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I sat with my grandfather at the family picnic and I think he sensed it would be his last. His oxygen tank was attached to the wheelchair in order to give him a constant supply of air. "Go on Danny, go play volleyball with the rest of the guys" he urged me, but I told him I didn't feel much like it right then. This particular picnic was also a graduation party for me, and I felt like I should hang around and socialize with the elders rather than play with the cousins. "Look at that Bob will you?" my gramps said, pointing to my younger brother. "He ain't tall enough to compete with those other guys but he's sure as hell giving it his all. Don't know why you got all the height and he got all the hair. Give that boy a few years and he's gonna' end up even hairier than your old man was. Why I remember the first time your mom brought him to the house I thought he looked like a fuckin' gorilla!" My grandfather never was one to watch his vocabulary and this day was no exception. His only daughter had been married to my father until dad was killed in a trucking accident back when I was just a little kid and Bob was only a few months old. I was probably four at the time, but still don't remember much about him after all these years. "Yeah that Bob sure favors your daddy" he repeated and I caught myself wanting to tell him to shut the hell up. Not that I was angry at his repetitive babbling...he couldn't help that. No, the thing that bothered me was that I knew he was telling the truth and I was jealous as hell that Bob, at fourteen, was already more hairy than me. His legs were extremely heavily coated, and as he jumped up to get the volleyball and his shorts rode up I could see that his butt was likewise blanketed. Even his chest was beginning to get a coat of fluffy brown on it, and his arms had even more. When mom asked me (about a year ago) to take him upstairs and teach him how to shave I suggested that she have John do it instead (John's the guy she married when I was in 7th grade and Bobby was in 3rd). "It'll make him feel more like he's Bob's real dad if he can share this moment with him, like he did with me" I said, realizing what a lie that was. I was sure Bobby didn't shave every day yet (but he probably ought to). "Trouble is" my grandfather continued "he's got your old man's temper also. When I told him he ought to quit smoking those cigarettes he told me to mind my own god-damned business. Look what it did to me son, I tried to argue with him, but he told me that it took me 50 years of smoking 3 packs a day to get this way. Why, I'm half tempted to turn that bitch at the gas station in for selling to a 14-year old kid. 'Course when Bobby comes in with a couple of days whisker growth, lookin' like he's seventeen or so she probably....." By then I'd shut the old coot off. He died the next week, almost as if he had hung on just long enough to see the whole family once more. I left for college the day after his funeral, had planned to take pre-session that summer to get a jump on my college courses for the fall. I went every summer after that also, straight through in order to get my bachelors, masters and PhD by the time I was 24. Meanwhile, my brother lived up to gramps' expectations by being in constant trouble. He was routinely getting suspended from school for one thing or another. If it wasn't smoking in the bath- room or having booze in his locker it was for telling one of his teachers to "blow me!" He got three students pregnant during his high school career. Two of them had abortions and the third went off to live with her aunt until the kid was born, then she gave it up. Rumor was that a teacher in his school was also pregnant by him but that was never completely proven true. He dropped out of high school during his junior year and joined the army. There he ended up getting his GED before being kicked out of the service. Details of his numerous infractions are somewhat sketchy. He was married once, divorced, and then married again but I never even met the first wife, much less the second. In fact I hadn't seen my black sheep brother since grandpa's funeral. All of a sudden, out of the blue one day he called and said he's coming through town and wanted to visit. The timing was okay because I was on break from teaching for a few weeks (I ended up staying at the university where I did all my degrees and have taught there for the last three years) and my own wife was anxious to meet my brother and his wife. Suddenly, the day prior to their arrival Gayle got a call from her mother saying that she was in the hospital with a broken hip. She begged Gayle to come be with her and I told her I could deal with Bob and his wife for a couple of days without her. I prepared the guest room for them after putting my wife on the train to go to her mother's. Bob had said to expect them at noon or so, but it was nearly 2:00 before I heard an old beat-up car pull into the driveway. I went to the door and held it open to greet them, surprised to see only one person get out of the car. "Where's Marci?" I asked, and he indicated that she'd decided not to come along. The look on his face indicated that he was lying and I called him on it. "Okay, she threw me out last week, that's why I decided to come for a visit" "What happened Bob, did she catch you in the sack with one of her friends?" I joked, and he looked right at me and said "Yeah well....something like that". I'd meant it as a gentle teasing joke and it ended up being true! I invited him in, saying that we'd get his bags later, and he indicated that he didn't have much in the way of luggage other than the gym bag he carried with him. "Jesus, how long's it been Danny?" he asked me and I replied that it was just over 8 years since gramps had died. "No shit!" he said "hard to believe it's been that long. You're beginning to get just a bit gray big brother" he teased me, and I mentioned that the hair on his head appeared to be thinning a bit. That's the only place it was thinning though. Jesus, the rest of his body was as hairy as any I'd ever seen with thick tufts of dark brown poking out the opening of his shirt, and fully coating his bulging muscular arms. His tattered cut-off shorts showed plenty of beefy thick upper leg that I'd always been so jealous of. Damn! His legs were so hairy I could hardly see the skin beneath the thick pelt of brown fur. We went into the kitchen area and I asked if he would like a beer. "Got anything stronger? Some vodka or scotch maybe??" he asked, and I told him I didn't keep that stuff on hand. "We'll go out and get some later" I said, so he agreed to the beer offer. I apologized for the fact that our apartment was so warm. "The building manager insists that the air-conditioning guy will be here tomorrow to fix the system" I explained. "No problem Dan, it's still cooler here than in my god-damned car. Jesus, I was hardly out the driveway from our place in Dallas before I had to take my shirt and shorts off. I drove most of yesterday and this morning bare-assed naked man". I think he said it just for shock value, but I conjured up this image of him driving his old beater without a stitch of clothing on and I started to get excited at the idea. Imagine being a trucker (like our dad was) and looking down on something like that from the cab of a big rig. "So what'll we do today? Want to tour the campus?" I asked, attempting to change the subject before I threw a full-fledged hard-on. "You want to know the truth bro'? I'm pooped and would just a soon crash here with some beers and watch the baseball game. What do you say we tour the campus tomorrow? Hey, by the way, I gotta' piss like a race horse. Where's the john?" I told him it was down the hallway and he grabbed his bag, saying that he thought he'd change into something cooler while he was in there too. "I guess it is a little warm in here" he added, and I felt my cock stiffen a bit more as I watched his well- shaped ass straining the material on those cut-offs. Judging from the thick coating on the backs of his legs I could just imagine how much more covered his firm, bulging buttocks must be. From the kitchen I could hear him going to the bathroom. It was just like when we were kids and he never shut the dooor. From the sound of it, h truly did have to piss like a race horse, and I was half-tempted to poke my head down the hallway and into the room to see if his cock was horse-sized. In that respect, at least, I have nothing to be embarrassed about. My big 11 incher is thick as well as long....so thick in fact that Gayle at first had a good deal of difficulty accommodating me when we started having sex. If you want the truth, our sex life has never been what you'd call earth-shattering, but nothing in my life ever is. I guess I'm a pretty matter-of-fact and set-in-my-ways guy. There's another aspect of Bob's life that I envy....his irresponsibility and I-don't-give-a-fuck attitude. I turned on the TV set and found the channel that had the game on it, grabbed a six-pack of beer and set it on the coffee table. Just then Bob made his reappearance from the bathroom where he had indeed made a change of clothing. Oh shit, now I was in big trouble. "Hey I recognize those shorts" I said, and I did. They used to be my gym uniform but they were baggy as hell on me. On Bob they were tight and form-fitting, hugging his big hairy butt and squeezing tight against his bulging stocky furry thighs. The front of them bulged out almost obscenely, and they looked like they'd seen their better days. "Yeah, sometimes it's hard to part with a pair of shorts you've worn for a long time" he said, and he related that he'd ripped his own gym suit out years ago. He sat down on the sofa across from the chair where I was and put one foot up on the seat while he guzzled his second beer. He spilled some of it all over his extremely hairy chest and wiped it off with the back of his hand. Oh shit, I envied that hand, rubbing against his thick chest mat. By now I was so hot I could hardly stand it, and it had nothing to do with the lack of air- conditioning. He shifted his position on the sofa and I noticed a tiny hole right in the seam of his (my) gym shorts. "Hey Bob, I hate to tell you this, but it looks like you're busting out of those shorts too. You've got a little rip down there" I told him. "Where?" he asked and he ran his hand down his hairy belly, across his bulging crotch and over the outline of his big balls to look for the small tear. "I can't find it Danny" he said, and I indicated direction to him while he continued to run his hand all over his crotch and butt region. "No, down just a bit and to the left" I told him, and he found the hole just then. "Oh damn!" he said, and he poked his finger right into the hole, then hooked his finger a bit and tugged, completely ripping the tiny slit open and exposing the hairiest ass-hole I've ever seen (of imagined seeing). "Oops, I guess I can't wear these any more. I may as well throw them away" he said, standing up and literally ripping the shorts off his body. "Watch this bro', two point in the waste basket" and he leaped up to toss the ripped shorts into the trash can that set in the corner. Yes!" he shouted out "Did you see that shot!?" Of course I hadn't, because from the instant he took the ruined shorts off I couldn't stop staring at his extremely hairy butt and legs and lower back and upper back and middle back ----all thickly coated with dark brown hair. He turned around and I got my first look at his cock since we were little kids. Not quite so big as mine (maybe an inch or so shorter) but equally fat, his meat hung from a thick bush of brown curls. "What's wrong brother? You look like you've never seen me naked" he said, and I mentioned to him that I honestly couldn't remember the last time I had seen him completely unclothed. "Well shit, now you've got me all self- conscious and embarrasssed" he said, suggesting tha the only way to make him feel more comfortable would be for me to get naked as well. "C'mon Danny, Gayle won't be home from work for a while will she?" he asked, and I mistakenly (?) said that she was gone for a few days because of her mother's broken hip. "Well then there's no reason why two brothers can't sit around in the buff and drink beer while we watch the balls fly.....on the TV I mean" "Unless you're ashamed or something Dan?" he added, and it was just the thing to make me get up and strip my pants off. "Ashamed my ass!" I shouted out as I yanked my boxers down to my ankles. "Holy fuckin' shit!" Bob said, and I asked him what that meant. "Oh, it's just that gramps was right! He once told me that I'd probably end up hairy as a bear like our dad, but that if you took after his side of the family you'd be hung like a donkey --- or bigger! I guess he was right about both of us huh?" "Jesus Danny, how've you kept that thing hidden from me all these years?" he asked, and I don't know what made me admit that I was afraid he'd noticed it for sure when he came out of the bathroom wearing only those shorts to display his wonderfully hairy body. I reached out and put my hand on his chest and rubbed through the dense thicket of hair as I'd wanted to for so long. Meanwhile he reached down and wrapped both his hands around my swollen cock, barely able to get his two hands around it. I leaned down (I'm several inches taller) and pressed my lips to his, immediately felt his tongue dig into my mouth and we stood there kissing and groping one another as no two brothers ought to do. He let go of my cock and put his arms around me, pulling me against his hairy front, and I did the same to him, reaching down and cupping his wonderfully hairy buns in my big hands. Every part of my body was aroused and tickled by the furry pelt of his body coat and I knew without even looking that my cock was drooling out a huge amount of pre-cum as we continued to explore the insides of one another's mouth. "Oh Jesus" he said, finally breaking our long french-kiss. "You're so fucking big I don't think I can take you without being ripped up the middle, but I can at least die happy trying it". "What are you saying?" I asked him, and he said "Come on dumb shit, what do you think? I want you to fuck my ass with this big horse-dick!" And fuck him I did! All the rest of the day, and for most of the night. Despite his original concern about being able to accommodate me up his hairy butt-hole, his worries proved unfounded..... especially after I sufficiently moistened the opening with my tongue. Somehow I, a Ph.D. in physics became the student, and my high-school drop-out brother rose to the rank of teacher as he instructed me in the manly arts of rimming, cock-sucking and butt- fucking ...from both the giving and receiving ends. When I pinned him down about his split from Marci he admitted to me that it wasn't one of her friends that she'd caught him with. No, it was one of her brothers, AND their father. The three men were going at it like god-damned minks in heat when she walked in on them and Bobby was the only one that she could vent her anger on. Gayle's mother took considerably longer in her recovery than planned, and each time my wife called she apologized over and over for having to extend her stay. I assured her that I missed her intensely, but that having my younger brother around was "filling the void" of her absence. Our biggest problem was how to continue our almost non-stop fuck-fest once she returned and once school started back up for me. Oh well, as they always say "Where there's a will there's a way!" and both Bobby and I have the will to continue what we started that hot summer.