"Whatcha talkin' 'bout?" I exclaimed. "You don't have to leave just because Monica and I aren't together. I want you to know that I like you, I consider you my friend, my brother, my family, and you are and always will be welcomed in my home."

"Thanks man. I feel the same 'bout you. I can't get over how stupid my sister is acting. Let me ask you, if she were to come begging to come back, would you take her back? Before you answer, please, give it a moment of thought."

I think this a strange question, but I do as he asks. I give it a moment, thinking carefully before I give my reply.

"No! It's over between us. Her leaving, I realize, was the best thing. We weren't happy, not anymore. I really think, now, that one of us would have eventually called it quits. She just beat me too it!"

"Thanks – that was a real honest answer," he replied with a smile.

"Come on. Let's get you settled," I suggested. He retrieved his bag from the hallway where he left it, and followed me up the stairs. I showed him to the guest room, which is located next door to my room.

"You're gonna have to share the bathroom with me. We were having this one remodeled, but since this has happened, I stopped work for a few days. Needed some alone time, you know what I mean? But that was then."

"No prob. That's cool with me." Joe said.

"Hey, how long do you think you can stay?" I asked.

"I was planning on being in town a week, if that's okay. I took the month off. Planned on leaving here, and going skiing in Vermont."

"That's good. That'll give me at least a week of fun." I told him.

"Hey, you said you were taking some time off. How long?"

"I don't know," I pondered. There's nothing really pressing at the moment in the office that needs my attention, and I have a really good team of people that work for me. They can handle anything that comes up. Sometimes being the boss does have its advantages. Why?"

"Good! You can go skiing with me, and I won't take no for an answer. A change of scenery will do you a world of good."

I looked somewhat uncommitted. "You'll see. I'll convince you," Joe said.

I left Joe to settle himself in. I decided I'd better shower and put on some clothes. I was just stepping out of the shower when Joe walked into my bathroom. There I stood, dripping wet, naked before his eyes.

"Looks like you've been working out regularly," he said, trying to pinch an inch at my waist.

"Yeah," I said, as he removed the towel he wass wearing, exposing his body to my roving eyes. The adage is true. Joe is carrying one gigantic piece of dick flesh between his strong legs. The unruly darkest patch of pubes I have ever seen surrounds it.

"I heard on the radio just now that this is going to be a blizzard. They said to expect at least a foot overnight, continuing through tomorrow. A total of a little more than two feet of snow from this storm," he told me. He stepped into the shower, seemingly oblivious to the fact that I am beginning to pop some wood.

"From what I could see, my sister is a fool," he yelled over the running water.

"Whatcha talkin' about?" I yelled back.

"Looks like you're sporting some decent meat there," he observed.

I blush as my dick goes to full mast.

"I have never had any complaints," I said, embarrassed. "I'll see you downstairs!" I added quickly. I exited hastily, hoping against hope that he didn't detect the nervousness in my voice.

Joe and I spent a wonderful day together, just two friends enjoying each other's company. He kept me laughing, almost as if he were afraid that if I had time to think, I might become depressed at my situation.

After the dinner dishes are loaded into the dishwasher, we settle back with a some beers to watch a little football. The NY Jets vs. the MN Vikings. Both of us pulling for the 'other' team. You can imagine whom the Brooklyn boy was cheering for. It was a good one, but Testerverde's team triumphed in the end, 16-9. The Vikings had a chance for a last minute touchdown to tie, but fumbled, blowing all hope.

"See, fucker, I told ya," Joe teased. "The Jets are fucking awesome." Joe's words were somewhat slurred, and he was a little unsteady on his feet as he jumped around celebrating. I stood, trying to get him to settle down as he rejoiced in his team's victory.

"Yeah, yeah, they just got lucky. We'll kick ass the next time. Big payback for kicking us on our home turf."

"In your dreams!" he countered.

"Well, I'm gonna turn in," I told him. "You're welcome to stay up as long as you like. Just kill the lights when you go to bed."

"'K," he said as I begin to climb the stairs to the second floor. I undressed and crawled into bed. As usual, I am nude. I found a long time ago that I enjoyed the freedom that sleeping in the nude affords.

I had been asleep for what seemed only a couple hours when I hear a crash from Joe's room. Forgetting my nakedness, I rush towards the sound. Upon arriving, I can find no sign of Joe, so I called out to him. He appeared from behind me, from my room, also nude, and dripping with water. Apparently he had been in the shower again. I hadn't even heard him enter my room, let alone begin his bath.

What had caused the crash was a tree limb crashing through the window of his bedroom. The cold air rushed us as we stared dumbfounded at the sight.

"Come on! I have a piece of plywood in the garage. Help me get it up to the window." Still naked, we both head to the garage and retrieve the necessary items. After securing the plywood to the window, we finally acknowledged our state of undress.

"Damn, man! You are built like a brick shithouse," Joe exclaimed admiringly. His eyes roved up and down my body, lingering a little long on the tube dangling between my thighs. I can't help myself as I also take in his rock hard body, with bulging muscles in all the right places. I also notice that his hefty piece of man muscle is hanging a little fuller than normal.

"I guess you're gonna have to sleep with me, I told him. "As you well can see, I - uh - sleep natural. I hope you don't mind. If this makes you uncomfortable, I guess we could make up the couch. But believe me, it's not a restful sleep. I've had some experience with that."

"Nah, it's cool, but I sleep the same. I hope you don't mind. I didn't even bring anything to sleep in. I guess it's gonna be hard for you," he says, emphasizing the word 'hard'.

"What do you mean?" I asked, puzzled.

"All this body, up close!" he joked.

"Ah, man, fuck you," I countered.

"Just make sure I'm awake if you decide to shove that monster up my ass. Give me a fighting chance," he told me, still joking. Or was he?

"Shit, you'd love it! Look at you now. What'd you sportin' – eight, nine inches? Just the idea of my dick up your ass has you hard." Sure enough, Joe's dick had risen to about nine glorious inches of hard pipe. My own dick was also stretching out in front of me, leading the way.

We headed back into my bedroom, me following Joe and our dicks leading each of us. The tight dimples of his tight ass danced before my eyes with each step he took. By the time we reached my queen-sized bed, the head of my cock has become a deep purple slick with the flow of my precum. Joe is in a similar state as he sits on the bed.

"Let's just try to get some sleep," I said to him as I crawled into the other side. We lay there silently for about ten minutes until Joe finally tells me that he's still hard. "Man, I'm still hard. How 'bout you?" he asked.

"Yeah, me too. I told you that it had been some time since Monica and I last fucked, so I guess I'm a little horny," I confessed.

"I need to beat off!" he suddenly admitted. "Do you mind? You could join me? You can't tell me you never did it with one of your brothers?"

"Yeah, those were some of the best times I ever had," I confessed. Side by side in the bed,we begin to slowly stroke our cocks.

"Jack, tell me about your first time," Joe requested. That seemed sort of a strange thing to ask, but that was Joe. He seemed more a brother to me than some of my real brothers in the past few years, so I began to tell him about the first girl I ever fucked. As I delved deeper into the story, our hands became more and more active. I could hear the slurp as our fists moved up and down our respective rods.

Suddenly, Joe's hand reached out and grabbed my dick. At first, I was shocked, not so much as to what he's done, but for the way his hand feels on my dick. My older brother and I used to jack each other. It had been a long time since I felt another man's calloused hand clutching my rod.

I let out one of the longest, most pleasurable moans that I can recall. I don't know if it was the moment or the situation of this being 'forbidden fruit' that caused this reaction. All I knew is that it felt great!

"You like that, huh?" Joe teased, as he continued to stroke my now wet cock. So much precum was flowing that even a super size chamois couldn't hold it.

Joe looked at me. In his eyes I can see real desire as the moonlight casts a warm glow across his features. His hands were busy working over both our manhoods. I was getting close, and from the way he was stroking himself, I could tell he was almost there too.

"Joe, I'm gonna cum," I warned.

"Yeah, man, do it! I wanna see you cum. Let those baby-makers fly," he encouraged.

The orgasm started in my toes, which contract into a hard fist. I began to pound the bed as my nuts contracted, expelling the life-giving goo. Like a rocket, it launched out of my piss-slit, arching high. Another blast followed the first. And another. I lost count, but it must have been about 6 spurts of cream.

I hear, and feel, a chorus of growls as Joe's cock blasts off along with mine in simultaneous combustion. Like me, it too is around to six super spurts.

Our groans of pleasure were loud enough to wake the dead.

"That was fantastic," I panted, sucking in large amounts of air. "I haven't cum that hard in ages."

"That's only the beginning. Just wait until you get a little rest," he promised.

I looked him in the eyes. Suddenly, I wanted to kiss Joe. And it seemed the natural thing to do. I moved my head towards his, my lips finding his, and we connected. His lips, unlike his body, were soft, pliable, gently flowing over mine. His mouth tasted good.

I find I like the feel of his stubble chin against mine. I like the feel of the coarse hairs of his bearded face rubbing against my own stubble.

His tongue finds its way into my mouth, searching every nook and cranny, looking for what, I don't know. He teases my tongue to follow his as I enter his mouth. I find my tongue has a mind of its own as it sets about exploring the hidden recesses of his mouth, tasting him, and being drawn deeper into this journey.

"I've wanted to do that for a long time, ever since I first laid eyes on you, I guess. Maybe this is the reason why we are so close, such good friends. Everything was leading up to this moment," he confessed. His tone was pleading, urging me to say that this wasn't a mistake. Something that we can't take back, or apologize for and be forgiven.

"If I were to be honest, I have to say that I like what just happened. I feel so strongly for you. I don't want to label it LOVE right now, although I do love you," I agreed with him. "You've been a part of my life for so long. I have no regrets. As a matter of fact, I'm sort of looking forward to round two. There will be a round two, won't there?"

"You bet your big, fat cock there is," he said, pulling me tighter into his arms as our lips once again met. I could feel my dick begin to stir as our hips met, expelling any air that separated them.

Our hips were now fighting a fierce battle of their own as our hard dicks fought to become one. Suddenly, I wanted to be in control. I wanted to give to this beautiful man the same pleasure, even more, that he had just given me. I wanted to take him to heights of passion that his sister had only dreamed. I wanted to make love to him.

"Lay back," I commanded, suddenly finding a strength that I had never known before in my lovemaking.

"Wait just a second," Joe says, bounding from the bed, his swollen dick slapping against his thigh. He went into his room and comes back with his bag. He rummaged through it, extracting what I learn to be a tube of K-Y Jelly. Tossing it to me, he said, "You might need this," emphasizing the word 'need'. His hard cock looked to be at least ten inches long, and four inches thick, standing at a forty-five degree angle from his body.

I opened my arms, and he fell back into them, our lips once again meeting. I cannot get enough of the taste of this man. I chuckle to myself as I think, I have never thought this thought before, 'getting enough of a man'.

I leave his lips, tasting my way down his throat, leaving little bite marks along the way. I discover he has very sensitive earlobes, as he moaned with delight as they find their way into my mouth.

His left hand latched onto my rigid tool, slowly masturbating me. My juices were flowing like no other time. Joe has me so hot!

My teeth grasped his left nipple, my tongue lashing out at it, whipping it into hardness. Joe's other hand grasped the back of my head, pushing it forward, as moans of pleasure and obscenities flowed from his lips.

What I had done to his left nipple I repeat on his right. I can't get over the taste of this man. I can honestly say that his sister never affected me this way. Shit! None of the women in my past ever affected me this way. Joe has taken me to new highs.

I bathed his chest with the hot saliva flowing from my mouth. I have never been this liquid in my lovemaking. Slowly, I leave his chest, tugging at the hairs that coat them with my teeth as I made my way down his torso.

"Oh, Jack, I'm getting so hot! Oh, yeah," he moaned as I begin to clean out his navel. His dick is grazing up against my chin, smearing its juices against my face.

I could feel Joe tremble as I continued my loving. Joe grabbed my head, trying to push me towards his throbbing cock. But, I'm not ready for that just yet.

Feeling the pressure, I allowed him to push me, but instead of stopping at his dick, I scooted down to his feet, taking his big toe into my mouth. The sudden shock of what I'd just done caused Joe to sit up on the bed.

I lathered his foot in my spit, all the while massaging his hairy legs. Joe's movement has become jerky. I realize that he is pulling on his dick, and I grabbed his hands, interlocking his fingers with mine to keep him from masturbating. I don't want him cmumin' too soon.

I kissed my way up his legs to his inner thighs. He spread himself wide. If I didn't know better, I'd say that this boy had some gymnast background in him. Again, what I did to one leg, I did to the other.

I soon find my way back to his inner thigh, this time licking my way up his hairy surface. My seeking mouth ffound his low hangers, still filled with his baby-makers. I pull one of the orbs into my mouth, feeling the soft baby fine hairs covering them.

"Please, suck my dick, man. Please." he begged. His dick was standing straight up, looking harder than the Washington Monument. I began to lick my way up the tower, tasting the juices that have pooled around the base.

Like a favorite dessert, the taste of his pre-cum makes me want more. I continued to clean the lava-like flow coming from the tip and sliding down the pole. I catch all the juices as I make my way up to the mouth of the river.

His dick is magnificent. Aside from the thick vein pulsating underneath, it is minus all other visible veins. The head is wide, flaring at the bottom with a noticeable ridge. Then it flares out to a smooth, taut crown with a flared, long slit.

I surprised myself by swallowing him completely. The sudden intake of air tells me that I surprised him also. Although I had never done this before, I guess my desire to possess him so completely just allowed me to open my throat and pull him in. I could feel him stretch open my esophagus as it made its way to my stomach.

"Oh shit! No one has ever done that before," he cried. My head began to bob up and down as he filled me entirely. My hands began to massage his luscious balls, rolling them between my fingers. I scratched at that patch of skin between his balls and asshole, tugging at the hairs there. His own natural juices were lubricating the way to his manhole.

My forefinger found its way to his rosebud. I gently push forward and the tip slipped inside.

"Oh, that's so good," Joe moaned, as I began to ease it in and out of his ass. It is so tight. I can only imagine how my dick is going to feel sliding through that ring. Soon I was able to work another finger into the hole.

"Oh, Jack, I can feel me opening up," Joe marvelled.

"Yeah, you're almost ready for this big dick. Do you want my big dick? Do you want to feel it moving in your ass, stroking your button?" I asked, as I found his prostrate and began running the tip of my finger over it.

"Yeah, fuck me now," he whispered.

"What? I didn't hear you," I teased.

"Please Jack, fuck me now, please." His voice was begging now.

I lifted his legs over his chest.

"Hurry," he moaned. I eased the head of my dick towards his love tunnel. I ran the wet head up and down over his swollen pucker. It felt as if his asshole was trying to suction me inside as I passed the head over his quivering lips.

I love the feel of his short hairs as they scrape across the head, coaxing more natural lubricant from the piss hole. I centered myself at home, and began to ease forward.

"Go easy, big boy. Remember, it's virgin territory," Joe cautioned me.

I took my time, working myself slowly into him, watching his face for any sign of pain. I worked about four inches into him, then I stoped to give him a chance to adjust. But the boy had other things on his mind.

He slipped his legs around my waist, and with a mighty push, he impaled himself on me. I feel his ass-ring clamp tightly around my dick. We both cried out with the pain/pleasure of this sudden move. His thighs were like a vise around my waist, not allowing me to move, as if in that moment I could.

Tears were flowing freely from his eyes as the pain registered in his brain. I heard him let out a long held breath, and intake an even deeper one.

I tried to soothe and relax him as the enormity of what he has done finally reaches my psyche. I stroked his thighs, feeling the hairs on them slip through my fingers. I reached up and pinch his nipples, hoping to divert his attention elsewhere. I bent over and planted a soft kiss upon his lips. Only then did he begin to relax and I could feel less pressure upon my aching dick.

I nibbled on his lips, and soon the pain of the moment left his face as something indescribable replaced it. Instead of the wounded sound that was coming from him only moments ago was now replaced by the cooing sound of a bird of peace.

"Do it!" he demanded.

These words he huskily whispered in my ear as his thighs relaxed their grip, allowing me some movement. I started with short thrusts, feeling him close around every contour of my steely hard rod. I can never remember being this hard before.

"Make love to me, Jack. Make love to me like you never made love before." I began to pound him hard. My whole body was tingling with renewed life as I found life-giving passion in Joe, my new lover.

My hips seemed to have taken on a mind of their own as they pounded relentlessly into this hot man below me. I could feel his ample package, painfully swollen and wet, slide between our bellies. My balls were crashing with the force of a hammer beating against an anvil.

Unintelligible sounds were escaping both of us as we soared to higher heights. I had only the desire to become one with this wonderful man receiving me. He is so open, so accepting. My pleasure has become his, and his, mine.

I could feel the pressure begin to build within my balls. They feel bigger than ever before as they pound the flesh beneath me. The sensation began to mount, that tingling that comes from the toes.

I felt myself begin to swell even more inside of Joe's ass. I could tell he felt it too as his eyes begin to bulge with the increased pressure inside of him.

'My dick is gonna explode!' That is the thought that was circulating within my brain. 'I'll never be able to do this again'. But then I thought, 'what a way to go.' It was almost comical as the cartoon image of my dick with a plug in the tip was projected in my mind. Like in some Walter Lantz image, the pressure was building against this unrelenting cork until the middle seam split giving in to the pressure.

I drove my hips forward one last time as Joe lifted off the bed to meet me, and time stopped. The floodgates opened as the air escaped from my lungs. My life was pouring out of the end of my dick as my love flowed into the hallowed depths of Joe.

I could feel his dick jerk around between our bodies as it too fired off volley after volley of his essence, splattering my chest, his face, my face, the headboard, and even the wall behind. And still, the cum continued to flow from us.

My brain felt as if it were on overload. I felt lightheaded, as if I was floating on air. My lungs suddenly remembered that they had no air, and I gasped at life giving oxygen. I could hear Joe gasping too, as the same sensation must have hit him.

I acutely became aware of the grip that he had on me and I on him. Once again he has clamped his legs tightly around me, keeping my spewing and softening dick deep inside of him. How he can breathe was a mystery to me because I have my arms locked around him.

Together, though, we rode the wave down from our passion. And it was with a distinct 'pop' that I removed my now soft, and empty, dick from him.

My lips found his as he molded his body to mine in another soul-reaching kiss.

"Spectacular!" I said, finishing the sentence for him. "I have never felt anything like that in my life. I must have died and gone to heaven."

"Me too. I never knew it could be like that. All these years, all those wasted years, when I could have, no should have, been with you." I looked into his eyes, suddenly seeing something much more that the brotherly love that we once shared.

"I love you, Joe," I suddenly blurted out. Where it came from I did not know. I felt so vulnerable, but it was out there now, and I needed to deal with it.

"I'm not saying this to have you say it back. And I know that you may think this is the rebound effect that I am experiencing, but it's not. I love you, Joe, I always have, now that I think about it. Remember, I met Monica through you. I knew you first. And I think I wanted you even then, although I didn't know it. I am in love. I am in love with you."

I hadn't been able to face him as I poured forth my newfound revelation. I feel his hands grab me from behind as I had turned my back to him as I spoke.

"Look at me," he whispered, emotion evident in his voice. "Please, look at me."

I turn back around, noticing the tear falling down his cheek.

"Nothing you have ever said, or could ever say, will make me more happier than I am now. I love you too. I realized that this morning when you were telling me about Monica. I wanted to rush into your arms then and there, hold you and tell you that everything was gonna be all right, because you had me. You always would.

"I love everything about you, the way you smile, the sound of your voice, the look in your eyes when you look at me. I love the smell of you, the taste of you, the touch of your hand. I love the way you think, and the way you plan for the future. I love every fiber that is you. And now, I love the way you love me, the way you make love to me, and I… I never want it to end."

"Wow," I gasped, flabbergasted by his declaration. "You just said everything that I feel and wanted to say, but could not articulate. I want to be with you, more now than ever. And if you can love me," I say, reaching between his legs grabbing his now hardening dick, "as well as your words do, you're a keeper."

My lips find his as we once again lock in a passionate embrace. Already I notice a difference in my relationship with Joe as opposed to his sister. Once Monica and I finished sex, it was over. With Joe, it seems to be a beginning.

He pushed his tongue deep into my mouth, once again exploring its cavernous depths. I immediately pop another boner as just the touch of him sends my blood racing.

"I want you in me this time, Joe," I said. "I want to know what it's like to have my man-lover inside me."

"Let's sixty-nine," Joe suggests.

I turned around, so that my face is at his crotch, and his face is at mine. I could still taste the flavor of him as I took his hard dick between my lips. I was amazed that I can take him so easily, so naturally, as if I have been doing this all my life.

Joe was moaning his approval, and I echoed those sounds as he received me in his mouth. I lathered his tool, bobbing my head up and down his shaft. I was rewarded with a copious amount of pre-cum as he flowed freely.

Joe, meanwhile, was beginning to concentrate on my pucker. I was caught totally unaware as I have poured so much concentration on his hard shaft which I am now using as an all day sucker.

His tongue licked through the hairs lining my ring, and zeroed in on its target. I gasped as I feel his tongue penetrate the opening for the first time. Like a man who hasn't had a meal in days, he relentlessly began to chew on my ass, pouring generous amounts of spittle into the opening. I think, as the pleasure washed over me, 'Is he trying to give me an enema with his tongue?'

We kept at this pace for about ten minutes. I was aware that he had gently persuaded my asshole to open itself, to make way for the invasion that was yet to come.

He gently urged me on all fours along the edge of the bed. I felt him climb behind me, standing on the floor as I bend over. A string of pre-cum hung from the tip of my cock as he maneuvered between me.

He reached over for the tube of lubricant that he brought in earlier. I can feel the cold tip as he placed it within my ring and squeezed a goodly amount into me. He squirted some more on his fingers, and started to apply it to his painfully hard shaft. His fingers began to spread the jelly around my ass lips and worked their way inside.

He filled me with three fingers, gently coaxing the flesh to yield to the invasion. When he felt I am sufficiently open, he quickly replaced his fingers with his dick, and slipped inside. The movement was so swift that I didn't have time to close in, and I soon feel his pubic bush tickling my asscheeks as he reached bottom.

The sensation was electrifying as he made contact with my prostrate, scraping against the tiny bud as he passed by on his way to previously unexplored territory.

I hissed out a lusty accompaniment as I felt him fill me. No wonder women liked to get fucked. There is no finer feeling than being stuffed with hard dick.

Joe began to piston his hips, driving that hard shaft of his all the way in before pulling back to the crown only to start his journey all over again.

Immediately, my passion rises to another plateau, plane that I have never achieved before. "Fuck me, Joe," I demanded. He pounded me all the harder. I could feel his low hangers banging against mine. My dick, never wilting, became even harder. I thrust back against him, desperately trying to swallow him in my ass. I never want this feeling to end.

I could feel the sweat of Joe's body as he grabbed me by the shoulders pulling me harder against his manhood. It seems his hands are everywhere. On my waist, my legs, my ass; but when he grabbed my tits, I went over the edge.

My dick recoiled, and I shouted at the top of my lungs as my cum poured forth from my dick. Wave after convulsing wave shocked my body as I poured forth onto the sheets below.

I felt Joe swell as my ass clamped around his stroking rod. He pulled me back against him as he spewed forth his DNA deep into me.

His hands sought out mine and we locked our fingers together as the passion washed over us.

Then something happened that has never happened before. I feel the familiar tingle once again as I begin to spew forth a second orgasm. The force of Joe's climax and the way that it was washing over my prostrate gland was sending me over the edge again. And I collapsed, no longer able to stay erect as my body fell into the cum that I had just released, with Joe still deep in me and clutching to my body.

We lay there, panting and drawing life back into our sated bodies.

"Well?" Joe asked, after the fires have been turned down a notch.

"Well what?" I respond.

"Am I a keeper?"

I turned facing him, still being held tightly in his arms. "Just try and get away. You are mine forever. A definite 'keeper'." I pressed my lips to his, and we drifted off to sleep, knowing finally that we have each found our true love.

The snow still falls outside, but inside the fire of a new beginning is burning.