Date: Fri, 4 May 2012 21:21:26 -0400 From: A Le <email@example.com> Subject: I Drive Your Truck Part 1 **This is a love story between brothers. There will be many chapters, so be patient and just enjoy the story as it comes.** The ranch we grew up on is a beautiful place, full of majestic mountains, hillsides, valleys, and forests. Throughout the property were woodland creatures of every type, squirrels, deer, bear, duck, geese, and rabbit just to name a few. It was beautiful, natural, undeveloped, and home to me. Our house was your typical ranch house. Two stories, spread out low at the base of a mountain. We had a barn close by that housed our cows and horses. We also had a chicken coop and a whole mess of chickens. A little ways past the first barn we had a smaller barn that had the pig pen outside of it and inside our goats. We were a working ranch, with thousands of cattle being processed every year through our fields and pastures. I love the porch on the house; it wrapped around the entire front and right side of the home, and had an array of rocking chairs and a nice old wooden swing that I spent a lot of time on. Our mom used to plant these pretty little flowers in front of the house every spring, and put up these big hanging baskets full of flowers. She'd water those flowers every day, all spring and summer, making them grow, adding color and beauty to a place that can sometimes be dirt and dust covered. Growing up on a ranch was hard work. We all had chores to do and you'd better get them done every day. Animals were relying on you, customers were relying on you. It was a heavy load to carry as a child. Me and my brothers went to school about twenty minutes away from the ranch, usually our mom would toss us in the truck and drive us, but sometimes she couldn't pick us up from school so we'd end up walking or running home. We were good kids, our parents were happily married, and the ranch was a successful profitable place. Life was good. My name is Eric, and I'm not a really great writer. But I want to get this story down on paper, need to get it down really. It burns me up on the inside and maybe it's time I put it down on the outside. Maybe the burning will stop some time. Maybe it'll never stop. But this is my story, or really, my brothers' story. I have an older brother, Mark, he was born 3 years before me. He's in love with the ranch, always has been as long as I can remember. Mark was born big, big bones, large hand, huge feet, and all muscles. Even when we were barely in our teens, he had muscles. He worked as hard as our dad did. Not only did he get up early and do his chores before the sun was even up, he got really good grades in school, and came home and did chores until dinner time, and then finished his day with homework and chores. My other brother, Edward, or Eddie, is 4 minutes younger than me. I came out first, and he came out 4 minutes later. Our mom didn't even know she was having twins and was shocked as all hell when Eddie came on out like that. She always called him her little special surprise, and he loved that nickname. Me and Eddie are identical twins, and most people have one hell of a hard time telling us apart. We're both tall, not quite as tall as Mark, but still pretty tall at just over six feet, two inches. Mark is about six foot, four or five inches. But me and Eddie are tall, and slender, but we're strong and muscled, just not huge big muscles like Mark. We got bleach blond hair and green eyes. Our bodies are mostly smooth, with a little swirl of blond hair around our navels that trail on down to our cocks. We have a light dusting of blond hair over our forearms and our legs. It always looks a little more blonder because our skin is so tan from all our hours working out in the fields. The only difference between me and Eddie is that he wears his hair cut nice and short, and I wear mine a bit longer and shaggy. Eddie, although he was the second one out, has always been the more dominant of the two of us. I tend to be more shy, quiet, laid back. Eddie loves action, always loved getting in trouble, and testing the waters. He talked a lot and laughed a lot, and made everyone around him fall in love with him. While we were growing up, we spent a lot of time together like brothers do. Me and Eddie and Mark were tight as could be. Oh we fought like kids fight, but nothing serious ever came between us. Mark and Eddie were a lot more alike than I was, but they never faulted me for that. They were a lot more like our dad and I was a lot more like our mom. They liked hanging out with dad, learning how to fix truck engines, and working the fields. I liked to spend time with mom, planting the flowers, learning the different names, and cooking with her in the kitchen. But my brothers never made fun of me for that. They loved me just the same, and I grew up feeling very good about myself. The three of us would head on down to the creek sometimes, splash around in the water, lay out in the grass, fish for minnows, and just talk about the things we were going to do when we grew up. Mark wanted to run the ranch, take it over from our dad and live out his days here, maybe with a wife, maybe have a few kids. He had it all worked out in his mind how great it would be. He loved life here and never wanted to leave. Eddie wanted adventure. For as long as he could remember, he'd been fascinated with the military. He used to take his little green army guys and line them up, winning and losing battles late into the afternoon. He wanted to be one of those green army guys, wanted to be in the action, wanted to see the world, wanted to be something important. I didn't' know what I wanted to do. I didn't have the passion Eddie did for an exciting life, and I didn't know if I wanted to live forever here on the ranch. I always wondered how they could be so sure, when I really didn't have a clue. I thought I might want to go to college, maybe take some classes, but I wasn't sure. My mom said that one day it would just hit me, and I would know when the time came what my life was meant for. In school, Mark and Eddie got A's all the way through. I struggled along, hitting C's most of the time, sometimes a B. My parents never yelled at me about it, just always told me to try my best and if I wasn't as good as my brothers, it wasn't anything to look down upon. Mark was pretty popular, especially with the girls, and by the time he was sixteen and seventeen he was dating a few different girls, nothing serious, but he was definitely enjoying the attention. Eddie was pretty popular, too. They loved how kind he was, how funny he was. He was so loving to everyone, and although he didn't have any one single girlfriend, he never lacked for attention. I had some friends myself, but mostly I hung out with Eddie, and let him do all the talking for us. He always did. All I had to do was be there and everyone thought I was nice and sweet and shy. I got nervous around the girls, never had much to say to them, and never really wanted to be around them. I think it was around our junior year, when I started noticing that I was paying attention to the guys in our class more than the girls. I liked the way their muscles moved, the way their hands were so large, confident. I'd always admired Mark and Eddie, but I'd never really thought it was anything more than admiration until then. None of us did any kind of sports or any clubs or anything because we were ranch kids, and we had a lot of work to do in the fields, so we didn't have time for those kind of things. But it never bothered us. We were pretty happy and content. But now and then we'd be given a free night off, and we'd head into town. Maybe see a movie, maybe go to the Friday night football game, or hang out with some of our friends. During one of those football game nights, our dad had told us we could have the evening off, and we'd headed to the field down near the school. Mark, by this time, was out of school and working full time, but he'd come with us like he did a lot of the time. Eddie and mark had shoved some money at me and told me to head down to the concession to get them some sodas and hotdogs, and so I took the money and wandered that way. While I was standing in line, I felt someone come up beside me. Id didn't really turn to look though, I was really shy about talking to people. I did that little shift from foot to foot, and tried to glance out of the corner of my eye at who it was. Before I could even do that though, the guy spoke. "Hey Eric." I turned my head and smiled a little. "Hey Josh." He was a kid from school, a senior this year, putting him a year older than me. I didn't' know him real well but we'd always been friendly. Josh was a handsome kid, at around five feet, ten inches tall he had that stocky look to him, with wide, broad shoulders and a narrow waist. He worked on a ranch his uncle owned, so he was familiar with the same kind of life we were. I watched him as he glanced around a moment then looked back to me, speaking quietly, "Can we talk for a minute? In private?" I wasn't sure what the hell he wanted to talk to me about. I shrugged a shoulder, "Sure." Though where we were going to talk that was private I didn't know. But he walked away from the concession and I followed after him. He lead us over to the back of another building that housed the bathrooms, and back behind it was a fence a few feet away. He jumped the four foot fence, waited for me to do the same, and kept on walking out into the field behind it. There was one of those old rock formed fences that some of these places had. Just a long line of rocks piled five or six high, usually with a scattering of big old trees near them. This was the same, and Josh headed over toward one of those big trees. He slid down to sit on some of the rocks. It was pretty dark out there, the lights from the football field in the distance gave some glow, but otherwise it was just the sky and the stars. It was beautiful really. And peaceful. I stood there a little, my hands in the pockets of my jeans. For a few minutes, Josh just talked about bullshit. School, and his grades, and asked about my grades and how my folks were doing. I answered his questions, not really sure what he wanted to bring me out here for to talk about all these stupid things for. After a few minutes of hedging around, he stood up and stepped closer to me. His voice sounded a little funny when he spoke again, "Eric. For a long time, I've been wanting to kiss you. You have these gorgeous, soft, full lips. I just want to feel them on mine. But listen, before you get angry, if you don't want to kiss me, I'm cool with that. Just please don't tell anyone okay? I don't want anyone to know I'm this way. But I had to ask you, because I've been wanting to for the last couple years." No doubt about it, I was shocked. But sometimes, when you like something, you find people that like the same thing. You lean toward people that are similar to you, without even realizing it at times. And it probably wasn't all that big of a surprise that Josh thought I might want to kiss him back, because I did. The moment he said those words I felt a flutter of nerves bubble to life in my stomach. I was glad it was dark out there, because I was beat red. I didn't say anything though, I didn't know what to say. After the silence dragged on for a little bit longer than it should have, Josh spoke again, maybe feeling a little more brave because I hadn't punched him, or walked away from him, and was still just standing there. "Eric, please?" He said it so quietly, and as he did, I felt his hand lifting, resting against my cheek softly. His hand felt rough, big, and yet also gentle. He moved in closer, and he wasn't standing but a few inches away from me it seemed. I was taller than him, and I could feel him looking up at me the slightest bit. But I was frozen, and I just stood there, so unsure. Finally, as if out of a great daze, I heard myself whisper, "Okay." It was such a soft, gentle word, I wasn't sure if he even heard it. But apparently he did, because he closed the distance, and leaned up, and suddenly I felt his lips against mine. Such a soft, gentle kiss. Gentle pressure, and after a long moment of his lips just pressing to mine, I slowly returned that kiss with my own gentle pressure. I leaned down into him a little, making it easier, and his fingers stroked over my cheek and slid behind my neck, curling there in my soft shaggy blond hair. We kissed, and kissed, and it grew deeper, more intense as the time passed. Soon our tongues were touching, brushing against each other's gently, and then a little more insistently. I felt his fingers tighten their hold on my neck and I finally moved. I lifted one hand and slid it around his shoulder slowly, very gently touching him. It seemed like an eternity that we stood there like that, under that big oak tree in the star filled night, kissing and shyly touching, the football game going on behind us. At some point, Josh lay me down in the grass slowly and he lay on his side next to me, leaning over me. We were still kissing, touching gently, and I was moaning so softly. His hands were rough, and felt so good. My cock was straining in my jeans, harder than I ever remembered it being. And when Josh's hand finally slid down there, and grabbed my bulge, I let out a whimper that turned into a loud groan. Josh was hard, too, I could feel it pressing into my hip, and I liked the way it felt there, hot and heavy. For a long time we lay there, making out, rubbing and touching, kissing each other. Eventually Josh was on top of me, between my legs, and we were grinding against each other, still in our jeans and t-shirts, just rubbing hard bulges against each other, kissing, touching. I was hot, I could feel sweat all over my body, and Josh was hot, too. He whispered against my lips finally, "Eric, Eric oh god, I want you so bad. I really want you. Please, please let me touch you. Please." He asked me, and I wasn't in any position to tell him no. "Okay." I said again quietly, breathing hard. Josh's fingers made quick work of my clothing. He pulled my shirt up off over my head, and his fingers roamed over my chest slowly, stroking my body, but he was also a teenager like me, and he was eager. Soon my pants were coming down, leaving me in my white briefs. He made quick work of those as well though, and soon I was naked, my shoes off, my pants and shirt gone, and I could feel the soft grass underneath of me. Josh started kissing me again, my lips, and then my chin, my neck, he worked his way down my chest, down my stomach. I was trembling as I lay there, his kisses all over me. When he reached my cock, he very slowly wrapped his fingers around my flesh, and started stroking slowly. I had never felt anyone else touch my cock before, and I let out a low groan, lifting my lips. I was dripping precum and his tongue darted out, and licked that swollen head eagerly. "Ohhhh, Ohh.." was all I could get out. Josh wrapped his mouth around my slick dick. I was pretty well hung, a little over seven inches long, three inches wide. For my age, it was a good size. I wasn't ashamed at all. And he seemed to love it. Josh was moaning and slurping, sucking on me. He didn't get to suck very long though, because it was my first blow job, and after just a few moments I came hard. Spurts of hot sticky jizz shot out of me and right into his mouth. I think it shocked him at first, but then he was soon swallowing quickly, moaning as he kept sucking. After the blow job was over, I couldn't believe it had happened. I lay there panting, a fine sheen of sweat over my smooth body, and staring up at Josh in the darkness. He was smiling, and he scooted up slowly, whispering to me, "It's okay if you don't want to suck me off. I understand." But he was wrong. Because I wanted to try it. Badly. I sat up, and gently pushed him down now. I was so nervous, so shy, but I reached for his pants and opened them, and reached inside. Gently I found his hard cock, and it was so hard! I pulled it out slowly, my fingers stroking over the hot flesh. He had a shorter dick than mine, maybe five and a half inches, but he was a lot thicker, probably close to four and half inches thick. I liked how thick he was, it felt so different than my own dick. He also had a lot more pubes than I did. Mine were soft, blond, and not very thick. But he had dark black pubes, a nice full bush there, and I stroked my fingers through it softly. "Josh." I whispered his name, leaning my head down, and did the same as he'd done. I licked his cock softly, and started to lightly suck on that fat mushroomed shaped head. Josh was moaning and lifting his hips, pushing that cock up into my mouth, and I let him. I didn't take the whole thing, but I got the hang of it quick enough. I was careful not to use my teeth, and I kept licking him, tasting his precum on my tongue felt so good. When Josh came, I didn't want to swallow at first, but it was so quick, and so much, and I finally just swallowed it all down my throat quickly. I gulped it, and swallowed it down. And when it was over I sat up slowly, looking up at his face. He was watching me with a gentle smile, and he reached up, touching my face gently. "Wow. I can't believe, well, I kinda hoped. I never saw you with any girls, and sometimes I'd see you looking at other guys when you thought no one was watching." That caught me off guard and I blinked a little, but didn't pull away. His touch felt too good on my face for me to pull away. "I never really, I mean, I don't really know. I just. I'm kinda." And I paused, my face flaming red. "I'm kinda shy." I finally got out, and Josh laughed softly. "Yeah Eric, you are kind of shy. I like it." He sat up and pulled me into his arms. I sank down against him, resting my head on his broad shoulder, and slid my hand around his waist gently. I felt him press a kiss against my temple, and I closed my eyes for a moment. "Listen, this can be our secret. We won't tell anyone. But I'd sure like to do this again sometime. Maybe soon. Would you?" he asked me. I thought about it for a minute or two, and then whispered, like I usually did. "Okay." By the time I got back to the football field the game was just ending and I saw Mark and Eddie coming down out of the stands. I went over to them, nervous, but trying not to be. "Sorry guys I was talking with a friend and just forgot about your drinks." They looked at me oddly, but soon we were in the truck and on the way back to the ranch. Later that night, while I was lying in bed, Eddie in the twin bed just on the other side of the room, I replayed the whole night in my head. I couldn't believe it had happened. I was so happy, I finally felt, well I finally felt relief. I felt like myself for the first time in my life. And it felt amazing. I couldn't wait to see Josh again. Comments Welcome. Part 2 coming soon.