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M brother is theee years older than me. I always liked it when his friends would stay over. They were all sexy farm boys but one of them in particular always caught me eye. His name is Dillon. He was about 6 feet tall, great muscular swimmers build, black hair hair and blue/green eyes. I always remembered Dillon’s long eye lashes and, as he got older, his slightly fuzzy chest. I wasn’t old enough to hang out with them while in high school; seniors couldn’t be seen with freshmen even if they were related.
After I graduated and finished my first year of college, I came home to help my dad as I was the youngest and, with dad getting older and my brother in the Navy, me dad could use the help. I used it for a good workout and for a nice tan.
One day, I went in to town to get some feed for the chickens and I ran in to Dillon, which I hadn’t seen in years. I didn’t recognise him at first because he filled out nicely and his black hair was now mostly silver, even though he was only, in guessing, twenty four by this time. And to my pleasant surprise, he was working there.
“Dillon?” I asked. “Hey man what’s up?” he asked. “Just getting some stuff for Dad” I replied. “Whatcha lookin’ for?” Dillon asked. “Chicken feed” I replied pointing to the empty shelf. “But looks like you’re out” I said. “There’s some in the back. Come on” he said walking towards the back of the store, grabbing a wheeled ladder.
As Dillon climbed the ladder, he reached up and grabbed a bag. His shirt rose up and exposed his hairy belly. I smiled. “Catch!” he said tossing the bag sown at me.
“Damn Dill!” I said barely catching it. “I always knew you were a good catcher” he laughed. “I never played ball!” I replied. “That’s not what I meant...” he said with a smirk.
“You wish!” was my best retort. “Yup” he said as he descended the ladder. “Always did” he said as he slapped my shoulder, casually walking away. I never hid me being gay but no one ever asked me directly so I assumed my brother’s friends all knew. It was a small town after all.
“What are you doing tonight?” I asked. “Nuthin’” he said Still facing me but walking backwards. “Come over?” I said almost begging. “Sure. Ten?” he asked. “Okay”
Ten o’clock and there’s a knock at the door. I opened it and Dillon walked in to the kitchen. I made the sign to be quiet and led him through the kitchen to the back room where I was staying. I flipped on the tv and we sat down Dillon snuggled up to me before the first commercial. “Beer?” I asked. “Sure” Dillon was always a man of few words. “I almost didn’t recognise you today” I told him. “Yeah I’ve gone grey early” he said rubbing his hair. “It can go grey so long as it doesn’t go away!” I told him. “Besides. It looks good I think. It shows wisdom” I assured him. “I ain’t gonna I wise” he said. “Would wise do this?” He asked as he reached over and kissed me. “Definitely” I said as I kissed him back. His stubble scratching my mouth so hard it almost burned.
After a few minutes of kissing Dillon said “You grew up nice! But I knew you would. You were always a good looking kid!” he told me. “I always had a crush on you” i told him. “Yeah I could tell. But what I never imagined was how nice you’d grow up to be!” he said squeezing my arms and shoulders. “I think you’re bigger than me now” he confessed. “How does that make you feel?” I asked him. “You tell me” he said standing up his jeans bulging.
I reached up and unbuttoned his shirt. It opened showing me that the past few years he really blossomed in to a man: muscular hairy chest, flat stomach with a perfect treasure trail.
I rubbed his stomach as I unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants. His bright red briefs surprised me and I laughed. “What’s so funny?” he asked. “I just didn’t expect you to wear such a...purty pair of panties” I said with a smile. “Well if that’s how you feel...” he started to pull up his jeans.
“No. No no. It’s fine” I said stopping him. “Let me
Make you feel more at home” I said as I pulled down his pretty red undies. His well untrimmed, but totally manageable bushSprung to life surrounding his beautiful member. For years I fantasised about this moment. But it was nothing like I had invisibles. His cut member wasn’t super long but nice and thick with a slight left curve and bigger hard than I expected. I took him in to my mouth slowly, allowing myself to wet his entire shaft I took him all the way down and used my throat to message his member. I face punched him crotch allowing his swinging balls to bounce off my chin.
He grabbed the back of my head and took control of his blowjob. He sped up his thrusts and the faster he went the harder he breathed. I was fully hard myself in my own jeans but didn’t have a chance to touch myself before he unloaded in my mouth. He fell forward trying to be as quiet as he could while he pumped ounce after ounce of his juice in my mouth. I didn’t swallow anything because I could barely breath. I came in my jeans without even taking off my pants.
As he pulled himself out of my mouth he whimpered as his head pulled past my lips. I stood up with a black spot on my jeans. Dillon smiled as I walked past him to spit out his seed in the sink. I then changed in to a pair of shorts and a t shirt and walked back in the room to see Dillon fully clothed.
“Heading out?” I asked defeated. “Yeah” he said without making eye contact.
“Oh ok then” I said as I headed towards the door. He grabbed my arm firmly. “You free tomorrow night?” he asked. “No. But I’m free Sunday night” I offered.
“What’s your number?” he asked pulling out his phone. I gave it to him and the out it in his contacts. “I’ll message you my address” he said. “I live alone so we can be as loud as we want” he said with a smirk.
“We?”
“Me and you. You and me. Whatever” he said.
“Should I bring the beer?” I asked.
“Sure. Oh and some lube. I’ll need it” he said as he kissed me on the cheek. “You’ll need it?” I asked. “Well, we will both need it. I imagine I’m pretty tight back there” he said as he opened the door looking back at me with that trademark Dillon grin.
It was a good summer that year!