Brother in Awe - 3. Endless Summer

James skated his hand gracefully over the extensive piece of paper, bearing a broad pencil in his flimsy fingers, occasionally stopping to tend to more intricate sketch areas. In some spots, tiny scraps of very thin coal would form that he would then blow carefully away from the paper and into the floor, minding never to stroke his long, slim fingers. His teacher, an elder man with a bit of a hunchback and his hands firmly placed around his back, perused through the classroom, periodically glancing at the student's work. Vaguely expressive, he was only prone to overpraising if it was about James' work.

"Riveting, James." He observed, stopping scarcely behind him, tilting towards the table. "Good use of the male form. Overly detailed in some areas, though. You might want to leave something for the imagination." The teacher stated, winking at James. "Like this female figure you keep drawing. She's always out of focus. Is there a reason?" He inquired, visibly intrigued.

"She's inconsequential." He said, with resolute. "She's just a set piece of sorts. Not the main focus."

"Ok. So, the female figure is there to enhance the male? Interesting." The teacher declared, captivated. "Nice work, James." He affirmed, walking away unhurriedly, "So, these series on the theme of desire we are working on might be eligible to be part of the main exhibit at the end of the semester, so keep up the work, challenge yourselves, or else your works won't make the cut." He reported, slowly lowering his voice, then grumbling. "Most of them are shit anyway."

James began gathering his belongings gracefully. It had been two days since James locked eyes with Brian while he and his sister had sex. But given that she had just returned from a one-week trip, she had been monopolizing Brian to herself. James' exchanges with him had been scarce and too few to permit any discussion regarding the moment they had shared: a periodic glance and a smirk at best between the two. James walked outside as it started to rain. Not a solemn rain but temperate sprinkles. Enough to make him pop on his hoodie and start wandering home with a certain demure quality in his stroll. As he entered the flat, normalcy seemingly had been restored. Brian and Vanessa were in the kitchen having a snack, he sat on one of the stools by the small table, and she sat on his lap, one of her arms around his neck as they shared a tuna sandwich.

"Hey, kid." She uttered, feigning what was now becoming a regular indifference towards James.

"Hey." James yielded, trying to be less stern. He glimpsed at Brian, who smiled at James tenderly and winked. James' heart warmed up instantly. It was still there, that sentiment. He lingered there awkwardly for a moment.

"Well, I'm off to my room. Going to leave you guys alone." James declared.

"I don't mind if you stay." Brian contended. But just as James circled to address him, he caught Vanessa elbowing Brian, vexed. Swiftly repositioning his body, James continued towards his room. As usual, he scattered his stuff over the floor, plunged his body onto the bed and exhaled profoundly. Despite his passionate feelings towards Brian, he wondered if the gaze they shared had happened. Was there something stemming from Brian that day, or was James' vivid ideation taking hold of him entirely? Whatever the answer was, it was becoming evident that as far as Vanessa was concerned, sharing Brian's company with James was not a plausible part of their living experience. Ultimately, he would have to start conforming to the notion that his relationship with Brian would perpetually be platonic. And James began to wonder if that small and aged flat would be big enough to hold Vanessa's relationship with Brian and himself. James dozed off for a bit. A little over an hour later, he woke to Vanessa and Brian arguing. Although unpremeditated on his part, he could hear them from his bed.

"It's just a fucking dinner, Brian." Vanessa stated.

"It's my night off, Tess." Brian patiently countered. "I work at a bar, and the last thing I want on my day off is to end up in one. That's like me saying, hey, let us unwind from your week at the office and have some drinks... at the office." He jested, trying to usher the conversation away from Vanessa's increasingly high-pitched utterances.

"What, you rather just stay here and babysit my weirdo brother?" Even from his room, with his door closed, James could feel the regret in her voice.

"That was way out of line, Tess." Brian expressed, his voice filled with disappointment, "And yes. Maybe I do."

"I'm sorry. I'm just overworked, you know?" She claimed, dodging Brian's tone. "I need to unwind. So maybe it's best if I go alone with the girls tonight, ok?" She apprised. James heard her high heels clattering towards the door, followed by it closing.

There was stillness again for a while, then James heard Brian's footsteps going from his room into the living room, his body bashing heavily against the small couch. James rose from the bed, his instinct telling him to take this moment to approach Brian. He stripped, then put his shorts, t-shirt, and socks on before unlocking the door to the bedroom and carefully treading to meet Brian, who sat on the couch, his head relaxing on its headboard and his lengthy hair cascading over it. A cloud of smoke and the smell of weed filled the room, the TV was on but muted, and a small portable speaker was playing The Midnight's, Endless Summer. James walked confidently yet unhurriedly and sat on the couch, their bodies displayed like the last time they were there. He leaned back and crossed his arms. Brian inhaled deeply and exhaled as he turned his head to face James. James could sense his gust on him. He instantly felt inebriated and exhilarated, his groin tautening and his dick stiffening. Brian sat there looking at him, smiling unpretentiously.

"This is an amazing record." He stated as he stretched his arm and presented James with the blunt. James took the blunt, put it into his mouth, and took a big hit. He could feel Brian's spit coating the tip where his lips touched, and he made sure to lick it and savor it with his tongue before returning the blunt to Brian's hands. As both men sat there, relishing the high, a serene solitude took hold.

"I guess you heard that?" He asked. James nodded gently in warranty.

"Sorry about that, bud. Your sister...it's been a rough year for everyone, I guess." Brian concluded as he took another hit, handed the blunt back to James, took a small string from the table, and clutched his hair, girding it in a bun. His wide neck was now fully exposed, and Brian was swirling it around gently as he sighed, visibly tense.

"You want help with that?" James tackled as he eyed Brian straight on, with no dread or trepidation in his voice.

After a momentary pause, Brian returned the gaze, "Well, it's only fair. I rubbed your feet for over two hours the last time." He teased, sticking his tongue out. James beamed, and with absolute resolve, he signaled Brian to scoot over.

Brian tilted forward only enough to allow James to cram his slender frame behind his massive back, one leg on each side where the boy nestled himself. It was the closer their bodies had ever been to each other. James regretted his advance instantly. As soon as his legs grazed Brian's body, he felt a jolt of electricity build in his pelvis and disperse down his legs and into his chest.

"Wait." Brian said, slanting forward a bit to take a hit. He then laid the blunt on a small ashtray and still sloped forward, reached with his burly arms for his tank top, and yanked it, revealing his broad back.

Time froze as James crouched there, with Brian's back only inches away. The same back he had jerked off to so many times. The back that James had drawn countless times and with indefinite detail. He took a plunging yet hushed breath, attempting to pull focus away from his anxious state, and firmly yet gradually, placed his slender hands on Brian. He started from his lower back, slowly moving as he went, taking in every detail, stopping at the shoulder blades. His hands veered outwards, trying to keep up as Brian's muscles expanded like two immense wings. He continued through his triceps and started moving up his deltoids. Brian's skin was warm and rigid yet equally pacifying. James' hands finally stopped near the trapezius. He had taken his time, exploring Brian like he would those Greek statues in his art class slides. He prodded his slim fingers against Brian's neck and started making circular moves, dispersing the flow between both sides. He could feel Brian's chest extending and discharging very softly, and every time it occurred, a wave of cinnamon-scented breath traversed through the air, coursing through James.

Without forewarning, Brian drew his arms back and clasped James's legs, cladding them under him. James could feel Brian's armpit hairs honing against his skin, and the waves of pelvic rush became more potent and lengthier. Brian leaned further back, and now Brian's entire body was bolted to James. The boy brought his nose forward, nuzzling it gently on Brian's scruff. He whiffed his hair, and once he exhaled, he felt Brian following suit. It was the nearest James had ever been to his daydreams. But no fantasy could surpass the magnitude of this reality. He felt safe as he crouched there, wrapped in the safety of this older man's body. He hadn't even acknowledged the immense boner he sported. His pink shaft was towering and spasming, crushed between his abdomen and Brian's lower back. Brian's hands which were harboring James' ankles at this point, slowly started moving up toward his knees. They halted there and began rubbing them very softly. James couldn't even focus on his massage anymore. He thwarted and closed his eyes, tightening his whole body in euphoria. As he unleashed the strain, his arms came forward and girdled themselves around Brian's neck, and his head rested on it.

"Brian..." James muttered, almost inaudibly, as he nabbed his fit body even tighter, "Don't hate me." He begged as he began to sob delicately. Brian leaned forward and, swiftly and effortlessly, carried James' entire body from behind him and nestled him on his lap in front of him, placing James' legs around his pelvis. Their bodies were locked. James remained barred to Brian's neck and skin, embracing him hungrily, almost fearful of letting go.

"I don't hate you." Brian ensured, swathing his arms around Jason and bringing their chests together. They could feel each other's heartbeats. James' was much faster while Brian's was collected, ushering the other to follow his rhythm. As James' rhythm subsided and his pelvis awakened to its senses again, the sensation returned. He could now feel Brian's massive cock pulsating between his ass cheeks, honing along them. James moved his hips back and forth in stable and transient movements, caressing Brian's enormous shaft. As he did, Brian moaned cavernously, and his grip became tighter around James' torso.

"Brian?" James asked, his muffled voice struggling to leave Brian's embrace, "I want you to be my first." The boy prayed. Brian pulled away, holding James' face with both hands, forcing their eyes to meet. They gazed at each other for a moment, enveloped in each other's presence. James knew that Brian would never say it, that he would never engage unless he uttered the words, so in a bold and unprecedented move on his part, the boy leaned forward, and with his lush lips touching Brian's ear, he sensually ordained, "Take me to my room. I want you to fuck me."

Not a second later, his body was traversing through the air under the shielding embrace of Brian's powering strength. Finally, they reached the room, and Brian placed James' body on the bed. With gentleness and polish, which James had never experienced. He went back and shut the door, then turned the key a few times, sealing it. Brian turned around and stood bare-chested in all his glory, with the moonlight shattering through the window overhanging him. James' eyes dallied, and as they reached Brian's pelvis, he began to strip off his clothes. T-shirt first, then his socks, and finally his shorts. Brian followed suit and took off his sweatpants, unleashing his 9-inch shaft that darted forward and spewed a long string of precum that remained there, swaying. He traversed the small room towards James, who sat on the bed, bared and powerless. The stud then stood straight in front of James, and with his hand, Brian clasped the string of precum and drizzled it in his fingers, gently bringing them toward James' lips. He began running his soaked thumb through them, blanketing them with his manhood, periodically slipping the finger inside James' mouth and smudging his hand on his face while admiring the lushness of his lips. James was sucking and gobbling every bit of it, soughing softly. The salty flavor made his groin tilt forward. He looked at Brian's dick dangling before him, then looked up at Brian. He was staring down at him, his eyes glinting.

"Go for it." He counseled. "You know you want to."

James didn't even waver, for this was the moment he had waited for since Brian entered his life. With his left hand forward, James clutched the base of Brian's outlandish dick. He flared his mouth and started skating his tongue near the tip, cleaning the last bits of precum and sucking what was already seeping out. James could feel the edge becoming greasy and was keener to explore further. His bulky lips started accommodating more of Brian's prick as he went further in, carefully trying not to scratch his teeth. James wanted to impress Brian, but as the exploring began, the boy soon realized it would take more effort than initially thought. He wasn't even midway through and was already getting woozy and out of breath. His eyes drenched, and his breathing was getting flustered. Finally, Brian held his head and pushed it back, away from his dick. He caressed James' face and lay on the bed, tapping his large hand near his left leg.

"Come here." He summoned.

James grinned and soared over to Brian, snuggling himself on his left side. Brian adjusted his position, making himself comfortable, and unfurled his legs apart, opening room for his dick and sack to breed. James pushed even closer and put his left leg over Brian's while his left hand went in and seized hold of his dick that was still upright and pointing up, scarcely touching his body. He went in again, more confident. On the first try, James was already bouncing his head up and down, trying to acclimate to the sheer size of it. Finally, he was less strained, and his jawbone began to relax.

"Take it slow. Don't rush." Brian counseled, his hands running through James' curled light brown hair. He started unhurriedly making small motions, oaring his pelvis forward and inside James' mouth. There was a bit of toiling as James's eyes began to water, and he started stifling, but he was pushing through as saliva and precum began binding in his mouth and skating off from the sides, leaking down from his chin down Brian's balls. Finally, the unkempt sounds of Brian's dick fucking James' mouth started loading the room. Brian increased the rhythm as his massive, veiny cock slid deeper into James' mouth, his lush lips clasping every bit of it as he went in and out. With each jab, Brian drove more of him inside, and now James was swallowing 6 inches.

"Good boy," Brian grunted, with craving in his tone as he pounded his shaft in, "Your mouth feels amazing." His voice became increasingly belligerent.

James was whimpering, his eyes watering profusely, spit running down his chin and jaw, his face reddened, and his hands nabbed Brian's thighs. Even so, there was pleasurable gratification in his sounds which further increased Brian's thrusting and feistiness. His face was being ravaged by Brian's cock, and James felt more animately existent than ever before. He was oblivious to the outside world, and all he wanted to do was pleasure Brian. Short of breath, the boy soon unclosed his mouth from Brian's beast. When he tugged away, froth sank in buckets enfolding Brian's pubes and balls. He stifled and coughed, holding his forehead on Brian's abdomen, and between heavy gusts and gasps, he cried out, "Jesus, fuck! Oh my god..." He felt exerted and exhilarated at the same time. He looked at Brian to find his two large verdant eyes staring straight at him with ravenous ardor. James knew that look and tumbled back in without even seizing his breath.

Brian began lunging again, deeper and more aggressively, as James' mouth tightened around his prick more and more. James mewled as the rush returned, and his fists started clenching from the exertion. Brian was laying waste to his mouth. James could only lay there, latching himself to Brian, completely surrendering to his sexual supremacy over him. He was almost passing out when Brian unexpectedly pulled out and stood up. James collapsed on the bed, his face on the sheets where Brian lay, attempting desperately to catch his breath.

Before he even had time to think, Brian towed him by his ankles towards him, dragging his body over the bed. He then rubbed his dick between James' ass cheeks, taunting his tight and virgin gap. He slanted forward, placing his body on James' back, breathing on his neck, making his hair prickle. Taking his mouth near James', "Do you want me to fuck you? He razzed.

James could only nod, his head slumped beneath Brian's chest. How Brian's words traveled inside his ear made his squeezed dick stiffen under his pelvis. Brian was grinding James' ass with his dick, his abdomen squashing his glutes with circular motions. Finally, Brian stood up, and James, knowing what was coming, stretched his arm and tried to reach for the lube he had tucked away in the drawer on his night table.

"Leave it." Brian informed, clutching James' hand and locking it below his own against the mattress. With his right hand he forced James' right leg up, exposing his undiscovered pink hole. He then let go of James and used both hands to spread his cheeks, making his hole even more convenient. Without forewarning, Brian gathered a mouth full of spit and fired a hit on James' sphincter, moving in almost immediately with his tongue. James grasped the sheets he laid on firmly. The sensation of Brian's tongue in his hole felt almost too good to endure. He had fantasized about this juncture too many times to count, and now it was finally happening. Brian's tongue was regaling on his recess, stirring endlessly, occasionally stopping to probe inside. James could feel Brian's unshaven beard rub against his soothing skin. He was scouring it, his face crammed inside James' hole. He then began unhurriedly sliding his tongue up James' body along his back.

"You taste amazing," Brian divulged as he reached James' neck, going in for a gentle bite. "I'm going to put it in now."

James arched his head back in utter concession, nestling on Brian's shoulder, "Brian...I..." He pleaded.

"It's ok," Brian assured. "Do you trust me?" He questioned with a plunging but pacifying tone. James curved his head as far back as he could, his eyes now glued to Brian's. Their mouths were close enough for James to smell Brian's breath. Both men were breathing on each other. James nodded, giving Brian consent to proceed.

Brian stood up, his legs restraining James under him, going under him, and clasped his dick, trickling with precum. He then proceeded to do the same, with his dick leaking copious amounts, most of it already blanketing James' lower back. Finally, he spread the batter over his dick and leaned over James, inserting the tip gradually. James immediately reacted, clenching his body. But Brian didn't pull out. Instead, he stayed there waiting for James to adjust and relax. The stud then boosted his body over James, his arms holding all his body weight in the air, and started to go in slowly and persistently. James couldn't see it, but he felt Brian's musculature performing in unison to furnish the perfect strokes in both rhythm and intensity. And with that, he finally began to relax. Brian's shaft was slowly but surely penetrating him, and James could feel the walls of his hole expand and adapt to accommodate Brian's beast. As he shut his eyes, James tumbled into that moment. He started to wail softly, finally dismissing any fear and relinquishing himself to Brian. His whole body now belonged to him. Brian's pelvis was now driving at a steady pace going in and out of James' hole, drilling carefully. As Brian conquered more and more of James' hole and his dick was now 6 inches in, the boy's moaning became more audible and sexual. Any residual sounds of pain were now of pure pleasure. Sensing this, Brian slumped his body and crumpled over James' soft frame, plunging the remaining 3 inches in one fell swoop.

"Oh my god!" James blurted out, the sound muffled by the pillow he grasped with both hands. Brian was all in, and he could feel his dick twitching inside.

"Fuck. Your ass feels incredible." He stated, gently moving his hips in circular motions flaring James' orifice to accommodate all of him.

Brian swathed his right arm around James' torso while his left slid down to his ass, unfurling his cheeks. Brian then began improving his thrusting, pumping his dick into James' gap, going all the way in, as the sounds of his pelvis blasting James' ass echoed around the room. His hole was now steeping in precum and spit, and as Brian's pumps became more vibrant, the splattering sounds that filled the room followed suit. James willingly relinquished his body to Brian. There was no outside world. All that existed now were these two men's bodies surrendering to each other, with no boundaries or borders. At this point, James felt the need to glance at Brian. He turned his head and body, laboring to do so under the prevailing force of Brian's thrusting stirs. Brian allowed the boy's body to turn sideways but never pulled himself from James. Their eyes were now assembling each other, gazing lustfully. Brian's jabs stalled progressively but never stopped as he kept pulling out until the head of his staff was about to exit James and then ramming it back in gradually. James knew the risk but, lost in his lust, he leaned towards Brian, going in for a kiss. Brian pulled back, lingering for a while, his leafy stare fixed on James' mouth, his hips pushing continually inside James' hole.

"Brian..." James beseeched.

"Open your mouth." Brian mandated. James obliged immediately, sticking his tongue out. Brian mustered some spit and let it slide slowly inside James' mouth. Most of it fell inside, and the few specks that blundered on James' lips, James made sure to gather with his tongue, ravishing every bit as he savored it in his mouth, sighing. Brian's rhythm increased as he watched, his grunts becoming less sensual and feral. In turn, James' moans went from eager to submissive and gradually shifted to whimpering from both ache and pleasure. Brian stood up swiftly, bringing James' body with him, both on their knees on the bed, their bodies suited together like two jigsaw pieces. Brian was now brutishly fucking James, holding him packed to his body, the boy's head leaning back, resting on his right shoulder as he let out these feeble and querulous sounds, which only seemed to push Brian to be even more forceful. Suddenly, his right hand approached James' face and sheathed his mouth while his other hand swathed around his torso. In turn, James' arms enveloped over Brian's.

"James..." Brian said, panting. "I'm going to breed you," His breathing became more unsettling, "So whatever happens..." He groaned, increasing the rhythm, "Wherever you go in your life..." His voice deepened as James' whimpers attempted to escape his grip, "I will always be there...Inside you." He professed, releasing a roaring howl.

Their bodies ceased moving, and the room became noiseless. With each slight thrust of his pelvis, Brian was offloading large streams of cum inside James. James was also coming, hands-free, discharging his load all over the bed, his arms still taped around Brian's. He could feel Brian's dick dilating inside him, and each pump went deeper and deeper into him. It was the most unutterable feeling he had ever experienced. Finally, their bodies collapsed on the bed, Brian's weight pressing James down, smudging his belly all over his load. They remained there for quite a while, capturing their breaths, their bodies affixed and moving in unison. Brian's shaft was rigid still and squirming inside James' hole, cum beginning to ooze out. Brian unclenched his hand from James' mouth, releasing a gasp. Once the high subsided, Brian slowly pulled out of James, loosening his hole, which dispersed air like a flattened balloon and several jolts of viscid white batter. Brian untangled himself, sitting on the edge of the bed, his hands over his face and long raven hair, all disheveled.

"What the fuck did I just do...?" He examined, almost inwardly.

"It's ok." James comforted, sensing the regret build in Brian's voice. "I wanted it." He said, bringing his body forward and touching Brian's thigh. But Brian got up, picked his clothes from the floor, and stood at the door before shifting back to face James, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, completely exposed, drenched in cum, and still visibly tired out.

"This was a one-time thing, James. It can't happen again." Brian declared. Even though he seemed resolute in his reply, there was also gloom and hesitation in his tone.

"I understand." James replied in a subdued and trusting manner.

Brian unlocked the door and fled the room. James stood there silently for a moment, his body lit by the streaks of moonlight reaching through the window. Then, finally, he laid his body back in bed, his back sponged by the still-moist sheets. There, looking at the ceiling, James mulled over what had transpired, thinking about the beauty and rawness of it. He then realized that something had shifted inside him. James wasn't sad or unsure, and a silent conviction brewed inside him. He didn't care that Brian shunned him again. Instead, the boy began to beam. Because deep down, he knew.

Brian would be back.