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Subject: Brother In Awe | Chapter 4 Chapter 4 – What Goes Around “Cums” Around It had been three months since James moved out of his sister Vanessa’s house in the wake of increasingly uncomfortable circumstances. She had begun to ostracize James, making him feel shunned. And despite the occasional intervention of Brian in the more tense situations, it seemed inevitable that the relationship between the two siblings would eventually surrender to the tragedy of their parents’ passing and the pressure of all the financial issues that ensued. Despite the situation, James felt it was the best decision for him. Of course, not seeing Brian every day took a toll on him. Their last encounter had clearly shown that what the two had shared was more than just lust or sexual urges. And despite Brian’s reaction, James knew there was affection between the two. He felt it with each string of batter Brian pumped inside his ass that night behind the closed door in his small room in that forsaken flat. Things had changed since then. James had moved in with a friend from school named George. George was a straight guy, studied graphic design, and hoped to make it as a game program developer. They had bonded over how poor the food from the school canteen was. After that, they started hanging out, listening to music, going to concerts, and going out occasionally since both weren’t particularly social. With so many affinities, it wasn’t long until James suggested they share rent on a small apartment near school, about twenty minutes from the coffee shop where he worked. “This was a great idea.” George noted as he nibbled on a bag of sweet chips. “Yeah. It was.” James responded with a subtle smile. It was Saturday, and they had been binge-watching a new show on Netflix. They sat on a small cumbersome two-seat sofa they had dug up on the street a month before. The apartment was about the same size as Vanessa and Brian’s place. James had the larger room now, while George slept in the smaller one adjacent to the bathroom. Not that it made much difference since they spent most of their time in the living room. They got along really well together. George would bring girls over to the house every once in a while, and James had to endure their moaning all night, but even that didn’t make their living circumstances any less ideal. George was an attractive guy. Not particularly tall and not incredibly fit, but he had an amazingly tender smile and a nice dick. Not that James was actively looking to find out, but he had seen him on several occasions while George was getting out of the shower and had used the opportunity to take an engaged peek. George, in turn, was always asking James about himself and wanting to regale on his experiences as a young gay man. But James would bypass those conversations altogether. The truth of the matter was his body was still a temple. And it belonged to Brian. They had loaded their house with valueless old stuff they would find at thrift shops and garage sales. It made it alluring and unique, in James’ opinion. There were some drawings on the walls of George and other random people made by James. It was the typical two-bedroom student house with an artsy and mundane look. Life was generally going well for James, and he felt a sort of serenity and collectivism that had been missing from his life since his parent’s death. In many respects, the last three months had shown themselves to be a particularly enriching experience. James no longer depended on others and was beginning to rely solely on himself, which was an unexplored yet satisfactory feeling. Even so, he felt there was always something lacking. Ever since James left his sister’s house, something was lingering in the back of his head. He knew what it was, but he couldn’t bring himself to even think about it. The reality of that night, the consummation of their lust, was as much a beautiful memory as it was a painful one. Brian’s reaction to push him away only helped cement James’ conviction that whatever they felt for each other was far from resolved. “So, are you ready for the big opening?” George questioned. “Not really. I’m dreading it. I sort of hate public events. Especially when it’s around me.” James replied with a mild giggle. “Hey dude, be proud. Your work is good. Really good. I’m mean, I’m no expert. But the ones you did for me were amazing.” George noted as he pointed at the wall where one of his nude sketches was displayed, attempting to cheer a visibly unbothered James. “Thanks.” James declared, smiling gently. “I should get ready.” He stated, as he slugged himself off the couch, going straight to his room, stripping all his clothes, and walking naked through the small corridor towards the tiny bathroom. He and George were comfortable with each other’s nudity, so this conduct was common practice between the two. James entered the shower and turned the water on full pressure, hot enough to provoke a gentle jolt in his groin. As he stood there, his velvety body sprayed with scalding water and his hand softly caressing his dick and balls, he recalled all the occasions he jerked off to Brian’s visual image. Even though it was under a year ago, it felt as though ages had passed. His dick was now hard as the water ran loudly over him. He began jerking it in steady motions, focusing the movements on the tip to make it more intense. He extended his left arm and leaned it against the wall, bearing all his body weight toward it. He sank his head and closed his eyes, and the euphoria grew exponentially in his groin. His asshole started twitching as he imagined Brian’s dick sliding inside with brutal force. This sight propelled his pelvis forward, and without warning, he started pumping his load against the shower wall. Strings of batter fired from his pink shaft in regular intervals. James giggled to himself, thinking how the mere mental image of Brian could still make him cum so fast. Even though he felt different, more sure of himself, he knew that when it came to Brian, he would always feel like the awkward kid in the room. He washed his now cum drenched damp dick, dried his beautiful, smooth-skinned body, went to his room, and proceeded to get attired for the exhibition later that evening. The venue was hectic that night as students, teachers, art collectors, and friends attended to honor and encourage the school’s students’ work. Everyone’s relatives were there except James’. A few days earlier, James had sent a text to Vanessa gaziantep escort inviting her to attend, but she didn’t reply. Not that, given their rocky relationship in the past year, he would expect her to show up, but internally he hoped she would since her presence meant that there was a chance that Brian might show up as well. Regardless, people appeared to gravitate towards James’ work. His section of the showroom was packed. People perused and commented on every detail of his work with added interest. James’ work was mostly about nudes and male forms. And most of them depicted men who shared a strong resemblance to Brian. George was there with some mutual friends from school. The night was long, and James was on a roll as he sold most of his paintings. Mr. Selner, his senior teacher with the hunchback, came by and congratulated him with a sense of pride in his eyes. “Nice work James. I see great things in your future!” He remarked. “Thank you, Mr. Selner.” James reacted with a gentle smile, always spared in his display of emotions. The night went by with people coming to congratulate James. His friends from school, George included, gathered around him for a while, drinking cocktails and cracking jokes. James seemed to enjoy his friend’s presence, and for a moment, he forgot to watch the door in the hopes that Brian would come through, allowing him to have fun with his friends. They eventually decided to go together to a club nearby. James still needed to settle some stuff with the show’s organizer regarding all his sold work. “You guys go ahead. I’ll catch up to you there.” He said, winking to George and signaling him to move the group ahead. “Guys, let’s go. The artist needs to collect his coin.” He said, winking back to James and grinning. As the noise moved further away from the venue, a strangely inebriating silence took over. James looked around at a deserted showroom, beaming with life just minutes earlier. He wandered around, seeing other colleagues’ work. Frowning at some and smiling at others, he eventually came full circle, back to the area where his work lay displayed. Every single one of his paintings had a sold ticket on them. James sat on a white silk bench right in front, his arms spread to the side and his back slightly hunched. His head dropped down as he released a sounding gust of air. James sat alone, reveling in the stillness. Even with his eyes closed, he could hear footsteps coming in his direction, and as they grew closer, he began to recognize a very familiar scent. It was musk and cinnamon. “Hey, Bud.” A voice sounded. James’ eyes opened slowly. A sudden rush of adrenaline spanned his entire body. He beamed but couldn’t bring himself to look back, so he remained steady. He straightened his back, held his head up, and pulled his jolting body from the silk bench. He turned around to face Brian, standing there in all his manly glory, hand in his pocket, sporting a letter jacket and tight jeans. James looked at him, and everything about their last encounter came rushing in. Brian was staring back. And behind his green eyes, James could see himself reflected clearly. “Hey.” He replied. “Wasn’t sure you were gonna show up.” He added cheekily. “I couldn’t miss it.” Brian reacted, his eyes gazing intensely at James and his tongue running through his moist, perfectly drawn lips. “How have you been?” He asked. “I’m good.” James responded, trying to sound blasé. “You look good.” Brian noted, “You look great.” He continued as his eyes ran through James’ whole body, “Mind if we sit down a bit?” He asked, moving over to James and sitting on the bench facing the wall. James stood there for a brief moment, looking around the empty gallery, before joining Brian. They could hear a janitor laboring in the back, unhurriedly brushing the floor with a mop. “You look good too.” James stated. He then proceeded, almost inaudibly, “You always look good.” Brian tilted his head over to James and smiled. “Look at that.” Turning James’ attention toward the wall, “You’re a fucking Picasso.” He said as he contemplated the set of sold plates. “I’m proud of you, James.” James could feel it again. The electric jolts, journeying through his body and the tension building. They never once looked at each other, but their hands began moving to meet over the silky white bench. Their fingers slowly touched, caressing ever so gently. James could feel the hairs on the back of his head tingle with excitement. The silence was so intense that their breathing was the only thing heard across the space. “These look amazing.” Brian stated, then paused, “They kinda remind me of someone.” He said, smiling without looking at James. “Yeah, he shows up a lot in my work.” James replied in a cheeky tone. “Maybe it’s a phase.” He said, as his tone shifted slightly. “I see.” Brian reacted, his voice slowing down as his head lowered. “I’ll eventually move on.” James commented confidently. He turned his head to face Brian, who seemed unable to do the same. “But I’m just not over him yet.” He declared. Brian’s head hinged up immediately. He didn’t return the look, but James could notice Brian’s glazed eyes sparkling from the side. It was the first time he had seen Brian vulnerable. “You got plans?” Brian asked, finally facing James. “Yeah. I’m supposed to meet some friends for drinks. I should get going.” James announced, getting up slowly, signaling Brian to follow suit. But he wouldn’t budge. “I’ll stay a bit longer.” Brian stated. James nodded in agreement. “I’ll…see you around, Brian.” James uttered as he stood there, tentative. His mind told him to leave, but his body seemed to disagree entirely. Both men stood there, gazing at each other, unwilling to let go of one another. He finally gestured goodbye with his hand, reluctantly, and turned away as his eyes started loading up with tears. James rushed for the door as fast as he could, and just as he turned the corner, he looked back and saw Brian sitting alone on that velvety white bench, looking up, marveling at his work. His legs blundered as he bolted across the sidewalk towards the bar, and his eyes began to well up as he fought the tears. This encounter made James finally understand that everything he felt about Brian was a fantasy. They could never be together. In that venue, surrounded by the products of his obsession, along with Brian, he finally saw the massive barricades that divided them. James knew he had to let him suriyeli escort go. And as this realization came over him, tears began to flood. He wept in complete silence as he wandered alone on the street. His chest began to hurt as if it could burst and splatter over the sidewalk. He started running, attempting to drop his heart rate. Two blocks later, he reached the club where his friends were waiting. He went in, feeling slightly moony, and soon caught up with George and the rest of the gang. They seemed pretty drunk already and didn’t waste time getting James up to speed. About an hour later, between shots and a whisky cola, James had finally relaxed. He danced on the main floor, oblivious to everything around him. Life felt void of time and space, and James danced his pain away for over two hours. All eyes were on him, and every man and woman inside that nightclub marveled as his body moved in reckless abandonment. George was trying to hook up with a girl, so James took the queue and left the club alone. He strolled home feeling exhilarated yet satisfied. As he walked, clouds began to gather in the night sky, and soon it started raining heavily. James scampered home, sprinting and smiling as his soaked body rippled through the streets. He felt alive like he hadn’t felt in a long time. As he reached the flat, he stopped at the main door of the building to fetch his keys from his pocket. As he did, he felt a presence around. He attempted to look around but couldn’t see very well given the heavy rain and poor lighting in the street, so he turned the key and entered, ran up the stairs, and entered the apartment. He stripped immediately and hopped on the shower, dialing the temperature as high as his delicate skin could handle. He stood there, the scalding water washing all his problems away. He clasped himself and took a deep breath. He finally felt at home. After showering, he exited and dried himself with a towel, conserving a semblance of moisture. He was on his way to his room when he heard a knock on the door. He assumed it was his roommate George, who kept forgetting his keys. He wadded the towel around his waist and went for the door, opening it. Standing there, looking even more towering, with his leather jacket and denim pants drenched, his lengthy raven hair trickling over his face, bending over the doorway as he gazed intensely at James, was Brian. His green eyes fixated on Jame’s naked torso, then his face, and finally landed on his eyes, where he seemed to linger. James’ heart stopped. His heart squeezed tight inside his chest. Brian came forward, halting himself in front of James. His eyes were closed, but his fingers started touching Jame’s hands softly, coming up along his arms, over his elbows, caressing the soft skin over them, then moving to the shoulders, the neck, where his hands rested, holding James’. He leaned forward and nestled his nose on James’ neck, taking a long sniff, then releasing his breath, enveloping James in his cinnamon fragrance. “I missed your smell.” Brian sounded softly. There was no anger, resentment, guilt or regret in his voice. There was only affection. James’ eyes welled up. He took his hands and encased them over Brian’s arms. “I missed your touch.” Brian continued. Their heads were now softly bumping against each other. Their hair, patting together. With their noses grazing and their eyes gazing profusely. “I missed that look.” He said in a deep voice, his mouth now slightly opened. His breath was now blanketing Jame’s face. “Brian…I….” James uttered. But Brian didn’t let him finish. With a raging passion, he gripped James’ head with his hands and brought their mouths together. Whatever feeling of empowerment James felt before evaporated in that second. He yielded himself to Brian’s embrace. Brian slid his tongue inside James’ mouth and their lips locked. Their tongues were dancing, entangled, while Brian’s lips fed passionately on James’ plump red lips. Brian stripped his jacket and swiftly unlocked James’ towel from his waist. He lifted James in the air, kicking the door behind him shut. James hooked his legs around Brian’s waist before he pressed his body against the wall behind them. Their mouths were still locked as they passionately kissed. James was moaning uncontrollably. His hard dick rubbing against Brian’s cold belt. His hands grasped Brian’s wet hair. Brian’s hands held James’ ass, squeezing his bubble peach. Their mouths parted momentarily, and they gazed at each other again, their eyes completely enthralled as lust and passion poured from them. James opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out, begging Brian to kiss him again, like a small bird asking for food. Brian obliged, licking James’ lips a few times before going back in, sucking viciously on James’ mouth, his tongue taking over every single space inside and conquering every inch of it with his spit. James was in rapture. His moaning fused with an urge to cry and became a passionate whimpering that seemed to entice Brian even more. Brian pushed his head away from James, unlocking their enamored mouths. He gently placed James on the ground and started stripping. First, his belt, then his shirt, exposing his beautiful broad and fuzzy chest. Then his pants and finally his boxers, already laboring to contain his 9-inch dick inside. As he unleashed it, the stiffness was beyond anything James had ever seen. It stood erect, pointing up between their stomachs, twitching and drooling with precum. Brian looked at James and chuckled. James jumped to his embrace, scissoring his legs around him and taking his mouth near Brian’s ear. “Brian…” He whispered as Brian’s arms surrounded him, gathering all his strength before uttering, “I love you.” There was silence. Their bodies stood still. James’ ass levitated in the air, and Brian’s shaft nestled between his cheeks, warm and twitching. “I…” Brian shot back, searching James’ eyes before sticking his tongue inside his mouth again and kissing him passionately. He carried James’ body inside his room and spread him on the bed. He stood there for a while, marveling at James’ naked body on the bed, completely vulnerable and willing to submit to him. He started stroking his dick, pushing his foreskin back and revealing the head, precum leaking. James knew what Brian needed and wanted, and in a swift move, he turned his body, aligning it with the edge of the bed, his mouth facing out. Brian scooted rus escort forward and started slapping his dick on James’ face as he moaned eagerly, pleading for Brian’s shaft. He complied and inserted his dick in James’ mouth unhurriedly, arching his head back and soughing as he felt the warm embrace of James’ mouth around his prick, his left hand caressing his golden curls. “That’s it. Suck on it. It’s all yours, James.” He commanded, grunting as James mewled, struggling to take his whole dick. James gagged as froth and precum started seeping from the sides of his mouth. His eyes closed and started watering as Brian’s massive veiny dick entered and loaded his mouth. He began increasing the rhythm and pace, his hands on James’ face, holding it sideways and prisoner to his manly force. He started fucking his mouth, driving his entire dick inside as James shrieked and gagged, clenching his hands on the sheets. Brian was becoming aggressive, but James didn’t balk from his position. He was giving Brian what he wanted. Their energies were in total alignment. Brian was the driving force, and James was submissive and compliant. Tears ran down his face as Brian drove inside his mouth with brutal force. And for a moment, James’ whimpers were animal-like. A mix between pain and pleasure. Brian’s pumping pelvis halted momentarily and pulled out, making James’ body lean forward, coughing and panting heavily. “Fuck I almost came!” Brian yelled, lost in his pleasure. He looked at James, whose head dropped off the side of the bed as he tried desperately to catch his breath. Brian held it with his hand and threw his spit into James’ mouth. He then kissed him, sucking on James’ swollen red lips. As he pulled away, he noticed James was grinning from ear to ear, jubilant. “Show me that ass.” Brian commanded, picking up James by his hips, rolling him over the bed, his ass sticking out, inches from Brian’s face. You know how many times I thought about this hole?” Brian revealed as he held James’ plump, smooth cheeks in his hands before going in, tongue first, and slurping viciously on James’ pink hole. James’ moaning resumed with equal vigor, accompanying Brian’s grunting as he fed on his sphincter. He could feel Brian’s thick tongue, rolling and swirling inside, and his scruffy beard sanding around the edges. “You taste so good, baby.” Brian said in between licks, “So fucking good.” James wanted to respond. He wanted to let Brian know how good he felt being tamed by him. But could only moan in complete surrender. No words could describe what he felt. How powerful Brian made him feel. How protected. Desired. Revered. Seen. He was lost in pleasure. His whole being conveying one truth. That he was made to be fucked by this man. He felt Brian’s tongue leave his asshole and slide all the way up his back, through his neck, and into his ear. Brian’s pulsating dick was now nestled between his ass cheeks, and James could feel every twitching, every pump of precum, landing on his lower back. Brian’s dick and James’ hole were completely soaked, and with a swift move from Brian’s pelvis, his long dick slid inside James’ gap with ease and familiarity. All 9 inches went inside in a single swoop. James let out a loud gasp. Brian remained there, teasing James’ prostate with faithful commitment. This sensation was new to James. Unlike the last time, Brian was eager to increase his pleasure. He would move his hips in circular moves, his swollen shaft caressing every inch of James’ insides, the tip hitting his sweet spot. Brian then pulled back, the tip still inside, and began fucking James with lengthier strokes. He pulled himself out leaving only an inch, before pummelling his rod back into James with brutal force. As he did, James’ moan would escort his movement. And before long, they had found a rhythm. Brian was sweating profusely at this point, dribbling on James’ back. He fucked James like this for over fifteen minutes, and every time he felt like cuming he would stop, leaving his dick twitching inside James, who lay still catching his breath, knowing any sudden movement would tip Brian over the edge. Suddenly Brian stopped. He was panting and sweating, his broad chest pumping air, his musk scent enveloping the room. Brian reached for James’ legs and rolled him over. James looked at Brian, stunned. He didn’t expect him to face him at this point. Brian pulled him by the legs, bringing him closer, his dick touching James’ ass again. “I wanna see your face while I fuck you.” Brian declared as he rammed himself inside James again. He started pounding James savagely. James’ mouth was opened, but no sound was coming out. His eyes widened, his body rigid, his hands now wrapping around Brian’s hips. The only noise in the room was the wet slapping sound of Brian’s hips hitting James’ cheeks. As James watched Brian’s expression of pure lust, his six-pack stomach pumping in front of him, his hands went further down his hips and were now on Brian’s ass. Brian lowered his rhythm and gazed at James. Then unexpectedly, without warning, he leaned over James, plunging his whole body into him, engulfing his arms around him, holding him closer than ever before, their wet bodies glued together as one. Now all the aggressiveness had vanished. There was no roughness. It was an unfamiliar feeling for James. Then it dawned on him. Brian was loving him. Every inch of Brian was making love to him. James now knew what it felt to be loved by someone. He held Brian’s face nestled on his neck and brought it forward to face him. “Come in my ass, Brian.” He commanded, his eyes meeting Brian’s as his pelvis continued pushing passionately. Brian’s mouth hovered open over James. Then, against all odds, the words James had been waiting for, were finally revealed. “I love you, James.” Brian uttered, and with that, he let out a guttural, animalistic scream and started unloading inside James. As Brian’s body released, so too did James. James was cumming hands-free, his nut being cornered between their bodies, while Brian fired overflowing ropes of white batter inside James, filling up his insides, with parts of it spilling out of his hole and over his ass crack. There was no awkwardness. No regret. No resentment. They had finally unveiled themselves entirely to one another. They lay there, Brian’s dick still squirming inside James, gaping at each other. Brian leaned in for a kiss, then rested his head on James’ chest. They remained there in silence for a while. Their bodies enveloped in each other. And their breaths in perfect unison. “Don’t leave me again, Brian.” James pleaded, misty-eyed. “I won’t. Brian professed, raising his head and planting a soft kiss on the boy’s cheek, wiping James’ tears with his tender lips.

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