I guess I was around 18 or so when my brother, Al, came home after being away in prison for a few years.

Al had always been kinda wild, apparently, and blew it when he was 18 by holding up a convenience store. He got charged with armed robbery and that was that. Lucky for him, it was his first major offence and he'd only just turned 18 so I guess the judge cut him some slack. I hadn't really seen much of him in the five years he was away. A couple of visits, some phone calls, that was kinda it. I did remember thinking how cool he was when I was a kid, but then a 15-year old is gonna think his older brother is pretty cool anyway, especially a risk taker like Al.

Al had no place to go when he came out so Dad said he could come back home, at least until he got back on his feet, but he'd better toe the line. Al was, by then, 23.

He'd sure beefed up since being sent to prison. I figure at 5'11" Al probably clocked in at 180lbs of hard-packed muscle on what I remember as being kinda a skinny frame. Old photos of Al sort of bore that out. He was goodlooking and all, but skinny. He'd packed on a good 40 lbs of muscle while away. He also had a super cool tattoo down over his shoulder, bicep, and over his right chest. I thought it was neat. Mom was none too happy about it. Dad just shrugged and didn't say much about it. I guess Al had it done in prison.

While Al was away, we'd moved so Dad said I'd have to share my room with Al for awhile.

"It won't be forever, Tyler, just until the lad can get situated," Dad said.

"Yeah, it's okay. I don't mind," I said.

There sure was a lot of excitement the day Al got home. Mom had spent all day preparing this big dinner and making sure the house was clean and stuff. Dad went to meet Al's bus and bring him home. I was kinda excited, too, and maybe even a little nervous. When he walked through the door I hardly recognized him. Not only had he beefed up, like I said, but he'd clipped his curly hair real short on the sides and up the back, and he had this look about him — kind of wary and as if he was checking everything around him out. He seemed happy to be home, though.

Mom fussed over him all through dinner. Al didn't say much and neither did Dad. I sat across the table from my brother and kept checking him out. I mean, yeah it was Al, but it was like he wasn't Al, y'know. A couple of times Al would look up from his plate, which Mom kept piling food onto, and catch me looking at him. Years ago, he would have grinned at me, or kicked me under the table, or something. Instead, he just sort of gazed back at me, real steady-like, and it kinda gave me a funny feeling in the pit of my stomach. I'd look away real quick.

Mom was going on about family gossip, who had had kids, what they were doing, stuff like that. Al smiled a few times, but pretty much kept his thoughts to himself.

Finally, I blurted out a question about what it was like in prison.

"Tyler!" Mom exclaimed, a spoonful of mashed potatoes suspended halfway between the bowl and Al's plate. "Don't ask stuff like that! Al doesn't want to talk about…about that."

"It's okay, Mom. He just wants to know…maybe he should know…" Al said quietly.

"He doesn't need to know any of it," Dad said gruffily "He's not going to end up there like you did…"

"Oh?" Al said, real evenly "And why's that? Oh, I know — he's not a little shit like I was, right?"

"Al! Please…" Mom whined "Not on your first day home…"

"Sorry, Mom…but maybe you should be telling Dad that, uh? Oh, I forgot — can't tell the goddamned old man anything. He's fuckin' always right…"

"Hey, watch your mouth!" Dad snarled "You're not in the goddamned prison yard now, mister…"

"Right…" said Al, still real quiet like.

"If you're gonna be in this house…" Dad started, putting his knife and fork down.

"Yeah, yeah, I know'I gotta play by your rules…" interrupted Al. "At least that hasn't changed any…"

"Oh, like you ever listened to us anyway. We were so hard on you, poor little Al. Seems to me we shoulda been a lot harder on you, maybe then…"

"Maybe then what, huh? Maybe a couple more whuppings woulda straightened me out, is that it, huh? You smack Tyler around like you used to smack me around, do ya? Because if you do,it stops right here, right now…"

Dad glared at Al.

"I never laid a hand on Tyler…never had to…but you? Oh, you were a piece of work…"

"Yeah, right…"

Mom got up from the table, sobbing, and hurried into the kitchen. Dad let out a deep sigh and pushed his chair back from the table and stood up. I saw Al tense.

"Now look what you've done! You've upset your mother, and after all the work she put in to make things nice. Happy now?" Dad said and followed Mom into the kitchen. I sat there picking at my food, not saying anything as we could hear Dad in the kitchen with Mom.

"I won't have it, I tell you. I won't. I said he could stay here and that's fine. It's what you wanted, Marg. But so help me, I am not going through this again with him. He screws up this time and he's out, do you hear me? Out. Enough, alright? Enough."

I could hear Mom murmuring something and Dad cursing, then silence. A few minutes later Mom came back to the table, sat down, flicked her napkin across her lap and asked me to pass her some veggies. Dad came back a few seconds later, narrowing his eyes at Al, and sat down and resumed eating. The balance of the meal was eaten in silence. Lovely.

As I cleared the table after dinner, Dad retreated to his study and closed the door. Al went out on the verandah and lit a cigarette. I helped Mom wash the dishes.

"It'll be okay, Mom," I said as I wiped the plates and put them away.

"Oh, I know. It's an adjustment for everyone. I know. It's just Al and your father…well, they never got along. I don't know, I really don't." she sighed. "I was hoping maybe Al, now that he's grown up a bit, might have learned not to sass back. He knows how his Dad reacts to that…"

"Yeah."

Mom looked at me and smiled.

"Oh nothing…it's just…well, we never had a moment's problem with you. You always were so eager to please. Just a nice kid. Not that Al isn't a nice boy…young man…he is. It's just he seems hell-bent to stir things up." she shrugged. "Promise me, you'll help him out. It's going to be an adjustment for him after…what he's gone through…if he needs to talk, maybe he'll go to you…"

"Sure, Mom, no problem," I said, hugging her.

Later that evening Al and I were up in my room. I'd already stripped down to my briefs and climbed into bed while Al was down the hall brushing his teeth and taking a whizz, I suppose. My bedside lamp was on, casting a soft light through the room. Al came back in and quietly closed the door and glanced over at me.

"Hey…" he said.

I smiled.

Al sat on the cot Dad had set up for him in my room and undid his runners and eased them off then rolled his socks down over his feet and neatly folded them inside his runners before peeling off his tee shirt up over his head, the firm muscles along his arms and sides rippling.

As he stood up to undo his jeans, I felt a funny feeling run through me. I propped myself up in my bed and watched. I wanted to see him naked, I realized.

"Did you get that done in prison?" I asked.

"What? This?" Al replied, glancing down at his tattoo.

"Yeah."

"Yep, I did."

"It's neat."

"Neat?" Al chuckled as he undid his buckle and popped the button on the waistband of his jeans.

"Yeah…you know, cool. Interesting…"

"Yeah, I get it. The guy who did it used to do it professionally. Some of the ink the guys had was pretty rough."

"Do a lot of guys in prison have tattoos?" I asked.

Al paused, his fingers holding the tug of his zipper, and looked over at me.

"Yep."

"Oh."

I watched as Al pulled down his zipper and slid his jeans down over his powerful legs, now lightly dusted with fine dark hair. He wore a pair of baggy white boxers.

Al climbed into bed. As he bent over to turn back the quilt, the material of his shorts stretched across his ass. I couldn't help but look. His butt looked to be as powerful as the rest of him. Al slipped in under the covers, lying on his back, his arms tucked in behind his head. I could see the dark patches of hair under each arm and that funny feeling swept through me again.

"Al?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you glad to be home?"

"Sure."

"No, I mean are you really glad…?"

Al turned his head towards me and seemed to be studying me for a few seconds.

"Beats where I was this time yesterday, that's for sure."

"I guess, huh? So, what's it like?"

"Huh?"

"Prison…what was it like?"

"Not great, that's for sure." Al said, quietly, staring up at the ceiling.

I was silent for a few minutes.

"So…was it really horrible?"

Al turned his face toward me again.

"At first…yeah…pretty bad. After a while it got better. Not much, but better."

"What changed?" I asked.

"I changed. I grew up, real fast." he said quietly.

"Whaddya mean?" I asked.

Al fixed a steady gaze on me and shrugged.

"You really don't wanna know, Ty, trust me…" he whispered. I liked he had called me Ty. He used to always call me that when I was little.

"Yeah, I do…" I whispered back.

Al sighed and rolled over on his side, facing away from me.

"G'night…douse the light when you're ready okay?"

"Okay. Good night. I'm glad your home."

I thought I heard a slight catch in Al's breathing, but wasn't sure. I turned out the light and rolled over facing away and closed my eyes. I couldn't fall asleep. I turned onto my other side and opened my eyes and gazed over towards where Al was breathing softly, the light from the street lamp outside casting a blue-ish white light across his body. He'd pushed the quilt down and I could see his back and part of his leg sticking out the side. I was glad he was home and here with me. I must've drifted off.

When I woke up next morning, I looked over to where Al's cot was. It was already made and he was nowhere to be seen. I stretched and got up, got dressed, took a whizz, and padded downstairs. Al was sitting at the kitchen table, shirtless, drinking coffee and flipping through the morning paper. Mom and Dad were nowhere to be seen. As I entered the kitchen, Al glanced up and grinned.

"Morning sunshine…" he said.

"Hey…" I answered, rummaging around in the fridge for some orange juice.

"Where are Mom and Dad?" I asked as I sat down across the table from Al and helped myself to some toast on the plate in the middle of the table.

"Oh…Mom had some errands and Dad drove her downtown."

I nodded and munched on the toast.

"Sleep okay?" I asked.

"Huh-uh. You?"

"Yeah…"

"Good."

I munched some more toast.

"Whaddya doing today?" I asked.

"I dunno yet. Maybe wander over to the rec centre, see what's up over there. Is Coach Wilson still around?"

"Oh yeah…"

"Huh…maybe I'll look him up. He might have a job or something, ya think?"

"Maybe. That'd be good. It'd keep Dad off your back anyway…"

"Yeah, well…I'm not worried about Dad. I just need to be doin' something…"

I didn't see Al for most of the day and was busy doing my own stuff anyway. Dinner was uneventful. Dad headed to his study after dinner, like usual, as Al and I helped Mom clean up. Once the dishes were done, Al went out on the verandah for a cigarette. I wandered out and leaned up against the rail.

"Those things will kill ya, ya know," I said.

Al shrugged.

"Probably."

"You never used to smoke…"

"Yeah, well…things change."

"Guess there isn't much else to do in prison, huh?"

Al took a long drag off his butt, and didn't say anything at first.

"I wouldn't say that…" he murmured, before stubbing the cigarette out. "Think I'll pop down to the Horse And Anchor for a bit, have a couple of beers, see whose around. Catch ya later." And off he went.

He was gone for the better part of the evening. In fact, everyone was in bed when I heard him come in. It was probably about one in the morning.

He eased the bedroom door closed and I heard him walk quietly across the floor, until he barked his shin against the edge of his cot.

"Fuckin' geezus!!" he swore. I sat up and switched on the bedside lamp.

"Sorry, man…didn't mean to wake you," he said, looking over at me and rubbing his shin.

"You didn't. I was awake anyway. You okay?"

"Oh, sure. Just bumped up against this stupid cot in the dark. I'll live…"

He sat down a undid his sneakers, just like the previous night, and undressed for bed. He wore boxers again only these ones were gray.

"How was the pub?"

"Okay. Good." he answered.

"Have a good time?"

"Yeah, it was nice to have a couple of beers…well, more'n a couple I suppose," he chuckled.

"I guess, huh."

"Yeah, feelin' pretty good right about now," he said, tucking his arms behind his head again. It was a warm night and I guess he'd been sweating a bit because I could see a little bit of moisture glistening amidst the dark sliky hairs of his pits. Once again, that warm feeling washed over me.

"Al?"

"Yassa…"

"Did you bunk in with someone in prison?"

"Oh, yeah…"

"I thought so. Was he…nice…"

"Nice? No, I wouldn't exactly call him 'nice.'"

"He wasn't mean to you, was he?" I asked.

Al turned towards me and squinted a bit.

"What do you mean by 'mean?'" he asked.

"I dunno…just mean…"

"Hmmm…you ask a lot of questions, huh?" Al said.

"I guess. I just wanna know what it was like for you. I want to understand."

"You wanna know what it was like for me, huh?"

I nodded.

"Okay…here it is…I was a skinny 18-year old kid in with a bunch of tough hard guys…guys who had done some pretty serious stuff. Guys who had been in there for a long, long time."

I swallowed.

"Wh-What happened?"

"The first night, five guys held me down, okay? You understand?" Al said, giving me a quick glance.

"I think so…they beat you up, right?"

Al chuckled, but not like he thought anything was funny.

"Oh yeah, they beat me up alright…do you know what happens to a young guy in prison, huh?"

I shook my head.

"He gets fucked…"

I gasped.

"No way! Did…did that happen to you?" I asked.

"Yeah, it happened to me. Damn rights it happened to me…or it did until I got smart…"

"What do you mean?"

Al sat up and swung his legs over the edge of his cot.

"You really wanna hear this shit?" he asked.

I nodded.

Al shrugged.

"Fine…first rule of survival in there is, if you don't wanna be gangbanged in the showers or the can all the time, you find yourself a…protector…you still get fucked and you still suck cock, but at least it's only one, not fifteen…."

My eyes widened and a light sweat broke out on my skin. I felt a stirring in my crotch as well. A mental image of Al sucking a cock popped through my brain and I got hard.

"Wow…" I said, quietly.

"The second rule of survival is you work to not be this skinny kid, to earn some respect…"

"Is that why you got those muscles?"

"Yeah, that's why. If you're big, guys leave ya the fuck alone…only my cellie…my cellmate…he was bigger."

"So?"

"So, even after I packed on the muscle, I sucked his cock for him, okay?"

"He made you?"

"Yeah, he made me…at first…" Al said, going quiet.

"He…fuck you…too?" I asked, slipping my hand down inside the waistband of my shorts under the covers.

Al looked at me and a slight smile played across his lips.

"Yeah…he fucked me…that stopped after a while."

"Once word gets around a guy is fucking some new young punk, the other guys see ya differently…"

"Y-you fucked a guy?" I asked.

"Guys…plural…lots of guys, okay?"

My mouth went dry and I had to swallow. Hard. I noticed Al's hand had drifted to between his legs. I glanced over then quickly raised my eyes to see my brother studying me, that half smile playing around his lips again.

"Whaddya doin' under that quilt, Ty? Huh?"

N-Nuthin'…" I stammered.

"You playing with your dick, is that it? This shit turning you on, little bro, huh?"

I shook my head, biting my lower lip nervously. My hand froze inside my briefs.

Al got up and was up next to my bed in two strides. He whipped back the covers before I had a chance to pull my hand out of my shorts.

"I thought so…" he whispered, groping himself. I could see the crotch of his boxers swelling and knew Al was getting hard. I swallowed again and felt the perspiration bead up on my forehead.

Al stood there for a few seconds, towering over me, before reaching out to cup the back of my head and pull it towards him.

"Go on…you want to, don't you? I've seen how you look at me…oh yeah, I've noticed. Go ahead, take it out. It's okay, I'll let you…" he whispered.

Slowly, nervously, I raised my hand and reached inside the fly of his boxers. I felt the thick powerful tube of his dick arched down the side of his boxers and I slid my fingers around it. Al groaned a little, but otherwise didn't move or say anything. I glanced up at him and saw him staring down at me. He nodded his head a little and I tugged his fat, unclipped cock up and out the fly of his boxers.

"Yeeeah…that's it…." he whispered, gently massaging the back of my head as he pulled me in closer "Go on…get your mouth around it…do it, Ty. I want you to."

I felt giddy, dizzy, my heart pounding the blood through my veins and it felt like I couldn't get my breath. Al's cock was now full-up hard, the mushroom head shining dully in the pale yellow light of the bedside table as it pushed its way up out of the fold of skin. The thick warm shaft seemed to almost pulse in my hand, the prominent veins tendrilling down and around it. As if mesmerized, I slowly brought his strong dick towards my lips, running the tip of my tongue over their dry surface. A faint warm aroma wafted up off Al's cock as my face brushed up along the underside of his cock before I parted my lips and let the tip of his cock slip into my mouth.

As his cock slid along the flat of my tongue the rich iron taste of his dick flooded over my tastebuds and, moaning, I started moving my mouth up and down his meat.

"Oh yeah…yeah…suck it, Ty…suck that hot cock…mmmm yeah, you mouth feels so good…" he groaned, his grip tightening across the back of my neck, right below the curve of my skull. As his cock pumped in and out of my mouth, Al worked his boxers down over his hips. Easing his dick out of my mouth, my brother slid his shorts down his strong legs and stepped out of them, kicking them aside, then guided his cock back into my mouth as he knelt on the edge of my mattress.

I ran my hands up along his lightly furred legs, feeling the muscles straining under the skin. I cautiously slid my hands up further, towards his butt, hoping he wouldn't slap my hands away, that he'd let me feel those powerful mounds of ass. As my hands drifted up from his thighs to where his ass curved up and out I felt Al's hands meet and cover my own, pressing my palms up against his butt cheeks, encouraging me to cup his buttocks. I could feel the muscles in his ass flex as he slowly ground his hips in and out of my face, fucking his cock into my mouth.

"Fuck, you sure know how to suck cock. You ever suck a guy before?" he asked. I shook my head even as his words filled me with…pride? Pleasure?

After a few minutes, Al slid his cock out of my mouth and chuckled softly as I sought his cock, eager to have it remain in my mouth.

"Oh…you like that, huh? You like sucking on my cock, do ya? Good. That is so fuckin' hot…" he said.

Gazing down at me as he slowly stroked his dick he said,

"Get those shorts off. Lemme see what you got down there."

I raised my butt and quickly pulled my briefs down, my own hard six incher slapping up against my pubes, a clear strand of preum stretching down out of my pee hole.

Al wrapped a hand around the shaft of my cock and slowly slid up toward the head of my dick, sliding my own foreskin up over the tip and back down again.

"Nice…" he murmured, almost to himself.

Without even glancing at me or saying a word, Al climbed up on the bed between my legs and knelt over me, quickly engulfing my cock into his mouth, swallowing me to the base in one motion. I gasped and arched up, feeling the delicious sensation of stretching my body along with the amazing sensation of a warm, wet mouth working up along my cock. Al gripped my cock at the base with one hand as his head bobbed up and down my dick while tugging on my balls with the other. My body tensed again as I strained up against my brother, my hands desperately seeking something to hold onto, a shoulder, his head, anything.

Al swallowed my cock again, then a third and fourth and a fifth time. I could feel the muscles in his throat grip my dickhead each time it slid down his gullet. Sometimes he'd hold it there, gently working his throat muscles along it or he'd pull up to the tip, flicking his tongue in around the ridge of my glans and over the underside of my cock, then swoop down until his firm lips were mashed up against my pubic hair.

I had my eyes clenched shut as my lips parted in a silent, straining, ecstatic howl. Every nerve ending in my body, it seemed, was firing. I'd never felt anything this incredible, not even the orgasms I'd pound out of my own dick. That it was my own brother, my tough, ex-con of a brother with his muscles and tattoo, sucking me off only seemed to heighten the experience.

After a few minutes, Al let my straining cock slip out of his mouth but still kept a grip on it. I slowly opened my eyes to see Al still kneeling between my spread legs, looking at me.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing. You enjoying this?"

"Fuck…you gotta ask?" I gasped, barely able to breath.

Al chuckled.

"Just checking…haven't come across a guy yet who doesn't love getting his cock sucked."

"No wonder…"

"Mmmm…how about sucking cock? You seemed to enjoy that, too."

"Yeah, yeah I did."

"Good."

"Al?"

"Uh-uh?"

"We're…we're not done, are we? I mean…"

"Done? Not by a long shot, little bro…Nah, I'm far from being done with you, believe me," Al said.

Al stretched himself up over me, holding himself up on his arms, like he was doing push-ups, his face looking down into mine and the tip of his cock lightly grazing along the shaft of mine, causing mine to jump. Al chuckled and slowly traced his cock tip along my shaft again, teasing it. His eyes held mine the whole time until my eyes fluttered closed.

"Open your eyes," Al said "Don't close them. Look at me."

I opened my eyes and gazed into Al's as he continued to slide, barely touching me or my dick, up and down my body. The intensity of holding eye contact was too much and I started to close my eyes again.

"No! Look at me, I said! Keep your eyes open…" Al said intensely. My heart was racing, a feeling almost like panic mixed with pleasure and excitement swept through me as Al's soft gray eyes held mine. I felt exposed, vulnerable, yet aroused and at his mercy. I swallowed hard and fought to maintain eye contact, even as every fibre in my body wanted relief from the intensity of that contact.

"Yeah…you know, don'tcha?" Al whispered, a hard edge creeping into his voice. "You know what I can do to you, how I can make you feel, huh? Yeah…"

I went to wrap my arms around my brother, but he reared back on his knees, catching my wrists in his hands and slamming my arms back down on the mattress on either side of my head as his body arched back down over me.

"You've done it now, little bro, you know that? Yeah. You wanna know what it was like in prison, uh? You wanna know what sort of stuff happened to me in there? I'll show you…"

My throat went dry and I swallowed hard, yet I was still aroused.

"Yeah," I gasped back, "Show me…show me what they did….what you did…."

A grin flickered over Al's face — not a smile, nothing as benign as that; a grin.

Al released one wrist and brought his hand to his face and spit into the palm of his hand before moving it to his cock and massaging his spit up along his dick and around his tip, then added more spit. Sitting back on his heels he grabbed my ankles and quickly pulled my legs up over my torso until my ass was tilted up. He bent down and spat directly onto the sensitive tissue of my asshole, then spat another gob of spit and worked his thumb around my anal opening. Spitting on it again, he worked that up inside me. I winced as I felt his thick finger push into me and felt the strain radiate up through my legs. My breathing became ragged.

Al held his cock upright and let a thick strand of spit to spill out of his mouth directly onto the head of his cock and worked that around the tip of his cock, then raised himself up and aimed his dick up against my stretched asshole and pressed against me.

Feeling his cock pushing against my backdoor made me tense up. Al eased off a bit then pushed against me again. I cried out as I felt his dickhead spread my asshole and sphincter before popping through.

"Unnnghh…Al….oh gawd…it hurts, Al….it hurts…." I gasped.

"It'll pass…" he murmured as he continued sliding into me. I dug my fingers into the hard muscle of his shoulder and clenched my eyes and jaw.

I felt his cock enter up inside me, a white hot agony of pain spreading throughout my ass and into my groin.

"Al!! I- I can't….Unnnghhh….no, I can't…." I gasped, but Al kept pushing more and more cock into me even as I writhed and struggled under him.

Al sank deeper into my ass, a low satisfied sigh escaping him.

"Aaahhh yeah…fuck yeah…damn you're snug….am I your first, huh?" he whispered hoarsely, his lips up close to my ear as he lay on top of me, his ass rising up and dropping down to drive the last couple of inches of cock into my screaming hole.

"Aaaaghhh….fuck!" I grunted as I felt his pubes brush up against the cheeks of my upturned ass.

"I am, aren't I? Aren't I?" he demanded.

I nodded, my eyes and jaw still clenched tight against the pain and my own breath ripping out of me in short, gasping bursts.

"Fuck yeah…tight cherry boy-ass….taking its first fuck….yeeeaah…" he groaned as he started fucking into me.

I liked the feeling of Al's body pressing down against my own, the feel of his warm firm skin against my hands, even as my body struggled against the sharp pain still pounding through my body. I could smell the warm scent wafting up out of his armpits, a mixture of Right Guard and fresh male sweat. As his mouth mashed up against mine and his tongue pressed itself up against mine, I could taste the beer on his breath, the clean peppery scent of his aftershave along his neck. Then slowly the agony piercing my anus diffused and evolved into a warm spreading glow. A few more strokes of Al's cock across my anal opening and alongside something deep in my ass and suddenly I couldn't get enough of Al's cock in me. I wanted his fuck, needed it, and needed it harder.

"Aaaannnghh fuck!! Yeah! Fuck me, Al. Harder, harder, oh fuck fuck me…fuck my ass…nnnnghhh…more, gimme me more…." I growled, wrapping my legs tightly around my brother's midriff and slamming my ass up to meet his downstrokes.

"Yeah, Ty…gimme that hot ass. Fuck. You like that, huh?"

"OH gawd…I love it!! Harder!! Fuckin' shove that cock into me…." I snarled. I wanted it hard, I wanted it rough, I wanted everything he could slam into me.

Al got this look on his face as he realized what I needed from him was not a gentle, loving, fuck but a hard, brutal, ass-rape. He gave it to me, slamming his cock into my ass as if all that mattered was his pleasure and my hole simply a way for him to get off hard. That's what I wanted.

With his cock buried deep inside my hole, Al flipped me over onto my belly, ducking slightly as he dragged my leg up over his head and positioned me face down under him. Grabbing my hips, he yanked my butt up and pushed my head down, the flat of his hand pressing my face down along my mattress as he hunched into me over and over.

"Unnnghh…unnnghhhh…Mmmmm….ohhhhh yeah, ohhhhh yeah…." I groaned under him as his cock slid against my prostate. I reached down between my legs and gripped my leaking cock, feeling the precum oozing out of me in a continuous flow. I ground my ass back against him. Al reached around my torso and latched onto my nipples, tweaking and tugging at them with the pads of his forefingers and thumbs, causing me to toss my head back like a young stallion in full gallop.

"Gonna breed that tight fuckin' ass of yours, little brother," Al grunted. "Fuck yeah, you're gonna get all my sperm up your ass…"

I was so swept up in the first rush of my own crashing orgasm, feeling the thick fluid flooding up from somewhere deep inside me, I couldn't even form the words to respond. Just as I spasmed and the first spurt of juice blasted out across my bedsheet, Al pulled me hard against his crotch and, through the pounding of blood in my ears, I heard a strangled groan rip out of his throat and felt a warm thick shot of his semen explode against the smooth sensitive walls of my ass. It was if every spurt out of his cock travelled through my rectum, into my dick and out of my cockhead drenching my sheets in a thick creamy pool of cum.

I collapsed down against my mattress, feeling the sticky cooling cum against my gut as Al's tight hard body pressed against my back, his chin resting in the crook of my shoulder, his breath warm against my neck. We lay there, panting, as the shimmer of sweat on our skin cooled and dried and our breathing slowly returned to normal. I felt my brother's cock slowly ease itself out of my ass and a warm trickle of his load dribble out of my hole and down the back of my balls to pool between my legs.

After a few minutes, Al eased himself up off of me and rolled over on to his back, his forearm draped across his face and his other arm resting on his abdomen. I lay on my side, my head propped up against my arm.

"Oh fuck…" Al sighed.

I didn't say anything. My whole body seemed to be gently humming, like a distant generator.

Al lay there like that for several minutes before peering out at me from under his forearm.

"Sorry, Ty…that - that shouldn't have happened…" he whispered.

"It's okay…" I whispered back.

Al shook his head.

"No…when I was in prison, it was…different. You did what you had to, y'know? I knew better…I shouldn't have let this…."

"I wanted you to," I said, resting my hand on his deep chest and tracing the flow of his tattoo with my finger before snuggling up against him. "I wanted you to."

Al was motionless for a few seconds, then dropped his arm down around my shoulders, pulling me in tighter against him, his hand absent-mindedly stroking my hair.

"Yeah…well…still…"

"Are you really sorry we did - this?" I asked.

Al shrugged.

"Because I'm not. I'm glad it happened."

Al turned his face toward me, studying my face.

"You are, huh?"

"Yeah, I am. It was awesome. I liked it….a lot…."

"Hmmmm….and if it were to happen again…?"

"I hope it does."

"Uh-huh…well…if you want to, I suppose it's okay…"

"Only if you want to. I mean, if you don't, then I don't want you to just do it because I want to…well, okay, maybe I would, but I'd rather you wanted it too," I said.

Al looked at me for the longest time.

"I - I…yeah, I do want to. Okay, I said it! When I was doing…this…in prison, I kept telling myself it was because there was nothing else available, it was just to get off. But that wasn't totally true."

I waited.

Al pulled me closer.

"I liked it…I liked doing it with another guy…" he said.

"So do I," I said, resting my head on his chest, comforted by the steady beating of my brother's heart. "Especially my big brother."