Brothers & Brothers

4.

Jon made a few pots of strong coffee. He expected everyone could do with a few cups. He made toast, cooked eggs, and set the breakfast bar. He looked up and smiled when Terrence stepped in, hair wet and only wearing his jeans. “Hey… Do you feel refreshed?”

“Much better, thank you.” He took the large mug between both hands, and carefully sipped it. “Mm. Lovely.” Terrence sat on one of the stools, and watched Jon for a moment. The man was still dressed in his soft bathrobe, and he imagined what he looked like without them. “Thank you for the wonderful time, so far,” he said. He only said it because he wanted to talk with him.

“So far, it’s been my pleasure.” Jon leaned on the bar next to Terrence, drinking from his mug. “Terrence… Can you be honest with me?”

“Of course I can,” Terrence said surprised. “What’s up?”

“I would like to know the truth. When you saw my… my ‘magnum’, were you scared?”

“Scared…?” Unconsciously, Terrence’s eyes dropped to the man’s front. “No. Not at all. Why?”

“Well, you wouldn’t be the first,” Jon shrugged. “It’s a bit difficult to ehm…”

“To fuck,” helped Sylvester, stepping in. He was wet and only covered by a large white towel around his hips. “Most sweethearts can’t handle a horse, Terry. I’ve seen boys running away from my brother with their tails between their legs.”

“Yes, thank you,” Jon muttered, throwing a fierce glance. “I can handle this myself, Sly.”

“Ooh excuse me,” Sylvester smirked. He took coffee and a piece of toast, leaning against the bar at the other side of Terrence. “Do you think your ass is supple enough to have that magnum?” he asked with a fat wink and a grin.

“Sylvester! Shut up!”

Terrence smiled at the big man. “I’m pretty sure it will fit right in, Sly,” he said to him. “Nice and slow will do the job juuuust fine.”

Sylvester’s grin widened a bit. “Nice and slow, and then a bit faster, hm? Until he pounds your sweet butt so hard, you see nothing but stars. Mmm… Where’s Vince?”

Jon groaned and Terrence laughed, as Sylvester walked to the hall. He dropped his towel, and called out Vince’s name. The cheerful reply came from the bathroom.

“No shower for you, yet,” Terrence chuckled. “What’s wrong with those two? They’re like animals!”

“This time, it’s your fault,” Jon said. “You shouldn’t say things like that to my brother, Terry. He’s very easily triggered.”

“I noticed,” Terrence nodded. Leaning his head on a hand, he looked at the blonde. “And you? How did you like what I said?”

With a slight blush, Jon averted his eyes. “I would be utterly delighted if you can handle me,” he said softly. “I’m flattered you are willing to try it, at least. I’m afraid it won’t work though, Terry. What you saw is only part of what it will become when I get aroused.”

Terrence shifted on the stool as he imagined the cock growing into a trunk. “Now you are triggering me,” he said accusingly. “After breakfast,” he changed subjects, “and when I can drag my brother away from that bear, will you bring us home? My moped is still broken…”

“No problem,” Jon smiled. “If you don’t mind that I know where you live and all…”

“Do you have a piece of paper and a pencil for me? I’ll give you two our telephone numbers and emails. Can we have yours?”

Jon walked to a desk, and returned with the required items. He wrote down his own number and email address, and Sylvester’s on another one. He was positive Sly wouldn’t mind. As they swapped the information, he took Terrence’s hand, and looked at him. “I like you very much,” he said softly. “I wouldn’t mind if you contact me again.”

Terrence licked his lips. His usually so hard blue eyes were gleaming now, and he looked much more approachable. “I will contact you,” he said in the same tone of voice. “I promise.” He held his breath when Jon leaned in.

The kiss was soft, tender, and warm. Terrence tugged at the tie around Jon’s hips, and the robe slid open. They pressed their bare chests against each other as they deepened the kiss. Jon stepped between his legs. Terrence couldn’t resist reaching down and touching the long, thick shaft in the shorts. He ran his hand along the whole length, feeling it growing under his caresses.

Jon broke the kiss. He leaned with his forehead against Terrence’s, and breathed slowly. “Don’t arouse me,” he whispered. “I don’t want to jerk under the shower.”

“I could help you…”

Jon laughed under his breath. “How generous of you.” He pecked another kiss on his lips. “You can help me next time. Enjoy your coffee. I’ll be right back.”

As Jon left, the other two came in the kitchen for breakfast, both dressed up and refreshed. Terrence was amazed how fresh the two looked, after all that exercising. “We exchanged telephone numbers,” he said. “You don’t mind, do you?”

“’Course not,” Vince grinned. He poked his brother playfully in his side. “I heard you didn’t get some, last night? Shame! Jon is just your type.”

“I will get ‘some’ another time,” Terrence smiled back. “You had more than some… Can you still walk?”

Vince wiggled his butt. “No problem,” he winked. He leaned to his brother’s ear. “I love that man,” he whispered. “I want to keep him.”

Usually, Terrence would scowl at his younger brother for being such a slut, but not this time. This time, he thought at the tool between Jon’s legs, and he chuckled softly. “You can keep him, if I can keep his brother…”

“You can!” Vince nodded quickly.

Terrence finished his coffee when his brother started eating. He walked into the hall, towards the bathroom. The door wasn’t locked, he saw. He quietly opened it, and stepped inside. Jon was standing in the shower, with the frosted door open, covered in soapsuds. As he saw Terrence, he smiled. “Couldn’t resist…?”

“No. I want to take another look at that thing, and convince myself it is real.”

“Oh, it is real,” Jon laughed. With soapy hands, he slid under the heavy shaft, and lifted it. “It’s far too real sometimes, if you know what I mean.”

“I can imagine,” Terrence nodded, stepping closer. He reached out, and ran his fingers slowly from the root to the head. It grew harder. “Are you sure you don’t need a bit of help now?”

“What do you suggest, Terry?”

“Oh, I don’t know…” As Jon let go, he closed both hands around the ever hardening shaft. It would take a while to erect completely, he could imagine. He was in awe about the size already. “Do you like to be sucked?” he asked with a lustful tone of voice.

“Yes,” Jon breathed. He braced himself at the tiled wall, and shivered a bit. “But you don’t have to do it, baby…”

“I know I don’t have to do it,” Terry snickered. He opened his jeans, and pulled them off. “But I want to, don’t I…” He knelt in the shower, and licked his lips. “Man,” he said admiringly. “What a marvelous piece of meat…”

Jon sighed as the hot lips enclosed the head. He wasn’t completely erect yet, but at the touch of that tongue, he rapidly reached full growth.

Terrence moved his head slowly, filling his mouth as far as he could without blocking his trachea. With one hand, he stroked the shaft. He couldn’t even reach around it. With his other hand, he masturbated at the same leisurely pace, and he closed his eyes in pleasure. The soft, pleased moans above him proved him he did a good job. As the muscles in his cheeks were strained and his jaw opened to its maximum, he realized it would be quite an adventure to get fucked by such a large cock. His ass stung delightedly at the idea.

“A bit faster and harder, baby,” Jon said under his breath. “It needs a bit of force. Ah yes… that’s the idea.” He leaned forward, and bent his knees a bit. As Terrence stroked him faster and sucked harder, he moved his hips to increase it some more. “Beware, baby,” he warned him. “It’s quite a load when it comes.”

Terrence stopped masturbating. He took the massive pole between both hands, and stroked it fiercely. Sucking only on the big head now, he tasted the preseminal fluid. The cock grew even more. It was now so rigid; he had to lean up to lick the head.

Jon groaned louder, trembling on his legs, and he moved faster into Terrence’s fists. “Pull your head back,” he warned with difficulty. “I’m close…!” He uttered a raw cry, and stiffened. Groaning, he leaned heavily against the wall behind Terrence, and he pumped out his seed with fierce, fat squirts.

Terrence looked in awe at the spurting cock, and quickly grabbed his own. Most of the load landed on his chin and chest. He had never seen such an enormous amount of sperm coming from one orgasm. He licked the head as it stopped shooting, and took it back in his mouth to suck out the last drops as he masturbated. He pressed his face against the softening shaft as he came, groaning, kissing the tender skin.

Jon lifted him on his feet, and kissed him. “That was great,” he said breathlessly.

Terrence kissed him back, with heated passion, agreeing completely. “More next time?” he murmured with a pleased little smile.

“I will order new condoms,” Jon nodded with a wink.
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