It's Not as Secret as You Think

When Mitch began to grunt and groan constantly, Miles wrapped his arms around his brother to pull him closer as they continued to kiss violently. He felt the shudder ripple through Mitch's body a split second before he was given a particularly hard thrust that signaled the start of Mitch's orgasm. As his brother's load entered him, Miles ran his hands over Mitch's wide back soothing him through his release and their kissing became less insistent as the tension left Mitch's body. Even after he could feel Mitch start to soften within him and felt his breathing slow, Miles held his brother close, enjoying the heavy weight on him and letting Mitch take his time to enjoy the post-orgasmic peace.

"Fuck, I needed that," Mitch said when he finally rolled off Miles.

As he rolled onto his stomach to help keep Mitch's load from falling out of his still open hole, Miles responded, "I keep telling you sometimes a good fuck is all you need, but you refuse to listen."

"I have good fucks. I got a kid, don't I?"

Miles raised an eyebrow. "I doubt you fuck Stephanie like that. She'd kick your ass for sure."

"She would. Then she'd cut me off for a year."

"My point is—Fucking hell."

Both men scrambled to get dressed upon hearing first Tyler then Lucas announce their wakefulness.

"Sorry we don't have time for me to take care of that," Mitch said sounding genuinely disappointed as he watched Miles struggle to conceal his sizeable erection.

"It's cool. You needed to get yours more than I did so it's a sacrifice I'm willing to make. It is okay for other people to take care of you once in a while, you know."

"Maybe, but I'll be damned if I wasn't looking forward to getting some of that."

Miles pressed his lips to Mitch's in a gentle kiss. "Next time, big guy. I know you're good for it."

When Stephanie arrived home, she found the two men nearly finished with feeding the children. Even if she hadn't spied the two of them together, she could tell that Mitch was more relaxed than he had been when she left.

"How was the movie?" Mitch asked.

"We didn't go. We stayed in and drank and talked about you two asses."

"So the usual," Miles commented.

"You need to be nice to me," Stephanie said, giving him the stink eye. "I got her to promise to not throw things at you anymore and to be nice to you when you get home."

"Even trade for getting your husband to calm the hell down."

"I'm always calm," Mitch protested. He then grumbled to himself seeing his brother and wife roll their eyes.

--

"...and then Lucas got sick so we decided to keep him home from school."

"Tyler had something last weekend, too. It was probably something they caught from that little snot-nosed kid they played with at the park."

"That's what I thought because Lacey didn't get sick until she caught it from Lucas."

"Neither did Tyson or Tyra. I guess it's good..."

Mitch rolled his eyes as he walked passed his wife and sister-in-law and heard a portion of their conversation. Even though they were all good friends, lived in the same neighborhood, and saw each other nearly every day, sometimes he couldn't believe the things the women talked about. They never seemed to recognize how nice it was to not play parents and just enjoy adult company. Granted, it often had to be on a limited scale as their kids were usually with them, but that didn't stop him from putting the children out of his mind when he talked to his brothers. Especially when he was with Miles.

Hearing the wet, barefoot slap of his brother's approach, Miles quickly glanced over at Mitch from where he sat at the edge of the pool talking to their brother, Micah, while keeping an eye on the group of children playing, specifically his four year-old son and three year-old nephew. He reached out for the beer that was offered to him and took it gratefully.

"How're they doing?" Mitch asked as he squatted down next to Miles.

"They're fine right now," Miles responded after taking a swig from his bottle. He didn't meet his brother's eyes and remained focused on the boys. "But Tyler looks like he wants to do something. He keeps looking over at me to see if I'm watching."

Micah chuckled. "That kid's sneaky."

"Just like his dad," Miles said, teasing their oldest brother which earned him a flick on the ear from Mitch.

"While I was inside, I remembered I needed your help with something." Mitch gave Miles's shoulder a squeeze.

Miles kept his face neutral but there was more than a little surprise in his tone. "Now?"

"Now's as good a time as any. Besides, you were supposed to help me earlier in the week but canceled on me."

"I don't know why you don't ask me to help you out," Micah all but whined. At twenty-eight, he was two years older than Miles and three years younger than Mitch, but always had the sense he was being left out of something. His brothers always included and welcomed him whenever they had lazy afternoons like this one, invited him over for games and sent him texts when they decided to get together after work. But it was moments like this when he felt like them going in to do repair work was designed to exclude him from something and was not the simple task it appeared to be. It had been like that since they were teens but whenever he confronted them about it, they said it was all in his head. "I know I'm not right around the block like this asshole, but I know how to do shit just like he does.

"Nothing personal, man. It's just 'cause he's always here. Always. Here," Mitch said sounding weary. "Mind watching the kids for a minute?"

Micah shrugged, not hiding his disappointment. "Sure. No problem."

Miles got to his feet and followed his brother as they moved toward their wives. "You're fucking crazy, you know that, right?"

"I don't see you turning me down," he whispered as they neared the women. Mitch leaned down to give his wife a quick kiss. "I'm going to take Miles in so he can take a look at that shelf in our bedroom."

"Thank you," Stephanie said with exaggerated relief. To Miles she said, "I've been asking him to have you look at that thing for weeks."

Miles stood upright from where he had kneeled next to Amy to kiss her. "I know. I was actually supposed to come by earlier in the week but had to cancel when Lucas got sick."

"I'm just thankful there's someone in the family who knows how to use a hammer," Stephanie teased.

As he and Mitch moved toward the house, Miles advised, "Micah's got the kids, but keep an eye on Tyler. He's up to something and I don't think Micah's quite up to speed on that little demon." They heard their wives' acknowledgement as they entered the house.

"How in the hell does she still think you can't do stuff around here?" Miles asked his brother. "You taught me most of what I know."

Mitch shrugged as they climbed the stairs. "I fix things without telling her then leave the easy, noticeable stuff for you. It's simple, but it works."

They continued to the master bedroom in companionable silence. As he followed Mitch, Miles admired his brother's form. The firm, bulky muscles his brother maintained rivaled some professional bodybuilders and were nice to look at, but his favorite were the large, round glutes that bounced tightly with each step. He liked and enjoyed feeling Mitch on top of him as his brother surrendered to his rut and fucked him like a madman, but he couldn't deny that it was so much better being buried in that ass. As he watched it, he allowed his arousal to grow and felt his dick begin to twitch and grow in his shorts.

Once inside the room, Mitch walked over to one of the widows that overlooked the pool in the backyard. He felt Miles's body press against his back as they peeked through the closed blinds. "Looks like they're all suitably occupied."

Miles remained close to his brother as Mitch turned around. He didn't resist when Mitch grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. It was possessive and dominating. When his lips weren't being bitten, his mouth was filled with his brother's probing tongue. His hands moved around to Mitch's ass and he pulled their crotches together and began to gently hump his brother. When he was allowed to come up for air he said, "Fuck man. Miss me that much?"

"Maybe." Mitch continued to pepper Miles's lips with kisses as his hands roamed his brother's tight back. "You got a problem with that?"

"Not at all." Miles loosened the drawstring on Mitch's swim shorts then stuck his hand inside. He wrapped his hand around the hardening piece of flesh and began to give it slow, short strokes. "I missed you, too."

Mitch let out a growl then pulled their faces back together to repeat the fierce mouth play.

After a few moments, Miles slowly sank to his knees taking Mitch's shorts with him. Using only his lips and tongue, he guided the tip of Mitch's cock into his mouth while his hands busied themselves with kneading his brother's muscular ass cheeks. He focused his energy on sucking the spongy, pointed end and running his tongue under the retracting foreskin. Working his brother's thick cock head was one of his favorite things to do. The feel of it growing and swelling in his mouth along with tasting the essence of masculinity—Mitch's essence—trapped in the foreskin was a singular pleasure that he always felt too many people overlooked. Even under the lingering taste of chlorinated water that clung to Mitch, Miles could taste the musky, fermented flavor of his brother. It was enhanced by the small amount of dick cheese that clung to the slowly retracting foreskin and cock head. Soon, he was lightly grazing his teeth across the firm flesh of the fully inflated crown. As he continued to suckle on the fully engorged end, he loosened the string on his own shorts and pushed a hand under his waistband to begin slowly working his dick.

"Shit," Mitch hissed as he placed a broad hand on Miles's head and began to gently thrust into his brother's mouth. Looking down, his eyes focused on his brother's dick extending above his waistband. "Those two inches seem to get fucking hotter every time I see them."

Miles turned his eyes upward and smiled around the hard dick moving between his lips. He hooked the waistband of his shorts beneath his balls then removed his hand from his dick, letting it sway erratically as it throbbed and twitched. Nearly identical to the one in his mouth, his cock was a thick, fairly straight piece of uncut flesh that ended with a highly flared and pointed tip. But where Mitch had a dick that was a solid eight inches long, his was just over ten inches. The two of them had often joked that the two inches missing from Miles's height had gone to his dick. After seeing Mitch eye him for a moment, he wasn't surprised when Mitch pulled out then turned around.

"I want those inches, bro," Mitch said as he pushed in ass against Mile's face.

Miles grabbed Mitch's lightly furred ass cheeks in each hand and pulled them apart as he extended his tongue and pressed his face into his brother's ass. The flavor of the pool had not reached Mitch's puckered hole and he moaned tasting the funk and musk trapped in the warm skin and auburn hair surrounding it. He sucked and pressed his tongue against the opening feeling it give way easily against the pressure. Soon, the wet sounds of him tongue fucking his brother's ass mixed with their soft moans of pleasure. When Mitch's hips began to match his rhythm, he let his brother ride his tongue while he flicked it around, playing it against the slightly loosened muscle.

Mitch let out a deep moan then with unrestrained need he said, "You gotta give 'em to me now."

Without hesitation, Miles stood and gripped Mitch's hips. "I'll give you the two at the bottom. I know they're your favorite."

Using only the angle of his own hips, Miles lined up his cock and pressed it to his brother's hole. Even though he had worked Mitch's asshole with his tongue it was still mostly dry and progress was slow as he pushed into the opening. His thick crown encountered a good amount of resistance as it tried to enter and he gradually increased the pressure against his brother. Eventually the tight ring expanded just enough to accommodate him and he popped inside with a satisfied groan. As he continued to push forward, the heat of friction steadily grew along with his arousal. Hearing Mitch groan and hiss from the discomfort of the mostly dry entry caused his dick to repeatedly flex and swell, pulsing with need. While he normally would have at least used spit to lubricate himself, he knew they both wanted and needed this primal coupling, to feel nothing but skin against skin. As he continued to push, his cock moved deeper into Mitch with skips and stutters as their flesh stuck to each other then released unexpectedly. By the time his trimmed, yet still bushy, pubic hair finally pressed against Mitch's ass, they were both breathing heavily from the exertion.

Though it was what he wanted, Mitch grunted and whimpered wantonly as Miles pulled back and tried to find a rhythm. His hole burned from the dry entry and he could feel it sticking uncomfortably to his brother's hard flesh. It took a good amount of time for his ring to loosen and for Miles's cock to become lubricated enough with his ass juices to allow easier passage. By that point, he was shivering with need and could barely focus. Uncertain of how long they had been gone, he peeked around the blinds again to check that everyone was still occupied outside. Stephanie happened to be looking up at the same time so he waved to her then held up a thumb while mouthing that Miles was taking care of things. Seeing her smile in response, he put the blinds back in place and let out a deep moan. "Fuck, she just saw me."

"Good thing she didn't see me, too," Miles said as he increased the speed of his hips.

"I know. But that was so fucking hot."

"What? Getting caught with your ass being fucked by your baby brother? We'd both be in some deep shit."

"True. But it was still hot."

Miles didn't respond. Instead, he closed his eyes, leaned his head forward and rested it in the center of his brother's broad back in the cleft between his shoulders. Even though Mitch's musky scent already surrounded them, it was more potent this close to him. Miles relaxed his tight grip on Mitch's hips and moved one hand to run over his brother's swollen chest and to play with the dense fur he found there. Occasionally, his hand found the small clearings around the firm, pointed nipples and he took a moment to flick and pinch at them before returning to the forest of auburn hair. With his world essentially taken up by the erotic gravity of his brother, he soon felt his stored load bubbling up from his balls and made no move to stop it. "Shit, Mitch. Here it comes."

Mitch braced one hand against the wall as Miles repeatedly slammed into him with a vengeance. He felt the heat of his brother's release in his ass before his raw hole registered the final swelling and stiffening of Miles's cock. Miles continued to thrust into him with diminishing force as his cock unloaded. However, even after Miles's hips stopped moving, Mitch could still feel his brother's steely hardness bucking and pulsing inside him. He waited a moment until he heard Miles sigh with relief behind him before removing the still hard and twitching cock from his ass and turning around. Without a word, he pushed Miles back to his knees and pushed his throbbing dick between his brother's lips. He grabbed a handful of Miles's hair and set up a quick pace fucking his mouth. When his brother raised his left hand and gripped his cock in the fist, Mitch moaned out loud.

While he often teased Miles about his thing for Mitch's musky smell and taste, he knew Miles was well aware of how turned on he got from seeing and feeling his baby brother's wedding band on his cock. The feel of the cool metal stroking against the hard heat of his dick always took his arousal to the next level. While they both acknowledged how horny the taboo was of fucking each other as brothers, Mitch liked the two of them dicking each other even more now that they were both married. It wasn't the cheating itself that he liked, it was knowing that they were both straight men who liked dick occasionally but loved fucking each other whenever they could.

Already on the edge from having his brother's load deep inside him, Mitch soon began to shoot into Miles's mouth.

After quickly swallowing the first two large shots, Miles took his time savoring the remainder of Mitch's essence as it entered his mouth. The clotted cream was highly bitter and salty with no trace of sweetness. It was a perfect reflection of the man Mitch was.

"Fuck," Mitch said explosively after the bulk of his orgasm passed. Blinking through his hazy vision, he looked down and smiled at Miles who was still sucking the dregs from his deflating cock. "You can stop now. You know I'll let you have it whenever you want it."

"I know," Miles said with a bit of reluctance. As he got to his feet he said, "But maybe next time I don't get to taste it because you shoot it up my ass."

"We'll see."

Miles didn't need to hear his brother's noncommittal tone to know that it probably wasn't going to happen that way.

After pulling up their shorts, they shared another deep kiss then made short work of the shelf before heading back downstairs.

"Damn," Mitch said with a mix of satisfaction and annoyance as they reached the reached the ground floor. "You wrecked my hole. I can't close it and I feel your jizz leaking out of me."

"Guess you'll just have to go for a dip," Miles said without remorse.

Just before they turned a corner to be revealed by the glass door to the back yard, Mitch pushed Miles against the wall and took his mouth in a final, deep kiss. When he finally broke away he said, "Smug shit. If you were two inches taller, I'd kick your ass like a man."

Miles shrugged and stepped around the corner. "That's okay. I'll put my two inches against yours any day."

As they walked outside, Miles watched his brother head directly for the pool. He smiled as he grabbed a fresh beer upon seeing the wet spot in the seat of his brother's shorts.

"Is it fixed?"

Miles turned to his sister-in-law and said, "I took care of things and Mitch is as happy and satisfied as always."

"I bet he is," Stephanie responded as she shared a look with Amy.

--

"I'm taking you down, runt!"

Miles ignored his brother as he stood still in his driveway, dribbling the ball he had just stolen.

"I know all your moves," Mitch said as he stepped in front of his brother and stood to his full height. "You're not gonna get by—Damnit!"

Using his brother's attention to his own smack talk against him, Miles easily faked right then went left to make the game winning basket. Not hiding his smug satisfaction, he said, "Looks like this runt just won. Again."

"Whatever."

Miles laughed at his brother's foul mood. "It's amazing that you've never beat me at a game of one on one. How is that possible? I mean, you are taller than me and everything. You just keep proving that I got the two inches that matter."

"Shut up," Mitch said harshly, but the smile on his lips softened the sentiment.

"Even though you lost, I'll still give you that massage," Miles said as he led his brother inside the house. "I keep telling you, you need a fucking vacation. The whole point of hiring people to work for you was to work less, not more."

"You're right. I know you're right. But I just need—"

"—to make sure they know what they're doing. I know. You've been saying that for almost two years now. It's fucking grass, Mitch. Not trying to trivialize it, because we both know I fucking hate doing my own lawn and am happy to toss you money to take care of it, but it really is not that hard to tow a mower around and cut grass. You got a few good guys, trust them. Let them do their thing, ya fucking control freak. If you'd learn to relax, you wouldn't carry around all that stress."