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It happened a year ago. It was spring break. I don't know why, but for some reason I decided to leave my sunny Florida campus to venture back home to DC. I guess I was home sick. I hadn't been back home since xmas and I was really missing my family, especially my big bro Shane. Shane was more than just a brother to me, he was my bestfriend, the only real friend I ever had, and me going away to college was the only time we'd ever been apart. Growing up we did everything together. We were joined at the hip. A lot of times we were mistaken for twins, seeing that we're only 10 months apart and sort of identical in looks. We're both about 6'2" around 170lbs ( Shane a little buffer though), we both have green eyes and light brown skin. In our neighborhood growing up we were always known as "those pretty eyed little light-skin boys from down the street". The girls would always fawn all over us. The boys, on the other hand, hated us. Our mom would always say that they were just jealous, because they knew we were gonna take all their girlfriends away from them. And when it came to my bro it was more than true. If I had a dollar for every time we had to fight some dudes over the girl Shane was screwing, or not screwing, I'd be a rich man. But me, Sean, I was the shy brother. To be honest I didn't loose my virginity until the summer before I left for college; but thats another story.

Well like I said I was home for spring break and I couldn't wait to hang with my bro, and I had a whole week to do it. My first two nights home were pretty crazy, but nothing my brother and I weren't more than used to. I think we hit about five different clubs those first two night but we had to paced ourselves. We had a whole week to look forward to. On the third night Shane introduced me to a homeboy of his, Jason. I guess he was Shane's new bestfriend since I was away. I admit, I was a bit jealous at first, especially since Jason looked just like us. He could've been our triplet. Only thing is he's a little shorter and stockier, and he's Dominican. He was actually a pretty cool guy though. It wasn't long before I got comfortable with the idea of him being around and a trio we became. For the next two days the three of us continued on with the usual: drinking, partying, girls. It was a fun fest, after all it was Spring break, and it was fun while it lasted.

It was about 3am Saturady morning. Shane, Jason and I were just leaving a club when Shane got a call, and from the sound of it the person on the other end was pissed. I heard every curse word possible being thrown at my brother and I was barely even in ear shot. Apparently the person on the phone was his fiancée, who I knew nothing about. I didn't even know she existed. But anyway, that was the end of bro time. All I was thinking now was what am I going to do the rest of the weekend. I didn't want to go back to my Mom's and crash for the rest of my time here. I didn't know what I was going to do. Then Jason came up with a great idea. "We can hang without him" he said. That sounded like more than a great idea to me. Then he suggested we go hangout at his place. I didn't think twice about it.

The next thing I know we're at Jason's crib. It was a cool enough place, not too flashy or anything. It was a basement apartment under Jason's Aunt's house. He rented to help her out with bills and stuff. The place really was nice though. He had his own entrance and the whole place was soundproof. It was as if the two spaces weren't even connected. Jason made a joke about the sound proofing, something about he gets loud with his music down there, amongst other things and he didn't want to disturb the old lady. He gave me a devious look after he said that.

The place though was the epitome of a bachelor pad. Flat screen on the wall, every gaming system you could imagine, a bar and all black leather furniture. The truth was it was more of a tricked out bedroom than an apartment; but Jason was proud of it. As soon as we walked in he asked me to kick off my shoes and leave them by the door. I did as he asked and he did the same. He had this really nice carpet so I understood. Then he walked over to the giant king sized bed in the middle of the room, flicked the tv on and flopped down onto the bed. He patted the spot next to him signaling me to join him. I did. For the next few hours or so we just sat there watching tv, and laughing, and talking about life and this or that, like we were old friends. We were really getting along quit well and Jason was making me feel more than comfortable in his home. So comfortable that before long we both passed out right there beside one another.

Jason and I had become so comfortable with each other that although we were relatively strangers the touch of each other in the same bed fazed us none. We just laid there for hours sleeping, each on our own side of the bed but always touching in some way. A hand on the chest, a head on a shoulder, we accommodated one another in our sleep, until we were left in a full embrace. Jason with his whole arm stretched out over me, nuzzling his head into my chest and me holding him in my arms. We were at peace. At some point in our slumber we changed positions and found ourselves spooning, with Jason curled up in front of me and me clinging to him closer than we could've ever imagined we'd be. After a while I could feel my dick hardening in my pants as Jason's body was pressed against me. I opened my eyes slightly but there was only the faint blue light of the stereo lighting the room. But I could see all I needed to see. Jason was laying there under me in nothing but his briefs. As I finally came to my senses I began to ease my body away from him and get out of the bed. Then suddenly out of nowhere Jason turns to face me and like a little child asked where I was going. I didn't say anything, I just stood there blank. Then Jason shocked me even more by asking me to come back to bed. I didn't know if he was dreaming or hallucinating or what. Then he explained himself. How it was the best sleep he ever had, and the comfort he felt with me was that only of a bro and nothing more. That he had never felt so close to anyone before, like he felt with me. I couldn't help but feel the same, but I remained quiet in my shock. I then made the best decision I ever made. I don't know if it was the fact that I was still drunk and tired or what, but for reason I decided to get back into the bed. But then before I got all the way in Jason suggested I get more comfortable and take my clothes off. I was apprehensive but I started removing my clothes anyway. I had never been skin to skin with another man before, not even my brother; but I felt like with Jason it was ok.

After stripping down to my boxer briefs I climbed back in the bed, this time under the covers. We squeezed closer and closer to one another, then I reassured Jason, " No homo shit alright." He agreed and we once again found our perfect position. This time my bare chest to his bare back. I never felt more close to anyone before. Before long I felt Jason moving under me. The scratchiness of our equally hairy legs entangled began to stir something in me. My dick started getting hard again. Jason continued to move under me. Soon I found that my hardening dick was pressing into his ass. He continued moving under me. My dick was really hard now, sitting right between his ass cheeks. In the position we were in my left arm was under his and my hand was resting on his stomach. His abs were so tight. I never felt another man's abs before. I found myself rubbing them as he continued pressing himself into me. Then he grabbed my hand and began lowering it, till he stopped just at the waistband of his briefs. Then he turned to me and whispered," now you can feel mine." He lifted the waist band and at that point I couldn't help myself. I was too far gone. I reached in for my prize. It was throbbing in my hand, all thick 8" of it. I began to stroke it. I only let it go long enough for the both of us to get out of our underwear completely. We regained our position. Only now flesh to flesh. My dick felt so warm and at home resting between his ass cheeks. I stroked him even harder now. He pressed his ass harder and harder on my dick. It felt amazing. I got bold and whispered in his ear. " You want me inside you don't you." He responded by pressing on my dick even harder now in a circular motion. I released my grip on his dick and put my two fingers up to his lips. He engulfed my fingers and sucked on them like they were the biggest fattest dicks in the world. Then with those same two fingers, dripping wet I found his hole. I worked my fingers in and out stretching him as much as I could, while he let out passionate moans. Then I replaced the two fingers with the tip of my dick. I easily gained entry. He moaned in pleasure, almost screaming. I pushed and pushed until all 9.5" of my dick was inside him. I stayed there comfortably for a moment perfectly still. I felt so at home. I then grabbed his dick again. After a few strokes he whispered with passion" fuck me", and I obeyed. I began to fuck him slowly and sensually, quickening with every thrust. Our legs entangled once again. I held onto his hips for leverage, as he pumps himself back on my dick. I grab him by his stomach, his perfect abs and pull him in closer. I nuzzle and kiss his neck then I reach for his dick and start stroking. I move my hand in the same rhythm as my hips. I fuck him and I stroke him with a slow intensity. I fuck him and I stroke him in the same rhythm. We moan and we grunt like two wild animals in a fight. I feel myself getting close. I quicken both the stroke of my hips and my hand on his dick. I scream out that I'm cumming. Jason screams he's cumming too. I brace myself, then I let my seed loose deep inside him. He moans hard then erupts in my hand. I trace my cum covered hand back up to his stomach and grab hold to his abs. And there we both fall back to sleep covered in sweat, me still buried deep inside him. I never felt more comfortable. I never felt more close to another man. I never thought I'd have another bro.