

I totally went inside my head and willed myself to relax and visualized my sphincter opening and my big brother sliding all the way inside me, searing heat radiating through me as I was finally joined with him. I controlled my breathing and forced the image of my body admitting him.

“That’s it,” he said, “Just relax,” he said, still rubbing me.

I had absolutely no control . . . until suddenly I felt myself relax some down there. I remembered the feeling the first time I’d taken cock, and that must have sparked muscle memory, as I felt my ass muscles all relax, and the biggest cock I’d ever taken sliding into me.

“Oh, GOD yes!” Cain exclaimed. “Sooooooooo fucking tight and so HOT!” he said, as inch by inch his monster invaded me.

It felt like he was ripping me open even though my muscles were – perhaps defensively out of some primal instinct – slack. The burn was incredible, but so was the feeling of being filled by Cain, the object of my fantasies.

I felt him hit a barrier inside me and cried out. Cain just laughed and said, “C’mon, Billy, we’re almost there, bro.”

Incredibly, my muscles were still slacked, despite my reaction, but I could feel him pushing inside me, pushing hard like he had at my hole before he got inside. And then I felt something I’d never felt before, and Cain’s cock pushed in deeper, to a place I’d never felt before. “JESUS FUCK!” I exclaimed and grabbed at his arms which were holding my knees pushed back against my ears.

“That’s it, we’re there now, Billy,” Cain said, with a look of near rapture on his face that was as hot to me as the feel of him inside me . . . finally.

I was suddenly inflamed and moved my ass against Cain to feel his hugeness inside me. And Cain took that to be what it was – my desire driving my body to take him, to enjoy him, to suffer him, to be mated with him – and began to pump me.

At first it was at once excruciating and ecstasy. Every inch was almost unbearable, both the pullout and the inthrust. But it was also inflaming me with desire to have him, to be had by him. The feeling of my asschute being burned with a red hot poker was well outflanked by the heat of my desire. “JUST FUCK ME, Cain, JUST FUCK ME!”

And he did. “Yeah, Billy, take it!” He took that as the license I wanted him to take. He picked up his pace, and he began thrusting into me with force. The surprising thing was that the harder and faster he went, the less pain. The burn persisted, but it merged with burning desire, and I became the fucking I was getting.

Cain was drilling me so hard I could feel my brain bouncing around in my head. His balls were smacking my ass hard enough to hear them, and I knew mine would be bruised from his thrusts, along with his groin. The soundtrack was utter filth, and thinking back I remember afterward thinking “I said THAT?!” and “HE actually said THAT!” At the time it was just growls, groans, moans, shouts, unintelligible and intelligible. “YEAH, FUCKER, POUND THAT CUNT!” I screamed. “You fucking cock whore take it like the bitch you are for my cock!” he taunted.

I was pinching and twisting Cain’s small nipples in their hairy surrounds on his slab pecs, and I was enjoying the sight of his beautifully muscled torso and arms as his muscles flexed with every thrust. Even the cords standing out on his neck and the intense expression on his face stoked my internal fire. When he let go of one of my legs and reached down and grabbed my nuts HARD, I came instantly, the explosion ripping through me within the space of one gasping breath to the next.

“OH FUCK YES!” Cain shouted when my ass started to spasm around his still-pounding fuckrod. I felt several streams hit my face and chest before I felt him begin to unload inside me. I felt his impossibly thick cock pumping inside me but I felt absolutely nothing else. I was confused until he pulled out and I saw he had a condom on halfway up his shaft, TIGHT but huge glob of cum in the tip and around his cock.

“You . . . “ I panted . . . “fucked . . . me . . . with a . . . rubber?” I said, surprised.

Cain was gasping for breath, propped so he wouldn’t fall on me with one arm on my shoulder, and he motioned for me to wait a minute. When he finally could put together some words he said, “Of course, Billy. I would never put you at risk.” I was torn between the awesome fuck I’d just had with my most supreme fantasy and a feeling of letdown because I’d wanted it to be as intimate as Cain’s skin against mine inside and out.

Cain let himself down beside me and pulled the rubber off, tied it off and chucked it toward the bathroom. “Billy, Troy cheated on me. I don’t know if he used protection when he did or not.”

He was right, of course.

And then his tone changed. “I really don’t know anything, Billy,” and my big brother collapsed against me, and he was sobbing again, this time for real.

I held wrapped my arms around him and held him and waited. Inside I was dying. This wasn’t about me at all. Jesus Christ, I was like some girlyboy bottom who was in love with the cock that fucked him. I also felt terrible for my big brother. He’d lost his dad, and he’d lost is lover, obviously the man he loved deeply who’d hurt him deeper.

As if on cue, the hotel phone rang, and Cain said he should get it and get rid of whoever was calling. And, of course, it was Troy, who I’d found out later had been upset that when he’d called the office to find out when he was coming in they’d told him that Cain was not coming home and had given him the number.

Cain mouthed IT’S TROY and JUST A MINUTE.

I went into the bathroom and took a long shower. And I didn’t get many new thoughts, just felt pretty empty inside. And of course my ass hurt worse than I’d ever felt.

When I came out, Cain was hunched over on the sofa, still naked, his arms on his knees, his face in his hands. I was overwhelmed with the sight of him, my always-happy, always-energetic, overly gregarious big brother looking like his world had collapsed.

I sat down with him, and we had a long talk. He was genuinely in love with Troy, and Troy was begging him for forgiveness. Cain didn’t know what to do, and I told him honestly that I thought he should get on a plane and go talk it out with Troy. He told me he’d always wanted me, and he didn’t regret it and hoped I didn’t either. Strangely I didn’t.

And thinking back, hell no I didn’t regret it one fucking bit!