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As his huge hard cock pumped deep up into my eager ass-hole I could hardly believe it was finally happening. I lay there with my legs wrapped around him to drive him further into the dark recesses of my aching chute and thought of all the times I'd fantasized about this very moment. I think my first sexual feeling was about him. I remember being about 12 years old and looking out the window one summer day to see him mowing the lawn. He did our yard plus about half a dozen of the close neighbors. It was the summer between his junior and senior years of high school so he must've been 17 ... yeah, that's right. He didn't look like your average teenager though, not by a long shot. Chuck Hayes could easily pass for twenty-one. It was a characteristic that made him very popular with the guys at school who needed someone to buy booze for them. I remember him coming in for a cool drink once while mowing our back yard and he picked up the phone, not knowing that I was home. He'd called one of his buddies about a big blast that was going on that evening and I picked up the phone in the den to eavesdrop. "C'mon man" I heard his friend say "you're the only one who can get it for us. Jesus Chuck, all you gotta' do is go into the liquor store with your shirt unbuttoned and nobody in the world would guess you're underage". It was true. That's the part that excited me the most about him -- his incredibly hairy chest. My dad couldn't come close to matching what Chuck had, and I wished I could somehow have know Chuck's dead father. I'll bet he could rival a fucking gorilla. I hung up the phone silently as I heard him agree to make a beer run for this party and then I tiptoed out of the den hoping that I could get upstairs before he realized I was in the house. Evidently his phone call ended almost immediately after I'd hung up because as I rounded the corner to the kitchen I ran right into him. I don't know which of us was more surprised by the collision but I put my hand out and accidentally touched his manly, muscular and hair-coated chest. "Whoa Jason!" he exclaimed. "I thought your dad dropped you off at the country club this morning on his way to work, that's what he said he was going to do yesterday when he reminded me that his lawn needed mowing". "Yeah well, I decided not to go today. Caddying for free isn't all it's cracked up to be!" I explained and Chuck reminded me that the local country club typically hired kids at fourteen for regular caddies but that they preferred to hire the ones who had put in at least one summer as a volunteer. "Yeah I know" I said, trying not to stare at the incredibly thick blanket of dark curls that coated his bulging chest. A heavy line of hair ran down from mid-pectorals to his navel and then disappeared into the top of his cut-off jeans. The fact that he'd been working outside and was sweating made the hairs glisten with moisture and I resisted the urge to put my hand against his chest once more. (Accidentally touching him as we collided had been one thing, but I didn't dare just come right out and grope him -- although I would've loved to do just that.) He excused himself, saying that if he didn't finish soon my dad wouldn't pay him. He added that he was supposed to do the Petersons' and the Bakers' as well that afternoon. They were houses on either side of ours, which meant I could go up to my room and watch him ride that big mower for the better part of the afternoon from my window. My grandparents would probably shit if they had any idea how I used the high-powered binoculars they had bought me for my twelfth birthday. If I focused them really well I could almost see the droplets of sweat that formed at the base of Chuck's back, right where the thick patch of dark hair exploded into the back of his well-worn gym shorts. When he got up off the seat of the tractor I could see the line of moisture that had run down into his ass- crack, the faded shorts darker right there than any- where else. That day after I'd run into him in the kitchen and actually felt his hairy chest against the palm of my hand was the first time I shot my load. Yeah, it felt great and I couldn't believe how much of it there was! It was the first of many times that summer that I watched him out the window and fantasized about what it would be like to touch more than his bare chest. Nothing happened that summer, or the next, or the next except that every time I saw Chuck I got more and more turned on. He eventually went away to college and came home just a few times a year. Considering the fact that his father was dead and his mother had long ago remarried and started a "second family" it was understandable that he might make other plans for his vacations. Following a chance meeting with the neighbor at the mailbox, my mother related to me that Chuck had plans for Spring break in Cancun during his senior year of college. What I wouldn't give to be there with him, lazing on the beaches all day and spending the hot tropical nights in his bed. I had no idea what two guys might do in bed, but I was certain that Chuck could teach me everything I needed to know. That summer he stayed at school to work on his Master's degree but he recommended me to all the neighbors to take over his lawn-mowing jobs. I made a shit-load of money but would've gladly given it all up for one day alone with him.....a day in which I would admit to him how I felt about him and hope that he felt the same. That one accidental touch of his hairy chest back when I was twelve had etched itself into my memory for almost six years and I was beginning to think I would go crazy if I didn't do something about my desire for him! I was born in late November, and the cut-off date to get into Kindergarten was Oct 31. That made me almost the oldest kid in my class (except for the ones who'd repeated grades back in elementary school) . I turned eighteen just a couple of days before Thanksgiving break. I knew Chuck was finishing up his course work that semester and would student teach in the Winter/Spring semester. He had said back in the summer that he was assigned to a school half-way across the state and I was really bummed out. In our neighborhood it was a tradition for all the families to get together in the evening, after we had each had our own individual dinners earlier. It was held this time at the Baker's (just to the west of our house). Chuck was there of course, but so was that Baker bitch, and she kept throwing herself at Chuck. It was so obvious! She used every excuse imaginable to put her hands on him. Okay, I guess I was jealous! The day after Thanksgiving my folks left early in the morning for an out of town wedding. I managed to get out of it by saying that I had a mandatory practice that afternoon. I didn't, but it was a good excuse and they bought it. It started snowing almost the moment they left the driveway and it was coming down like crazy. I was watching TV until the power went out then decided I may as well go out and shovel the driveway so they could get back in. I must've worked for half and hour and made virtually no progress. Immediately after I would clean a spot it was covered over again. I looked up and saw Chuck motioning to me from the doorway and I went over to him. "Jesus Jason are you crazy. The wind-chill's below zero out there. Come in and get warmed up. I've got a fire going!" I followed him into the house, down the stairs to the basement rec room that became Chuck Hayes' bedroom when he was home. It had a pool table, a pull-out sleeper sofa and (best of all) a fireplace. Yes, he had a roaring blaze going and I peeled off my wet coat and gloves. Even my jeans were soaked and I figured they would dry by sitting next to the fire. "If the power would come back on we could throw those things in the dryer, but hanging them over that chair ought to help them dry. Hey, better get that sweatshirt off before you catch pneumonia" he said. He must've read my mind or the look on my face gave it away because he said "Hey look, if you're embarrassed about stripping down in front of me you don't need to. If it'll make you feel better I'd take mine off too". He didn't wait to see what I would respond to that, but started unbuttoning his shirt right away. That's all it took for me. I stepped forward and pulled his fingers away from his shirt. "Here, let me do that" I insisted, and my hands shook as I fumbled with the buttons. I pulled the shirt away and gasped at his huge, hairy chest. I reached out with both open hands and grabbed his muscular, mounded pecs, feeling the hardness of his body beneath my palms. "Oh shit!" I said, reacting to the feel of his coarse chest mat under my fingers and he grinned at me. He knew just what he was doing to me, and he was enjoying it. He pinched my nipple between his thumb and first finger and they popped to instant erection. "You like that huh?" he asked, and I nodded my head in reply. He leaned forward and pressed his mouth to one of them, sucking gently at first and then a little more actively. At that point I moaning out loud from the fact that his rough-whiskered face was rubbing my bare chest raw as he sucked my tits. It was an incredible feeling! He let loose of my tit and his tongue trailed down from the center of my chest all the way down to my navel before he dipped into it and chewed on the button of my belly for a moment. "Let's get these damned things off!" he said, tugging at the button and then the zipper of my jeans. Once he had them loose he yanked my wet jeans and my under- shorts down in one big pull. My cock had been hard since the moment I followed him down the basement stairs, so it flopped out immediately. "Nice cock!" he said, and my head swelled in pride. "Looks good enough to eat!" he joked and he lunged forward to take the first few inches of it into his mouth. I thought I would come immediately and he must've sensed that because he eased up a bit, just long enough for me to gain my control and then he pressed forward once more, this time taking the entire 8-inch shaft into his mouth. I don't know if it was under a minute or over an hour when I blasted into his face. Time had sort of ceased to exist as he blew me that first time. I watched in amazement as he swallowed every drop of the huge load I pumped into him. Well, almost every drop....he managed to hold a big glob of it in his mouth and when he stood up and kissed me he thrust his tongue deep into my mouth so that I could taste my own spunk. I don't know which was the bigger turn-on, the flavor of my cum or the idea that I was kissing this guy I'd lusted after for so long. He picked me up as if I were a feather and carried me over to the pool table, kissing me hard on the mouth the whole way there. Once there he set me on the edge and pulled my wet jeans and shorts off completely. At this point I had only a pair of socks on and he still wore his jeans. He grabbed my legs and pushed them up toward my chest, giving him easy access to my bare butt. I had no idea what to expect at that point, but when he leaned forward and pressed his bristly-bearded face into the crack of my ass I came again. Not so much as the first time, but enough for him to notice that I'd done it again. He licked my balls and tugged at the light hairs with his lips, then slobbered all over my ass-hole and rammed his tongue way up into the slit. I was going crazy by this point, but it got even better when he inserted a finger up my hole and started working that in and out. Finally I couldn't stand it any longer. "Oh shit Chuck, fuck me! Shove your big cock up my hot ass-hole man!" I had no idea what I was saying, no comprehension of what I was asking him to do, but he didn't take advantage of me. "You sure?" he asked, adding that it might hurt if this was my first time. "I don't care if you rip me in two you big hairy son-of-a-bitch. I want you to fuck me!" And fuck me he did, right there on the pool table. It was the first of dozens of times that we did it that weekend. Eventually we moved to the sofa bed and then upstairs to my room. My room!? Upstairs?! Oh yeah, did I forget to mention that Chuck is my half-brother? His dad was my mother's first husband, and she married my dad when Chuck was just a little kid. We spent the whole weekend wrapped up together either in my bed or in front of a blazing fire in the basement. The electricity eventually came back on, but the storm had been bad enough to strand my parents at the out of town wedding until the following Monday. When they called to check on us I insisted that I was in good hands with big brother Chuck around. "Are you staying warm enough?" she asked (knowing that the power had been out) and I assured her that I was plenty "warm" wrapped up in the hairy blanket of my big brother's chest. "Well, I hope you two don't drive one another crazy there alone!" she said, and I laughed to myself as I thought of how he'd been driving me crazy for the last several years.