Vacation with my brother
Part 1
Max had just finished the eleventh grade, and ahead lay a long summer and, naturally, vacation.
A surprise awaited him at home—his cousin from Moscow had arrived, whom Max hadn't seen in about five years; Seryoga was only a year older than Maxim—just 19 years old, but the difference between them was striking—skinny, average-height Max and Seryoga, who was nearly six feet tall.
The Moscow cousin had inherited a handsome Gypsy-like appearance from his father: hair black with a bluish sheen, stiff as wire, slightly curly, falling into his eyes—eyes that were just as mesmerizingly black. Looking into them, Maxim felt as if he were drowning
in that dark abyss; he wanted to gaze into them endlessly, unable to look away. The hypnotic power of this gaze was accentuated by eyelashes and eyebrows of the same color. Under his swarthy skin, moderately developed muscles stood out.Maxim had been intensely interested in sex and everything related to it for two years now. One thing troubled him: he was irresistibly drawn to guys. It was they, not any girls, who were the object of his unrestrained sexual fantasies. In his class, there were a couple of guys who particularly excited him, and sometimes, sitting in class, Max would slip his hand into his pants and jerk off furiously.
So it goes without saying what impression Seryoga, whom Max hadn't seen in so many years, made on him.
— Well, hey bro! — said Seryoga in a soft, breaking voice, extending a wide, large palm.
Max, with his heart pounding wildly, extended his hand, still not taking his eyes off Seryoga's.
— Hi… — he barely uttered.
Then, having calmed down a bit, Max chatted away with Seryoga about this and that. They talked for a very long time; so much had accumulated over the years that they wanted to tell each other. They went to sleep near morning. Their parents put them in the same bed, which simultaneously delighted Max and brought him so much torment. Seryoga fell asleep immediately, pressing his hot, naked body against his brother, while Max, driven wild with excitement by such closeness, couldn't fall asleep at all.
Max slowly slipped his left hand under the blanket, carefully feeling for the bulge between his brother's legs. Instead of a "bulge," he discovered a whole "mound," which pleasantly surprised Max. Trying to control his breathing, which had become ragged from excitement, he began to fondle Seryoga's cock with pleasure, squeezing it harder and harder. Then he felt Seryoga's dick begin to pulse with some kind of throbs under his hand and quickly rise, straining the tight swim trunks.
Max, having already forgotten about caution, slipped his hand into his brother's trunks and with pleasure squeezed that hot, heroically-sized tool in his palm. The cock pulsed in his hand, becoming extraordinarily hard and thick. Max discovered that his palm was completely insufficient to fully grasp the dick.
Unable to restrain himself any longer, he pulled down his own shorts with his right hand and began to jerk off furiously, while with his left hand he freed Sergey's spear from the trunks and, gripping it tightly, began to masturbate it with thrusting motions. Seryoga turned out to have an unusually large amount of foreskin.
After a couple of minutes, his brother's cock became wet; Maxim began to smear the moisture all over the surface of Seryoga's member with pleasure—the head of his cock turned out to be as large as the shaft itself. Max could barely control his convulsive breathing and the strong desire to cum, right now…
Suddenly, Seryoga's dick became hard as stone, his hot thighs and stomach tensed, and a powerful jet of semen spurted onto Max—its force was so strong that most of it hit Maxim in the face and into his slightly open mouth. He felt the unusual smell of someone else's semen; the taste was astringent and pleasant. The semen seemed so hot it burned his face, at least that's how it seemed to Max himself. He swallowed with pleasure what had gotten into his mouth; his excitement reached such a degree that it seemed his heart was pounding dully in his ears.
Strangely, Seryoga's cock didn't go down but remained heroically erect. Max pulled his hand out of his brother's trunks—wet with semen—and began to lick it with pleasure, everything that was on it. Max threw off the blanket, which was now only in the way, and, inserting his index finger into his own anus, began to move it fiercely, while masturbating his own dick, which was already all wet and slippery from precum, completely forgetting about Seryoga's semen, which was dripping down his heated face.
Max was already close to cumming when Seryoga stirred, then turned toward Maxim and pressed tightly against his bare leg. Maxim, in turn, turned his back to his brother and pressed his naked ass against his still-standing cock, trying to make it press as tightly as possible against his hole. Sergey gently embraced Max, slipping his free hand under his head.
Max, with ever-increasing excitement, waited for Seryoga to now fulfill his long-standing desire and
shove his club into his ass. But nothing followed from Seryoga; he only pressed his hot body tighter against the naked Max and fell soundly asleep.
Maxim, who could no longer hold back, imagined the brother lying next to him embracing his head with one hand and pulling him toward his crotch, while with the other hand shoving his dick into his mouth. And then, breathing hoarsely, Max aimed his own cock at his stomach and came, covering his entire stomach and Seryoga's hand with cum. The orgasm was so strong that when he came, his head began to spin; it seemed to him he was losing consciousness!
Max, not caring that he was covered in semen, threw the blanket over both of them and, collapsing weakly onto his brother's arm, immediately fell asleep in his hot embrace.
Part 2
When Maxim woke up, it was already ten in the morning. Seryoga wasn't next to him. Remembering he was without underwear, Max began to feel around under the blanket with his hands, but his shorts were on him—Max realized that while he slept, his brother had taken care of him. For some reason, this made him feel very pleased. He began to recall the events of the previous night, and his cock began to assume a vertical position again.
After getting dressed, he went out to the kitchen; Seryoga was already putting fried eggs on the table.
— So, Max, how'd you sleep? — Seryoga asked with a smirk, looking straight at his brother.
— Slept great, — Max suddenly became embarrassed and replied, — where is everyone? — he asked, looking around the empty rooms.
— They went to another village, to some relatives there, along with my folks. So it's just you and me at home.
Continuing a leisurely conversation in the same vein, the brothers devoured the eggs—simultaneously examining each other as if they had just met.
Finally, having finished breakfast, the guys decided to go swimming in the river. They went on foot, chatting about all sorts of things along the way. Maxim had his own secluded spot on the river where no one came, hidden on all sides by thickly grown willow bushes. The riverbed in this spot was sandy and even. They reached the spot fairly quickly.
Both pulling off their T-shirts, they began gathering twigs for a fire. Maxim stared more at the half-naked Seryoga than attended to the task. He, in turn, kept glancing at his brother—a sly smile never left his beautiful, full lips. His broad chest, with clearly defined muscles, transitioned into a flat, firm stomach—which at the slightest effort became covered with squares of muscle.
Maxim looked lower, and his head spun from the sight he saw! From his navel to his pubis descended a trail of short, black hairs. And even lower… Seryoga's pants bulged excitingly, outlining the contours of a large cock. From this stunning sight, Maxim's desire to gather twigs for the fire completely vanished. With great effort of will, he forced himself to look away.
A few minutes later, when the fire was lit, the brothers stripped down to their underwear and went in to swim. Seryoga turned out to be even more beautiful in just his swim trunks. Last night, Max hadn't even guessed what a handsome guy his brother was.
After swimming, having dried off by the burning fire, Max spread a blanket under a birch tree and, throwing a towel over his thin shoulders, sat down on it, leaning against the tree trunk. Seryoga, without thinking long, lay down next to him—placing his head on Maxim's legs, while Max slipped his left hand into his black, stiff hair and began to gently run his fingers through it. Then Sergey fully turned his face toward Max's cock, which had already begun to swell, and, embracing his brother with his left hand, began to gently squeeze his cock through the trunks with his lips.
His right hand began to slowly caress Maxim's stomach. Seryoga's lips were full of passion, and his hands were hot and strong—Max's breathing became short and ragged. At that moment, he unbearably wanted to lean down and kiss those beautiful, plump lips that were caressing his cock through the trunks with such tenderness. And his brother's hand rose higher and higher, already impatiently squeezing first Maxim's left, then right nipple.
After wandering enough over Maxim's naked body, Seryoga's hand descended onto his cock and began to free it from the confines of the trunks, which had suddenly become very tight and uncomfortable—Max hurried to help him do this. Released into freedom, Max's cock grew even larger, causing the foreskin to slide back on its own from the swollen, red head. Seryoga watched this mesmerizing sight for a few seconds, then touched his lips to his brother's pulsing dick. His hot tongue began to leisurely lick the cock, slippery from precum, making it tremble even more. From the balls, he slowly moved up along the vein pulsing under the skin. Reaching the head, Seryoga began to caress his frenulum with his lips and tongue, then his tongue ran along the edge of the head, and soon Maxim's entire dick was in his mouth.
It was such sweet torment—Max began to moan softly, and his hands continuously wandered over Seryoga's back, caressing his firm muscles. Then his hands finally "decided" what to do: the right one began to stroke the cock bulging under Seryoga's trunks, while the left one grasped his brother's head and began to press it harder and harder against his own club. Seryoga, feeling Max's hand on his dick, moaned with pleasure, and his hands continued to roam all over Maxim's body.
Suddenly, Seryoga unexpectedly pulled away from Max and, kneeling, began to search for something in his pants lying nearby.
— Lie on your back! — Maxim obediently lay on his back, still not understanding anything, — bend your legs and lift them! — Sergey ordered, not too strictly.
Maxim began to understand what his brother was getting at and complied with his request. Seryoga returned, holding a tube of Vaseline in his hand. Crumpling up some clothing, he placed it under Maxim's buttocks, then spread his legs wider. Max understood that Sergey was going to do to him what no one had ever done to him before; what in his nightly sexual fantasies often made him wet his finger with saliva and insert it into the opening of his anus. Max became even more aroused.
His brother squeezed a generous amount of Vaseline onto his index finger and began to gently rub it into Max's hole, simultaneously noting how seductive his brother's ass looked. For Max, it was unusual to feel someone else's finger in that place, but subconsciously he had always wanted and waited for this; now it felt very pleasant to him. Seryoga began to slowly, so as not to cause his brother pain, insert his finger further, deep into the brown crevice. Maxim, to help him, began to spread his buttocks apart with both hands, trying to suppress the instinctive desire to push the finger out.
Seryoga acted so carefully that the tender ass of the youth lying before him felt not the slightest pain. His finger was quite thick and hot; it began to screw itself inside faster and deeper, no longer afraid of causing pain. The first finger was followed by a second, and then a third. Maxim was breathless from the pleasure overwhelming his entire consciousness. He only whispered softly:
— Yes… like that… harder!
— Lube up my dick! — he said, handing over the tube. Maxim, slightly disappointed, took the tube and squeezed a white line of Vaseline onto the head, thickly coated with precum, which immediately led to an increase in Seryoga's erection. Maxim saw his brother's cock up close for the first time—in all its glory. Max felt a strange but pleasant smell emanating from this organ, which made his head spin a little. He began to leisurely and enthusiastically rub the lubricant over the head, and then, sliding his palm, over the entire cock. He especially liked how the glans completely disappeared under the foreskin, and when his hand moved down, it reappeared.
— Enough, that's enough. — said Seryoga, freeing his cock from his brother's hands.
Maxim only now realized that he hadn't noticed when Seryoga took off his trunks. He so wanted to see how he would do it—unveiling his "weapon"—but somehow strangely missed that moment!
And Seryoga squeezed himself between Maxim's legs, spreading them wide apart, lay on top of Max with his whole body, and, leaning on his hands, began to greedily kiss him on the lips. And then Maxim wrapped his legs around Seryoga's thighs and felt how slowly but persistently a huge cock was entering his small opening; this thing turned out to be hot and very hard, but at the same time very gentle. Seryoga decided to shove the entire dick in at once, which he did.
— Does it hurt? — he whispered into Maxim's ear, not stopping to cover his face and neck with hot kisses.
Max could only shake his head in response. Now he could hardly hear anything: he was breathing heavily and rapidly, feeling the pleasant weight of a strong, youthful body on him, the kisses of hot lips; simultaneously, he perceived how the powerful piston was moving in his ass.
All of this together plunged him into an abyss of mind-blowing pleasure. Everything else receded somewhere far away and didn't matter. Only what was happening to him now was the main thing for him.
"My brother is fucking me!… This isn't like jerking off under the blanket!" — for some reason, the thought occurred to Max.
Sergey felt the same, but controlled himself much better, striving to give his brother as much pleasure as possible. Seeing the state Max was in, he increased the thrust of his spear, ramming it into Maxim's ass at a furious speed.
Maxim had already begun to think with apprehension that a little more and his ass might tear. But at that moment, Seryoga slipped his strong hands under his back and neck—pressed him with all his might against his heated, sweat-drenched body—the movements of his cock became sharp, causing his thighs to slap against Maxim's buttocks.
Max buried his head in his lover's chest and began to lick his brown nipples one after the other.
But Seryoga again, unexpectedly for Maxim, changed tactics
Part 3 (final)
Seryoga carefully pulled out of Max, simultaneously freeing himself from the tight grip of his legs.
— Get on your knees, — he ordered.
Maxim unquestioningly did as he was told. He liked that Seryoga was commanding him. Getting on his knees, he took his own cock in his hand and began to jerk it off, closing his eyes in pleasure and snorting loudly. Max suddenly discovered that his once-small hole in his ass had become large, and he couldn't clench it. He tensed his anal muscles, but nothing worked. Although there was no longer a cock in his ass, it still seemed to him it was inside and continuing its movement.
Then Seryoga approached him from the front; his powerful piston was slightly curved toward his stomach and swayed slightly as he walked. Max understood that what he had so passionately dreamed of last night was about to happen. He began to tremble all over from the desire that seized him.
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