Jocks of the South Pt. 07

Matt shook his head, pushing back some of his medium-length, tan hair. As the sun came through his curtains, it hit his brilliant cream skin and turned his hair a glowing blond. Like Francis, he was wearing nothing but his boxer briefs.

"Nah man, it's been pretty long. I wanna stay longer but I can't miss a week of class. I'm already failing one my classes, don't need to get behind on my other work."

Francis tried to hold his laughter, looking a bit enviously at his brother. His chest was much more pronounced than his, and his beach-blond hair was an instant turn on for the ladies. As well, he had really bright blue eyes. He also sported a square jaw, and high cheekbones—perhaps the only thing the two of them shared physically.

"That sucks, man. It's fine if you don't wanna stay. But we've gotta spend more time together, then, some other day."

"You know it," Matt answered, now rummaging through a cooler for another beer.

Francis watched his brother's big, eight-pack of abs ripple. Francis had been trying so long to get his six pack like that, but so far to no avail. Fortunately, he thought, they both had the same thigh-width: strong, muscular legs that rippled with each movement and a fat matching ass that made girls stare. Matt's body, however, wasn't touched by a single hair. From the multiple times he'd seen his brother's naked ass, he knew that the only thing hairy about Matt were his pubes and his pits. The only other places he had hair was on his head, his eyelashes, and his eyebrows. At least Francis could grow a beard.

Matt sat back down beside Francis on the bed. Their legs brushed against each other, but Francis tried to focus on the porn instead.

"Here," Matt said, passing his brother a joint.

Francis took it without hesitation. He put it to his mouth, aware of the sticky wetness from Matt's lips. It was strange for Francis—to be aware of every little thing that seemed gay to him, like he was hypersensitive or something.

A month ago, he would have thought nothing about sharing a joint or grazing against his best friend's body parts. But now, as they sat there with a tent pitched in their underwear, Francis couldn't help but think whether this was a guy-thing or just remotely gay. He shook the hazy thoughts clear of his head—he did this kinda stuff with all his friends too, so why should he worry?

Francis began rubbing his dick, watching the man on the TV pump in and out of the girl's pussy. She was looking back up at him, wailing and moaning, muttering his name and arching her back. The man kept driving his shaft into her, fucking her like a machine and not even caring to admire her fat, bouncing titties or the looks of pleasure she was giving him.

Francis watched the dick go in and out, and how little the man actually did. He just kept his hands on her waist, pile-driving himself onto her. It suddenly made sense why Nick had chosen Matt over him. Francis just hoped he could make it up to him before it was too late.

"She's so hot," Matt said, letting Francis keep the joint and instead focusing on the screen. Then, as if it were a normal part of their day, Matt just whipped his dick out of boxer briefs and began to stroke himself. It was over nine inches and had a nice girth to match. He also had a nice long vein running down the underside, making his pink head throb in pleasure. He wrapped his hand around his member, stroking it up and down and staring intently at the screen, not taking his eyes off. "Fuck," he muttered, as the chick groaned even louder. It didn't surprise Francis that Matt was up for shooting another quick load.

Francis took his dick out too. He felt himself thrusting the air, rubbing himself up and fapping his boner rapidly. His foreskin made the sounds of jerking off echo across the room and the balls still inside his boxers were loose and were smacking onto his big thighs.

"Shit, I'm so horny," Francis heard himself say.

Matt took his eyes off the screen. He still hadn't cum yet. "You want me to finish what we started in there?" Matt asked, nudging his head to the wet shower.

Francis looked at his brother, a grin on his face. "Sure man. Jerk me off."

Matt gave him a horny smile. He scooted closer to Francis, both their thighs pressed against each other now. Francis let go of his dick for only a second when he felt Matthew's warm, soft hand wrap around it. He kept a nice grip—not too tight, but well enough that it felt like he was trying to milk the cum out of Francis' cock.

"Fffuck," Francis said, thrusting his hips into Matthew's hand. "Thanks, bro,"

Matthew looked back at the chick. "No prob."

Remembering Matthew's own cock, Francis hesitantly reached his hand for Matthew's dick.

"Don't worry about it bro. We'll do you first. We can worry about me later."

Francis smiled at him. "Thanks."

Matt nodded. He pulled his own underwear down to his ankles and began to rub his balls with his free hand. He kept jerking Francis, varying the strokes and reaching up and down to his most sensitive areas. It seemed like touching another man's dick was turning Matt on as well.

Francis closed his eyes and pushed his legs wide apart, feeling Matt's smooth thighs and muscular calfs against his. Their feet touched, and in that moment, Francis felt even closer with his brother—both their legs nearly intertwined.

Francis took in breaths of relief as the pleasure swept over him. It felt so nice to have a hand on his cock, squeezing the pre-cum out of his head and using it to lube up his shaft. The soft hand went down into his thick mess of pubes, tickling his skin and making Francis' groin prickle in ecstasy. Then his brother's hand came back up to his head and lingered for a bit, rubbing the loose, wet skin around it in a tease and then playfully going back down.

Matt picked up speed. He helped Francis push his boxers down, which allowed his balls to bounce up and down even faster, making wild noises. They jiggled like they were on springs, the soft, hairless skin of his sack slapping against his thighs. As the chick on-screen began to scream her partner's name, Francis felt himself fuck Matt's hand. He began to thrust harder, playing with his balls and his pubes with both hands. He moaned soft swear words, weak murmurs and groaned at his bro's touch, letting out hot sighs of pleasure.

"Shit, man," Francis muttered, breaking the silence. The hand-job was making him weak, and he never felt to sensitive to a guy's touch before. In past times, it had just been about getting his rocks off, but now, he was actually enjoying another man's touch—his best friend's. His brother's. "Matt that's awesome."

"Glad to know I'm good," Matthew laughed, wiping some sweat off of his bulging, pink pecs.

Francis kept fucking the air, wagging his dick up and down and keeping his mouth open to taste the steamy, humid air that smelled like cum and weed. But despite the sensations on his cock, he couldn't help but feel as though he wanted more. And he knew his brother would be willing to give it to him. Matt liked sucking cock almost as much as Nick did. "Matt... could you... blow me?"

Matt suddenly slowed his pace, looking up at Francis. "What? Really?"

"Yeah, dude. I... I really need it."

Matt looked surprised. "I thought... I thought you didn't wanna do that anymore," he said, focusing on pleasuring Francis' tip, trying to open him up a bit. "I though you said we grew out of that."

He shook his head. "I don't care right now. I'm so fucking horny, I'd do just about anything."

Matt smiled, a horny grin across his face. "Anything?"

"No anal, Matt. Just head."

"Good enough for me..." Matt muttered, suddenly turning his whole body. He faced Francis' crotch, looking up at him with doleful eyes. "You sure you want this?"

"Yeah." He nodded. "Do it. I'm so hard right now."

Matt gently put his fingers on Francis' cock and pulled slightly, slowly revealing his red-hot cock. His surrounding pubes were soft and curly, and as Matt pulled down to the base of the stud's cock, Matt could feel his own erection shooting weak lines of pre-cum across the bed. Matt got close to Francis' shaft, letting the thick, veiny cock hit him in the chin and graze his face and nose. It spread pre-cum where it touched, and Francis let out low sigh as the sensitive skin of his member brushed Matt's face.

"I've been wanting to do this again..." Matt said, looking at the eight inches of throbbing meat. "I needed to suck some dick while I was here."

Francis smirked, showing Matt his white teeth. "Then just do it."

Matt gently put his lips to the head of Francis' cock, kissing the tip and taking the base of his shaft into his hand. He pulled his boxers further down with the other hand, exposing his loose balls and his tanned, muscular thighs.

"Fffuuucck..." Francis gasped, feeling Matt's soft lips against his pulsing head. The hunk pushed his tongue into Francis' piss-slit, invading the most sensitive part of his body and making his squirm in pleasure. Francis' legs felt weak, and he was afraid that he'd melt into Matt's mouth at any moment.

Matt licked up the few drops of pre-cum that leaked from the shaft and turned to Francis. "I forgot how good you tasted," he said, grinning like a school boy.

"Suck that cock, Matty," Francis whispered, putting his hands through Matt's hair and slowly guiding his mouth back to his throbbing, wet schlong.

Matt pulled down on his foreskin again then put his tongue to Francis' cock, slowly licking up the fluids leaking out of his brother's head. Then he looked back up to see if it was okay, if his brother really still wanted it.

"Fuckkk...." Francis moaned, closing his eyes and throwing his head back. His hands were on his chest, playing with his hard nipples, occasionally pinching and twisting them as Matt downed his bro's massive dick. "Fuck, don't stop, bro."

"Mmmm..." Matt smiled at him, before going deeper on Francis' member. He licked the juices off the throbbing shaft, feeling the gritty sweat against his tongue and the thick, creamy wads of pre-cum lubricate his mouth. He could taste the leftover cum from Francis' fuck with Nick last night, despite the two brothers having showered that morning. There was the unmistakable taste of Nick's ass, and his brother's dick was a familiar texture, one that he had missed ever since he'd gone away to college.

"Just like that, Matty," Francis whined, bucking his hips into Matthew's face. His pecs twitched and his abs clenched as his brother sucked him off, milking the pre-ejaculate from his sensitive, red tip. Francis rubbed a hand through Matt's hair, and then put his arm behind his head, exposing his hairy, sweaty pits. "Keep going, bro."

Matt chocked and gagged on his cock, using a hand to guide the engorged member in and out of his mouth. He could feel his brother's heart beating through his thick boner, and his erect shaft was pulsing erratically in his hole. Matt downed his whole shaft, letting his hard head hit the back of his throat. His face was buried in Francis' long bushy pubes, which still smelled like cum, sweat and piss. Apparently Matt hadn't cleaned his brother well enough.

Matt took more of the hot, meaty pole into his mouth, feeling the soft skin tingle and sizzle with heat against his tongue. Matt pulled the man's boxers down to his ankles, fully exposing his thick, hairy legs to the both of them.

The veins were pulsing hard inside of Matt, as the sweaty penis filled his mouth. The stud let out low moans of ecstasy as Matt went down on him, taking more and more penis. With the dick all the way in, the head now jamming itself hard on the back of Matt's throat, the beach hunk choked and gurgled up pre-cum, slobbering his spit all over the meaty pole.

"Oh fuckkk... oh shit... that's amazing, Matt..."

Matt smiled as he withdrew from the cock, still keeping the glans tight between his lips. Then, as Francis thrusted his groin into Matt's face again, the dick came hard into his mouth, jamming Matt full. Matt began cocking his head, massaging his gaping, hungry hole up and down Francis' hard shaft.

"Uhhnnnn..." Francis sighed, his mouth open and drooling with desperation for Matt's touch. Matty's big hands were gripped around Francis' cock, his fingers tangled in his pubic hair. Francis' muscular crotch twitched and flexed as Matt sucked him off, salivating all over his rigid, flopping member.

"Mmmmmm..." he smiled at Francis, watching the sheer pleasure etched across Francis' face, and the surprise of knowing that another man was capable of giving him these sensations—his own brother. Francis' dick squirted more pre-cum into his mouth, some beginning to escape Matt's eager lips and instead dripping down his chin.

"Ughhhh... fuck, I'm almost there. Don't stop."

Matt nodded, pursing his wet lips and hardening his blows. He picked up the pace, going down on him even further. His pubes grazed Matt's eyes, and he could feel the stiff head attack the backside of his throat. But Matt's insides ached with desire. He was squatting on the floor and his bare naked ass, with his balls hanging low enough to nearly graze the ground, was clenching and puckering in anticipation, desperate for something to penetrate him.

Matt worked hard on him, using his tongue to massage the scorching hot cock-head and fat, veiny shaft. His hands were on his brother's hairy, naked thighs, while his mouth engulfed the entire length of his penis, making him gag and choke on the man's length and girth. He forced himself down on the swollen boner, wanting to pleasure the hot stud and get him off.

"Jesus!" Francis yelled, putting both his hands on Matt's head and pushing his face further down on his dick, biting his lip and thrusting hard. Matt sucked him off eagerly, tasting his brother's sperm and feeling his cock jerk violently while Matt's own ass craved cock.

Then, with a series of hard thrusts, and after his hips began to buck violently, Francis' cock jerked and his balls crumpled.

"Fuucckkk!"

Three powerful jets of his hot jock-spunk attacked the back of Matt's throat, slathering his skin with the thick, salty semen and filling his mouth up in the bitter saltiness. The manly fluid felt heavy and it tasted so good, leaking and dripping out of Matt's hole as he tried to swallow his brother's seed.

Matt choked on his spunk, as two more shots escaped his slit and hit the roof of his mouth. Meanwhile, Francis was wiggling and writhing in pleasure, unable to catch his breathe as the bliss of Matt's mouth milked his cock of all it's sperm, and then he began to realize that his brother had swallowed every bit of it. After a few moments of Matt continuing to slobber on his fat cock, Francis could see that he was still erect, despite, having unloaded in Matty's mouth, and there was a urge deep inside him that told him to go for more.

"Holy shit, dude..." Francis muttered, rubbing the sweat off his massively hard, hairy pecs and his furry abs. He could feel Matt stare at his monstrous shaft as well as his bulky body, longing for something else.

Matt let his brother's dick out of his mouth, looking up at him with a slight grin. There was still cum on his chin and slobber across his lips. He licked it up, swallowing even that tiny amount. He didn't let any cum go to waste—not his brother's.

"That was great, bro..." Francis said, his voice weak and out of breath.

"I need you to fuck me," Matt told him abruptly, getting to his feet now. He was the older brother, and what he said was law. He needed his best friend to plough him hard and fast like he'd ploughed Nick. And he needed it now.

"I... I just came, dude."

"So? You still look hard to me."

Francis knew he was right... and there was something about having his brother suck him off that made Francis feel incredibly masculine and powerful. His hips were aching for action, and his dick was still twitching, making his loose balls bounce. "I... I don't wanna fuck you," Francis lied.

Matt was adamant. He climbed overtop his brother, leaning on his shoulders to push him hard against the bed, in order not to escape. Matthew's ass waved dangerously close over Francis' erection, but as the beach hunk wrapped his legs around the younger jock's waist, his ass slipped silently behind the trembling boner, grazing the shaft with his soft, hairy balls.

"Yes you do, little bro. I can feel it, right here," Matt said, putting his big hands over Francis' wet, hairy pec. The film of sweat over them was enticing, and huge drops rolled down his bulging chest and nipples, reaching his abs and now covering Matt's own body.

"It's wrong..." Francis stuttered, slowly wrapping his hands around Matt's waist. He began to clench his brother's fat ass, feeling the thick globes with his fingers. His cheeks were large and perky, bouncy like basketballs. He couldn't stop himself from feeling the meat in his palms. It was an ass that almost rivalled Nick's. Almost.

"Who cares, bro? I'll be gone in a few hours. This will be our only chance. Let's just do it, man. Like old times."

Francis cock ached. He wanted to fuck his older brother, especially with the hard, muscular body overtop his. He wanted to dominate his bro, to show him who the man of the house was, but something about his situation made his balls quiver. Maybe he was just that horny. "We were teenagers our last time together, Matty... we could barely get laid. It was different back then."

"I don't give a fuck." Matt rubbed Francis' pecs, then moved his hands down his hard abs and began to play with Francis cock again. He rubbed the massive tool, massaging the meat and stretching his foreskin. A sigh of ecstasy escaped Francis' sweaty face, and he closed his eyes, accepting his brother's touch. "I taught you how to fuck... and for that, you owe me. Show me how you've grown since I've been gone."

"Matt... I..."

"I'm gonna ride you," Matt said assertively. His ass was hurting so bad, wanting a fat dick to penetrate it more than anything. And Francis was more than man enough to do it.

"No. No riding. If we're gonna do this... we do it my way. I'll fuck you myself, Matty," Francis commanded, already lifting Matt off of him so that he could insert his penis inside his pink hole.

Matt smiled. He knew that would get his brother's attention.

Francis pulled on his cock, beginning to line it up to Matt's hole. "I'm... I'm going in raw, bro."

Matt nodded. "I've already lubed you up," he said, smiling a bit. "And my ass is watering for that dick."

"Then let me at it..." Francis ran his hands over Matt's cheeks, grabbing a fistful and spreading them apart. He needed to ram his cock inside of that hole. Matt then adjusted himself, lowering his fat cheeks onto Francis' cock. He squealed, moaning in pain as the schlong entered his dripping wet cunt, spewing pre-cum all over both their balls and thighs.

"Oh fuck!" he exclaimed, as Francis cock began to enter him.

"Shiiiitt..." Francis moaned, letting Matt settle on his dick. He was inside his own brother, who so desperately needed a good, thorough fucking. Francis dick shivered as his brother's flesh wrapped around his shaft, warming him up and rubbing his bulging veins and throbbing head. His ass came down around Francis' balls, his large weight turning the jock on. Francis was fucking another jock, one who needed to be bred as much as Francis needed to fuck. And this was someone he loved, his best friend. Suddenly, Francis realized that for Matt, he'd be willing to do anything.

"Ooooohhh fuckkk..." Matt whined, pushing himself further down on his dick as he held onto Francis' broad shoulders and twitching pecs. His nipples were sharp like glass, fully erect and turned on for a good fuck.