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Subject: Mayday, Mayday Chapter 5 Legal stuff: This story, while a work of complete fiction, contains graphic sexual scenes between consenting males both over and under the age of 18. If this material is offensive to you, this is your warning not read this story and stop here. Also, if you are under the age of 18, it is most likely illegal for you to read this story. However, I cannot do anything to make you stop so continue at your own discretion. The author claims any and all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed without the author’s consent. Only websites the author chooses and consents to publicate this work of fiction are allowed to publish it. Don’t forget to donate to Nifty to help keep this story, and countless others like it, free and openly available for reading! Even the samllest of donations helps the team out TREMENDIOUSLY so, spare a buck or two if you can! Author’s Notes: Well here we are again. 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I closed my eyes and tried my best to go to sleep, feeling his broad chest pressing against my back with each of his steady, deep breaths of the crisp air. It wasn’t long before I started to shiver lightly and felt the need to stretch a bit. I looked at the side of the cliff watching the bright firelight dance across it silently thank it for the small amount of warmth it was cutting through the cold air. Tim was right, at least we wouldn’t freeze. I took a deep breath and yawned, stretching my legs, pressing them back against Tim’s. “You’re shivering.” He whispers his breath hot against my neck causing me to shiver again as his deep voice echoed through my bones. “We’re gonna make it, Eagle Scout. Don’t you worry.” His words were slurrred and I felt my cheeks go a little warm as his arm dropped around my waist, pulling me tighter against him. I felt warmer already from that move and I felt a growing tightness in my pants as well. That definitely was not right so I only did my best to ignore it. “Yeah, I know.” I reply blinkng and trying to ignore my situation, focusing on Tim’s heat radiating through our clothes into my back, the press of his first chest on my shoulders still, the way his legs curved under mine so that we were completely together, sharing warmth in our pine branch shelter. “I’m still just a little cold.” I add lamely as if I was requesting him to change the A/C setting in his car. “I had no idea.” His voice is dripping with sarcasm and I feel his knee pressing between my thighs, sliding our lower halves even tighter together. Fuck. I close my eyes as I feel him pressing into my ass slightly, his forehead pressing into the back of my head. “Do you want me to put some more logs on the fire?” He asks digging his fingers between my body and the makeshift pallet were laying on, encompassing my waist with his strong arm. “I think we’ll be alright if I do.” “No, I’ll be okay.” I swallow as I close my eyes izmit escort and try to ignore the sensation in my pants and pray silently that his arm doesn’t go any lower than it already is. I might die of embarrassment if he found out what was going on. I squeeze my eyes shut and try to force myself to think about anything else other than being wrapped up with my big brother and my body betraying me, thinking this is an okay thing to get turned on about. We lay together without saying anything for a few minutes and I almost fall asleep before I wake up with a small jerk, opening my eyes slowly. I lay still and listen to Tim’s breathing feeling it blowing on my neck, giving me just a hint of warmth. I move my arm laying my forearm over his around my waist letting my hand sit lazily over his. He hums softly behind me and slides his knee between my thighs, pressing himself into me, and I freeze a bit as I feel his bulge pressing against my ass. Fuck. I close my eyes and swallow trying to push my thoughts anywhere but the fact of my Tim’s package on my ass. I guess I wasn’t the only one that was having another situation to deal with other than the one we were already in. Still, I felt my heart beginning to race in my chest, my tongue darting out to lick my lips as I close my eyes and take a deep breath, holding it, and letting it out slowly. My brother had a full hardon against my ass and I felt myself wanting to feel it. I pushed my mind somewhere, anywhere else, than this. There was no way this was okay and no way I could allow myself to find pleasure in this. Still. I listen to his breathing for a few more minutes, the way his chest expands and presses against my back with each breath, his hand still snaked around my waist, pulling our bodies together, his knee between my legs, rotating his waist against my rear, pressing his bulge into my rear. I press my lips together taking another breath of the cold, fresh air, wiggling slightly to put just a bit of space between our lower halves, only to be met with Tim’s arm squeezing around me, keeping me in place. “No.” He mutters his breath and lips brushing across my neck, causing me to shiver again. “You’re still shivering. Stay right here.” He shifts his shoulders behind me and slides his arm to my chest, keeping me pressed completely into him. He was still awake, then. I lay still and feel his flat hand on my chest hoping that he wouldn’t realize how hard my heart was beating in my ribs. I lay silent for a few more moments before it becomes too much, my eyes still closed, and my older brothers breathing slow and shallow against my neck. ‘Just a hint won’t hurt, right?’ I think to myself, biting my bottom lip, and jostling my ass back into his bulge, sighing as I can feel him completely hard through his jeans. He doesn’t react, his arm stays around my chest, and his breath remains even. I adjust my body a bit, letting my ass press back against him a little harder, being able to excuse it with being uncomfortable on the hard ground if I need to. Still, he doesn’t react. I hum lightly and let my lip slide from between my teeth, repeating the motion, my cheeks burning while I begin to size him up, my mind starting to run crazy flahses of thoughts, my pants still tight as my hormones begin to race, my body shivering lightly still but now not from the cold. Wouldn’t he be upset with me? He knew I was gay, of course, but Tim had never been anything but straight to me. This was wrong, I couldn’t do this with him. I let out a sigh of defeat, forcing myself to follow my better judgement, and roll my waist away from his. However, his knee hikes up between my legs, rotating his hips back into min. “Don’t go anywhere.” He whispers and rubs his thumb back and forth over my chest. His words nearly cause me to jump yahya kaptan escort out of my skin, fuck, I didn’t know he was still awake. “Don’t need’ja freezing to death on me.” He chuckles softly and keeps close, nuzzling his nose into the back of my neck. “We’re okay.” His nose brushes against my neck as he nods and it sends a shudder down my back. I nod in return and press back into him, letting my ass meet his bulge again. He lets out a shorter breath and I can hear him swallow as I lay there but he offers no other words or displays of aversion. I think for a moment, my brain becoming cluttered and fogged with thoughts of Tim, the broadness of his chest against my back, the feeling of his muscular thighs under mine, and the size and hardness of his bulge pressing into my ass. “We’re okay.” I repeat quietly, hearing a hum from my big brother, the cold tip of his nose sliding up and down my neck as he nods again. ‘Okay. We’re okay.’ I think to myself before testing a harder press back, my breathing now becoming short and shallow, my body buzzing with excitement as I continuously but cautiously rock waist back into Tim’s. I place my arm over his again, letting my fingers rest between his knuckles, and he slides his arm back downa around my waist again. His hand slips between our makeshift pallet and my waist again and I keep up my gentle motions, letting my ass grind against him over and over. He lets out a short huff against my neck but remains silent and still, not fighting or pushing me back. Does he feel as good about this as I do? Is his body telling him yes while he fights his mind to say no? I squeeze his wrist with my hand and begin to slide my hand up his forearm, feeling the taught muscles before sliding back down to his wrist. His hand squeezes my waist I let out a soft, short huff when he presses his waist into mine in return. We both pause for a moment, perhaps gaining control of our bodies, putting this to an end but it’s too much. I slide my hand up his arm again to his elbow, hesitating for just a moment before sandwiching my hand between my ass and his crotch. His broad chest expands into my shoulders again while he takes in a sharp breath. “Zach.” He whispers squeezing my waist with his hand as my palm presses over his bulge. Fuck. Tim remains still, not pushing me away, not pulling away, offering no sharp words of retribution or commands to stop. I rub my palm over the noticeable hard spot in his jeans, feeling his hard member through the rough fabric. His hips rock foward again, placing him firmly in my hand and I lightly wrap my fingers around it’s outline, moving my hand over the length again. He hums softly behind me, nuzzling his nose harder into the back of my neck, giving me permission to continue. I flatten my hand out again and run my hand over the length of the hard spot, feeling him twitch and stiffen under the motions. After what feels like an hour of this, his arm moves from around my waist and my heart drops into my stomach, it seems that one of us came to our senses before the other. I feel his hand grab my wrist, moving it from his bulge slightly. I swallow and close my eyes, beginning to wonder what I’ve done, before I hear the button on his jeans pop, followed by the quiet noise of his zipper moving. I freeze again as his hand wraps loosely around my wrist and pulls my hand into his pants. I feel the soft fabric of his boxer briefs for just a moment before his hand pushes my wrist lower and he moans softly behind me when my hand slides over his member. I wrap my fingers around his shaft lazily and his hand moves from my wrist back to my waist, his arm pulling me close. I follow his lead and begin to move my hand up and down his shaft, gauging his size in the dark. I slide my hand gebze escort all the way up and down, finding him to be around average in length if I had to guess, but a little on the thick side, tapered nicely to his head, steadily growing in circumference all the way to the base. I sigh and shudder at the feeling of my big brothers cock in my hand, the heat from it coarsing through his underwear and into my palm. “You’re shivering.” He repeats humming and rocking his hups, guiding himself in and out of my hand, his motions slow and deliberate. I squeeze my hand a bit and he takes in a short gasp and I can feel him smiling behind me without seeing it. “You cold still?” He asks as if we’re discussing the weather and I only shake my head. “Okay.” He replies taking his arm back from around my waist. He brings his hand to his mouth and I hear him spit on his palm before he reaches down, slipping his hand into his underwear. I wrap my hand over his fist as he takes himself into his hand feeling his knuckles through the thin fabic of his underwear. He gives himself a few jerks before spitting on his hand again and reaching back into his underwear. “Don’t need’ja freezing to death on me.” He states as he did earlier grabbing my wrist and guiding my hand down into his underwear. My fingers wrap around his spit slicked cock and we both moan together at the sensation. He places his arm around me again, pulling me back, as I begin to tug on his cock. I keep my hand loose for a moment, letting my fingers drag up and down as I get a feel for my big brothers member. I take in the feeling of his soft skin, the flared ridge of his head, the veins that press against my palm, the slickness of his spit. I sigh and move my hand faster, picking up the pace, and squeezing tighter, my hand gliding over him thanks to his now cold spit. I move my fist all the way up, balling around his tapered head then letting it force my fingers back open. Tim shudders behind me and his hips begin to rock in time with my motions. After a couple of quickly passing moments, his hand moves from my waist to my back, lifting the hem of my shirt up my lower back, exposing it to the cold air. “Zach.” He whispers and I feel him starting to throb lightly in my hand. He spits on his hand once more and reaches back into his underwear, pushing my hand out of the way, and moaning as his spit lubes him up again. He shifts and pushes his pants down to his thighs, pulling himself out of his underwear, taking my hand and wrapping it back around him. He shudders at the feeling, huffing a hot breath against my neck. “Zach.” He groans quietly and I can feel his body tensing behind me, his dick growing stiff in my slick hand. He moves himself close to me and lifts my shirt up a bit higher and I nod, knowing what he wants. I squeeze my hand around him and his breath hitches as he grabs my waist, pulling me tight, rocking his hips and sliding himself in and out of my hand. With a quiet groan, he cums and my jaw drops. I feel him jerk and spasm in my hand, his hot load shooting from his swollen head, splattering and landing across my lower back. His hips falther as he blows, his cock spasming and pulsating my hand as I bring him to cumming. After a few hefty shots, his motions slow then stop altogether. I feel his forehead against the back of my neck and we lay silent for a while as he softens in my hand. Without a word, he moves my hand and pulls his pants back up, fastening and zipping them again before wiping my hand on his jeans, removing the bit of cum from it. He pulls my shirt back down again and wraps his strong arm around my waist, pulling me close again, this time with a satisfied huff. “You’re not shivering anymore.” He points out before sliding his knee between my thighs again and humming contentedly. His hand sandwiches under my waist and he nuzzles into me again, his breath soft and steady against my neck before he begins to snore lightly. I smile and my eyes flutter shut. I let out a deep breath and fall alseep quickly now. It’s been a long day.