NOVICE 2
Bruno has a Brother

by Nigel Kent

They both loved all of that ground-in dirt and grease that mingled with their heavy male sweat, particularly around their crotches, never wearing anything under their torn and grease-shining, roughened-up Levis. The greasy denim so stretched to shape that they looked more sleazy than the famed cod-pieces painted by Brueghel, the 16th century Flemish painter. Yeah, it freely pronounced their engorged and showy-packets, the length of their dick shafts clearly outlined, terminating with heavily hooded, bulbous and threatening, swollen nob-heads and their low swinging nuts were well and truly emphasized, apart from ripped-sleeveless dirty sweat shirts and biker's boots, that was all that they wore to protect their sun-roughened, taught and almost hairless, virile bodies.

At long last it was Saturday and they were free from their chores, free to go roaring off on their new, powerful, gleaming, black and chromed, twinned, monsters of machines. They sped along dirt track after criss-crossing dirt track, thru the scrublands out in the "back of beyond", with an air of expectation and excitement, their dicks worming rigid-stiff down, inside and along the left leg of their jeans, the throbbing vibrations of the motors hard fast between their legs, causing their dicks to pulsate and throb with extra horny sexual lust.

The estate lay way out in the bush in the Northern part of New South Wales and neither of them had the slightest interest in the property that had at one time been so progressive and had now fallen into near total neglect.

The weather was high-summer-balmy, hot and dry and especially after the thrashing storms of last night from experiences past, they knew that the creek would be fresh and clear and that their favourite swimming hole would be just right, a perfect day lay ahead of them, days like this added very private qualities to their extraordinary camaraderie.

If you had come upon them unexpectantly it would have been quite a sight that would have confronted you, these two strikingly good-looking robust young guys, their hair almost black, cut and shaved in the manner of blunt, Mohawk styling.

Two, "fair dinkum Aussies", laying nonchalantly, side by side, one with his left leg over the other, on the edge of that isolated and distant creek, their dripping wet bodies looked as though they were covered in beads of sweat, unashamedly stark naked. Their very generous and luxurious, leathery foreskins would certainly draw your attention to their heavily veined, thick, and still aroused, pendulous dicks jutting out of grossly matted pubic hair and supported by up-tight, heavy rounded, cum-filled balls. Almost a certain naive innocence still lingering, but now each of them, daily, becoming even more aware of their extremely over-sexed and horny masculinity, although they had been relatively late in developing, they had passed thru that awkward period of puberty almost without realisation.

Not only were they brothers but they were identical twins in absolutely everything, every blemish, every vein, even right down to every hair follicle, they were matched boy to boy, now young man to young man and they had just turned eighteen, literally yesterday.

Of the two, Barry and Bruno, Barry was the older by a mere five minutes and was definitely the stronger mentally, being more adventurous and inquisitive, this also made him somewhat protective of his brother, who was somewhat deep, slightly slower and was more easily led.

Habitually, Barry had made all of the essential and necessary decisions for as long as he could remember, they had been sort of forced to be self sufficient as they were almost inseparable.

They had lost both of their parents ten years ago and since then had been brought up with some considerable difficulty by their Grandparents. They had become quite unruly so from the age of twelve they had been given the choice to live apart from the main family home in a large and reasonable caravan, where they kept themselves to themselves and had astonishing freedom.

From that time on they lived an amazing life-style of a completely devious sexual nature and a great deal of exploration, literally stripping and dumping their clothing as they entered their caravan, and on entering immediately man-handling their dicks to a state of near permanent erection, stimulating and arousing each other at all times, certainly keeping themselves totally naked whenever they were alone and whenever else it was possible. Their lust-ridden sexual prowess was incredible and inexhaustible, always satisfied but definitely always wanting more. This Narcissistic trip that they were on, was that of total self-indulgence, the obvious mirror-image and the constant watching of each other's moves, constantly giving to each other masturbatory shows, jacking-off their dicks and shooting on the spunk saturated and stained floor. They had even had their first wet dreams at the same time and on the same night, had even had this experience together, had discovered their first pleasure of their stiffened dicks together and in time turned the innocence of their "cowboy and indian" games into something much more serious and stimulating.

Mutual masturbation developed rapidly and was used as often as possible in their developing games. They had their many hide-outs where no parent could intrude, far out and deep into the bush, caves, gulleys and over-hangs and of course the secretive seclusion of the swimming-hole.

Being identical they quite often deliberately exchanged their levi's and it was always Barry that came up with new, unknown to him at the time, perversions and being identical, yes even their dicks and balls were a matched pair of packets. Of course they had quickly realised that their dicks were identical and it was Bruno who was the first to point out that on that first occasion when they sucked each other off simultaneously burying their dicks to the hilt deep into each other's head, deep down into each other's throat and shooting full blasts of their spunk loads, that he said "that it was just like having sex with himself and sucking himself off".

This had encouraged Barry to come up with the idea of shooting their loads down inside their jeans and swapping them over while they were still wet and sticky. Then there was that time that they had started to get into pissing their jeans and again swapping over and the initial pissing scene had started to open Barry's mind to more experimentation, with his inquisitive mind constantly saying, "What if", and Bruno eagerly following and being led deeper and heavier into the sexual mind games of his brother, now being constantly sexually aroused with one on-going experiment after another and of course the constant jacking-off of their dicks.

Like the time when they started to use wattle birches, they were deep inside their favorite cave and had hauled a great piece of tree trunk and had jammed it upright from floor to roof.

Barry had bound his brother to it and given him a good and sound whipping, studying with some fascination as he produced more and more welts across his brother's ass with the wattle birches as he jacked and jacked at his tool, shooting his load over that beaten ass and then weekly without fail taking it in turn to beat each other's ass as they jacked off, with the intention of maintaining the bruises and welts as some kind of very private branding, these bruises and welts becoming more and more permanent, intensified their sexual cravings for each other and of course they both took to it like ducks to water.

Now as they lay by the edge of the creek Barry took hold of a hand full of clay, wet, sticky, slimy pinkish-yellowish clay, and started to jack on his dick and Bruno watched mesmerized by his brother's actions. Suddenly Barry took Bruno by the shoulders and flung him over and knee'd his legs wide apart, with his ass up in the air Barry licked the bruises allover and then suddenly plunged his tongue deep into that virgin crack.

"Easy does it boy" he said panting deeply, "YEAH, easy does it, I'm going to root you now boy" and slimed that crack that was now nervously quivering with a great dollop of the slimy clay, then mounted over him and plunged his dick's thick bulging nob easing its way into that clay-greased crack, opening it up, spreading ass-lips open and wide, carefully pushing firmly, easing it deeper and then a sudden thrust in and the nob was right in and his dick's veins pulsed and throbbed as they had never throbbed before as he slid it deeper, down’n’along its thick shaft, the dick penetrating deeper and thrusting steadily on and slowly but steadily on and deep-deeper until it was deep in to its hilt, and the rooting began, the pummelling rooting began, rooting slowly and began rooting his brother's ass, holding him firm and pinioning him down, his dick thrusting tighter, thrusting harder, now harder, his brother impaled, impaled on this dick, this thick of a dick, its trunk of a shaft probing and fucking, sliding in and sliding out and in again and out to its threatening burning nob-head, the nob-head of its shaft with his balls riding hard and high under the root of his now hard rooting dick.

"We belong to each other, matey and we'll fuck and root each other, forever", he panted, as he fucked and probed and pushed his weapon hard and faster now deep into his brother's ass-hole, "And when I'm done it'll be your time to fuck me, with your weapon rooting me, shooting our loads into each other, fucking each other's assholes whenever we want, whenever we can, I can't wait for you to get your tool right up me, tight up in me, buried like this deep up inside my ass" and all the time he was thrusting his great fucking rod, ramming, fucking harder and harder than before, thrusting his tool deep as he thrashed all about’n’over his brother's body and Bruno's dick was ramrod stiff with this ass raping dick, his brother's fucking rooter deep up in his hole, that he was being treated to for the very first time.

His blood began to boil with the soaring grinding roar of the first shooting spasms as they began to scream deep within his now so tightened ball-sac, hard tighter now, hard tight like rocks as he ground his dick with even more urgency, how the cum-load would flood that now raped ass and he grabbed at Bruno's head jerking it around so that he could spit full gobs of spit hard spitting hard into his mouth, that swallowing mouth and Barry made a desperate stretch and clamped mouth on mouth and drove his tongue deep as his spunk began to roar, cum-loaded and fly, fly out deep down, in and up there, cum shooting deep into his brother's now good and rooted body, the two mouths sucking at each other, tongues entwining as he shot and shot his heavy loaded cum-load, shot his great fucking cum-load, YEAH, shooting it out and out and screaming, shooting it out, into that sucking head.

"SHIT...YEAH...SHIT...SHIT MAN...I'm cumming...I'm cumming right in ya", then the last bolting thrusts, his body-loaded sweat, dripping stinking sweat and then yanking it out, his tool right out, his still stiffened tool, yanked it right out, out of that panting, spunk filled ass-hole.

Bruno now stood, his raped ass dripping and took a firm hold of his great dick, grunting heavy and hard, wanting to piss thru his dick, grunting harder and harder, and out gushed his piss slowly at first and then into torrents as he pissed over his brother, yeah, his pissed covered body and down into his crack, that crack of his ass, that crack of his ass-hole now opening up wide and sure, in went some piss, gurgle-gurgling inside.

“This ass-hole's a piss-hole”, he thought, and he got his tool ready and taking fair aim, leveled his dick-nob and matched to that hole, gently thrust it, deep in, with only piss in that hole and some clay on his dick, he slid it deep in, ass-rim along veined shaft and now steady to its hilt, he thrust his tool home, right home to its root and the rooting began with some seriousness, he set up his pace and thrusted his tool, he settled his hands good and firm about his brother's shoulders wide and pull-pulled at them now and took a good stride, as his thrusting now set a good momentum he struck, this was going to be an almighty heavy fuck, with his thick and fattened dick ramming harder now than before, he would root his brother good and knew that they would root each other more and more often now that they had planted their tools in each other, in each other's ass-holes deep, deep down into the hilt with their thrusting and thrashings of their sweat laden bodies, fucking each other was yet another game and he rammed it in deeper and deeper than before, his thrusting and panting and fucking his dick raw, smashing-pummelling that ass-hole and rooting it good, and drawing it back, right back to its nob and rammed yet once again, rammed it deep and good. His balls were up tight as tight as they could, grinding hard on those ass-lips those fucking hungry ass-lips as he thrust his dick in and pulled at it back out, YEAH, the balls they were grinding, his sac full to brim, his spunk-load was now boiling, his balls were on fire as he rocketed his dick into his brother's hole, stuffing his tool, his ram-rodding pole and the roaring beginning deep in his lust-mind and the firing of shoot-load now letting go, now roaring thru dick shaft, ready to explode, the love for his brother was the love of himself, as he fucked with his tool his brother's ass-hole and out shot his load with an almighty hot scream, their mouths they were searching and sucking and kissing themselves, now they had rooted each other and the score had been struck, there would always be more and more of this fuck, laying there once more the twins side by side, covered in well earned sweat they panted now softer and took hold of the other's dick, they're already ready, their engorged dicks, and dove into the creek-pool and would pay a visit later to their deep hidden cave, use fresh wattle birches and fuck each other's well whipped ass's, freshly welted, bruised and burning raw.

TO BE CONTINUED...