Warning: This story will contains descriptions of consenting males engaging in sexual acts. If you don't want to read it, or it is illegal for you to, then please leave. Also, Freaks and Geeks, and all related characters, are property of Dreamworks. I intend no copyright infringement.
Barry, who had never thought of himself as gay, never thought of other men sexually, and certainly never thought of his little brother sexually, was embarrassed, but undeniably turned on that Neil was fantasizing about him while working himself. Most of all, there was barely five feet between them, and only a layer of shower curtain. The things that went through his mind right then were too numerous to count, but the chief among them was, "How can I not do this if we both want it," and, "This may never be possible again."
So, overcome by lust and intruide, Barry decided to take the plunge. First, he stripped his sweats and t-shirt off. They landed on the floor, closely followed by the man's breifs. He stepped cautiously toward the shower curtain, and, dismissing his last second-thoughts, pulled it back.
What he saw was on of the most beautifully toned asses he'd ever seen. It was as pale as the rest of Neil, but, for the first time he knew of, Neil's pale skin made him hotter. Barry barely had time to take in his brother's ass before Neil turned, and instead of fake shock, like he planned, he was genuinely taken aback by the sight of his naked, grinning, fully hard brother, standing there and looking at him in a way he'd never seen.
There was a moment or two of Neil standing there utterly bewildered and Barry standing more enthused and turned on than he'd ever been. Neil tried to wake up as hard as he could, but he soon realized he wasn't dreaming. His brother was standing next to him, by the shower, ready to fuck him. Neil lept out of the shower and onto Barry.
They kissed deeply and Neil's full lips and fat tounge worked in and around Barry's in a way he'd never felt. He reached around and grabbed those ass cheeks as they kissed. He could have never imagined from looking at them, how amazing they were. He'd become convinced that his little brother had the best ass in the world. He played with it, and kneaded it, and slowly inserted a finger and wiggled it around.
Neil broke off the kiss, and, panting, said, "If you don't fuck me now, you're really gonna miss out, buster."
Needing no more engouragement, Barry grabbed the conditioner out of the shower and lubed his cock as fast as possible, while Neil started working his still wet ass with the bar of soap. Neil bent over the counter to give Barry a target, and he rammed into his brother's ass full force. Neil took it all, and with a cry looked up into the mirror at his brother's face in pure extasy.
"Chill out, willya? We have plenty of time, but I only have one ass, so if you break it, young man..." Neil trailed off, humor in any situation.
"Alright, I'll take it slower, but how 'bout you step away from the counter a little." Barry said. Neil accquiesced, though he had no idea what Barry was thinking.
Barry reached around and grabbed his brother's smaller, but still sizable, circumcized cock and started pounding it as he worked his way in and out of Neil's ass. He slowly got into a rythm, and Neil began bucking his hips in accordance. They moved like a well-oiled machine, and when Neil cummed on the mirror, he just leaned in on the counter and let Barry grab his hips and really go for it. It was only a matter of minutes until Neil's colon was filled with his own brother's cum. Barry stood there, rubbing his brother's shoulders and losing his erection, still caught up in the moment until after it had passed.
As rational thought, devoid of lust, returned, Barry began to think about what had happened, and what it meant. He quickly stepped away from Neil saying, "You know what? Umm... I'm going out. Tell mom not to worry, but I probably won't be home 'till late. Don't wait up for me, I, ah... we can talk tomorrow."
Neil was shocked by the disgust and confusion staring back at him as he listened to Barry's nervous mumbling. The one thing he wanted least was going to happen. Barry had already started looking at him differently.
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