Of a Most Praisèd Water
Diamond feels more relaxed than he has in decades. He lets himself sink down, lets his stress seep out into the sulphurous wet heat.
Goddamn, he missed this.
Firm hands come up to tug him down the final inches, and he spreads his legs wide.
'Ah-hhn.' That's the base of Pearl's dick, always the fattest part, always a spark of tearing pain and then his brother's balls are tight against Diamond's taint.
He feels his skin hanging loose around jellied bones, like a ragdoll on a stand, like the only thing holding him up is Pearl's cock, a steel rod running into his core. He rests his back on Pearl's chest, feels it rise and fall with his own. With his eyes closed Pearl's warmth and the water's blur into a cocoon of comfort that is, for the moment, all he knows. They are still surrounded by the slow boil of adult voices, punctuated by the sharp cries of children. But they're distant, unimportant. Pearl is with him, behind him, under him, in him. No matter what happens, he'll take care of it.
'Okay, babe?'
Diamond nods, damp hair squelching against Pearl's neck. His brother's hard length is so immense inside, filling him up to the skin. He's buzzing bright with the heat and the good feelings that come from being stuffed so full, his prick swinging up to sway stiffly between his thighs.
They're in one of the small soaking pools, carved and heated by the earth's inner fire but embellished by an enterprising retired New York banker with ledges for sitting on and tacky little teepee covers in the winter. They could use a tepee just about now, Diamond thinks as Pearl rocks into him, cockhead nestling somewhere in the warm meat under his stomach, hands pressing hard into his flanks. But then it wouldn't be so fun.
As a kid Diamond had only ever used the public pools which spotted the shaley depths of gullies and the borders of public parks and roads like mother nature's popped pimples, sides and bottoms slimy with moss and carrying no cost of entry but the ability to withstand the ever-fluctuating heat and whatever parasites and pathogens, manmade or natural, the reeking waters harboured. The pools of the Rawbone Ridge Spa Resort are evenly-shaped and clean, and priced so prohibitively he doubts any local has seen the inside except as an employee. He can't detect any difference in the water.
Pearl holds him close and grinds his crotch against him in a circle, cock stirring up his tail, not fast enough to make a splash, but enough to flutter his eyes open again.
In the heights the blue eggshell of the sky bends in an eternal arc over the green greatness of the mountains, the highest peaks whitened by snow. On the human plane, out-of-state tourists and their families plod by on the boardwalk, their feet level with his eyes. As they pass little kids look down at the people in the pools, staring blank-eyed and unembarrassed until their parents tug them along. Several of them make eye contact with Diamond, and he stretches his mouth as wide as Pearl's tubesteak is stretching his colon. If he had more of a conscience, he'd feel ashamed. Instead, he's only aroused.
Their boardshorts, required by regulation--this is Wyoming, not Oregon or, God forbid, California, and clothes are not optional--are tangled around their ankles. Pearl hadn't warned him beforehand that they were going to do this. Hadn't warned him and hadn't asked permission either. That's not how it goes between them. The deal is, Pearl takes care of him, takes care of everything, and in return he gets to take Diamond's hole whenever and wherever he wants it. And does he ever want it. The hot healing water is not so much a luxury as a necessity, the only thing that can soothe the ever-present sting in his ass. Day and night, month on month, Pearl's appetite is as insatiable as ever. The way he tells it, his twenty-year dry spell amounts to a debt Diamond owes and boy has he been collecting. This resort stay is supposed to be Diamond's recovery time. But Pearl can't ever seem to leave him alone. And Diamond, deep-down, wouldn't have it any other way.
The pool area is both busier and more subdued than when they first arrived. There was some sort of church retreat being held at the hotel and the lobby had been rank with floral perfume and G-rated jollity.
Out the corner of his eye he sees two people heading their way, a couple, both with the scaly fake-leather skin of late middle-age, the woman dumpy in a striped one-piece swimsuit, the man with a gut bulging so fulsomely over his red speedos that for an alarming moment he appears naked. Why is it always the oldest, fattest guys who sport the skimpiest swimwear?
Diamond starts to lift off Pearl's cock, trying not to look like that's what he's doing, the chill pre-Winter air like cold water dousing his upper body, raising his nipples into peaks. But Pearl's hands clasp his hips, preventing him from moving with an ease that sends shoots of mingled frustration and arousal spiralling up through his torso from his crotch.
'Pearl,' he hisses, desperate now. The couple are definitely coming their way and he needs to move before they both find themselves in the county jail on a public indecency charge. Is incest still a crime? If it is anywhere it is in Wyoming. And he is not looking forward to the moment when the sheriff sees their surnames. Fucking Christ. Their mother still lives in this town.
But Pearl shakes his head. 'You stay right where you fucking are. You're not getting off till I get off, you hear?'
Diamond slips down again, keeping his nostrils just above the water, wondering what the hell Pearl is doing and determined not to take any responsibility for it. Can he get away with pretending to be asleep? He flails his foot along the pool floor, imagines stamping out the bottom and sending them both plunging into the blazing centre of the world.
The couple make their way toward them with the placid benignity of brontosauruses and the inevitability of an incoming tide. They are going to get in.
The reach the opposite edge of the pool, flip-flops slapping against the stone tiles. The man eases in first and helps his wife down after him, muttering to her to be careful now, chivalry and voice both unmistakably Southern.
They settle in slowly, raising the water level as they do, regarding the brothers with expressions that forebode polite conversation.
'Mornin', the man says.
'Mornin', Pearl replies, mimicking their accent slightly in that way of his that Diamond has yet to pin down as deliberate condescension or unconscious accommodation. As easy-breezy as if he wasn't balls-deep in his big brother. Diamond gives a small smile without really looking up, grateful that at least the redness in his cheeks will be attributed to the heat.
The couple beam back. 'Beautiful day, ain't it?' the woman says.
'Ain't it just?'
Diamond scrutinises the chalky surface of the water. It's sort of like a bubble bath after the bubbles have gone flat. Even up close he can't see more than the vaguest pink suggestion of limbs and trusts the view won't be any clearer from where the couple are sitting, about as far away as Diamond is tall. The only way they'd see anything is if they put their heads under, and he's betting on them being too health-conscious for that. At their age the microbes that live in hot springs are nothing to be playing around with. If they were little kids, on the other hand, Diamond would be screwed in both senses. He shudders. Isn't that a fucking thought? Pearl is a damned horny fool, and he's going to catch hell for it when they get back to their suite. If they don't both catch a lawsuit first.
Still, what the man sees must be damning enough, because he's not quite staring. He must have just registered what he's looking at: one grown man lounging in the lap of another. His face scrunches up in suspicion, but before he can open his mouth to hurl a question or an accusation, Pearl speaks.
'My brother here's gotten kinda beat up in the rodeo. Doctor said this'd be good for him. Needs me to keep him from going under, though.'
As soon as the man hears the word brother, his brow smooths. He settles back against the side of the pool, spreading his arms to show off his brown beachball belly. 'You got a good baby brother, there.' This is directed at Diamond.
'Yes sir, and I sure know it,' Diamond says. Even though he can't see Pearl's face he can feel him smirking. His hands dip between Diamond's legs to rub at his balls, the touch sending jolts up his cock. Shit, he'd better stop that or Diamond'll give them both away. In retaliation he squeezes his sphincter as tight as it can get around Pearl's loglike girth, and Pearl makes a noise like a fly flew up his nose.
The man leans forward and Diamond's breath catches around his tonsils. Why the fuck did he do that, stupid, stupid--
'Say, ain't you Diamond Felts?'
A cool current of relief trickles down the inside of his spine. He lifts his chin, putting on his best guileless all-American cowboy face. 'Yessir, that's me.'
'Well, I'll be. You know, we was sure sorry to hear you quit rodeo. My wife was a big fan a yours.'
'Was she, now?' says Pearl pleasantly. He digs his nails into Diamond's thighs, just under his balls.
Diamond swallows down a curse as the man says, 'My name's Hank. This is Clara. Clara, say hello, honey. This is that nice young man we used to watch on TV, you remember.'
The wife lets out a grandmotherly coo of delight and Diamond raises his hand in an awkward wave, praying the pair will keep at arm's length, but Hank is already reaching across, beefy hand outstretched.
Before Diamond knows what's happening, Pearl leans in to meet him, the motion almost folding Diamond in half and mashing his squishy lower parts around Pearl's fuckpillar. He reaches out as well, blindly shaking first Hank's hand, then Clara's, heart rattling in his ribcage as he smiles and gurgles out a greeting he hopes makes some kind of sense. Pearl uses the cover of movement to snap his pelvis forward and drive in, the water making it slick and fast, the ridged veins of his shaft grating over Diamond's prostate. Between the intimacy and urgency of the joining of their bodies, and the pressure to appear normal; on the one hand the desperate fear of discovery, and on the other, the heady erotic charge, the livewire excitement at the sheer audacity of what they're doing, Diamond can hardly keep his head together. Is Pearl trying to give him an orgasm or an aneurysm?
At last the meet-and-greet moment passes, and each couple retreats to their own side of the pool. Pearl had slipped out a little, and Diamond gasps when he jostles back inside him. Hank and Clara both rest their heads against the side of the pool and close their eyes. It seems the conversation is over for the meantime, and Diamond can breathe again.
But Pearl is only getting started. He swings his legs apart and together again, making slow ripples. Diamond's legs, draped over the top, swing with them, and the motion strains his ass, already stuffed to screaming-point, even further, until he has to bite his lip.
This isn't even proper fucking, but the awareness of these people, these nice, clueless, churchgoing people, sitting barely five feet away, right in front of them, while Diamond is impaled on his brother's cock, while Diamond has his fucking kid brother's fat hunk of man-meat jammed up in his guts, almost undoes him then and there. He never thought he was the type to be turned on by shit like this, but he feels himself skidding on the edge of a bottomless well of depravity. He decides to dive in. If they're gonna do time, he might as well make the most of the crime.
The warm water is like a thousand tongues caressing his cock, like the longest, sloppiest blowjob anyone's ever gotten, and when he twitches it it's even better. He does it again, several times in a row and there's a surprisingly audible splashing sound.
Clara raises her head and looks sweetly puzzled when she doesn't see what causes it. Diamond and Pearl both smile and hold still until she lays it down again.
Feeling big-balled and daring, Diamond swirls his boardshorts around one ankle, making waves at the bottom of the pool. He miscalculates though, and the shorts slip off his foot, sailing across the pool in the direction of the other couple. Shit. If it hits them it'll be game over for sure.
He's about to lunge for it, microbes be damned, but then Pearl's leg is brushing over his. With his longer reach he's able to snag the shorts in his toes, and brings them back to Diamond's feet.
Diamond flicks his eyes up, but Hank and Clara haven't stirred. Could they have fallen asleep? Please God let them be asleep.
He treads the shorts firmly to the bottom of the pool and mouths a kiss into Pearl's neck by way of a thank-you. He also tightens his ass again. Pearl grunts and drops his head down to whisper into his ear. 'I'm gonna come.'
'No,' Diamond whispers back, urgent.
'Why not?'
'Cause if you do I'm gonna too.'
'Then stop fucking squeezing me, you slut.'
Pearl slides his hand under his thighs and starts to move in and out in short, quick thrusts, not big enough to make splashes, but enough to send palpable vibrations through the water. Enough so anyone who gave them more than a passing glimpse could tell exactly what they were doing. Diamond's breathing gets shallow and he feels a clenching in his skull. But Pearl's presence grounds him, his chest solid at his back, fingers digging into his flesh, kneading over his belly and his tits.
Pearl's huffs and thrusts come faster and harder, chasing one another on the back of belly-deep groans that shake Diamond through his core. This is fucking crazy. The whole damn resort must be able to hear them, but he doesn't care cause it feels so fucking good.
Pearl gnashes his teeth in his hair. 'Fucking shit. Fuck. Next time we're going in the big pool.'
Oh God. Now they've done this once, there'll be no limits to Pearl's perversion. Scenes flash through his head of Pearl fucking him bent over the side of the pool, in the changing room, in the indoor spa, on the massage tables-- on the fucking restaurant tables, in the ski lift, even riding a snowmobile down the slope. Hell, he'd probably buy the whole damn resort just so they could do it every place it wasn't supposed to be done. 'No fuckin way, Pearl, there's families and kids in there. Don't you even fuckin think--'
'Shut up.' Barely even whispering now. 'Shut the fuck up, I'm coming--oh, fuck.'
Diamond's heart stops and everything is heat. The heat of the water seeping in from outside and the heat of Pearl's cock burning him up from the inside, swelling and jerking as it unloads. He's already wet as he can be, so there's no real sensation, but just knowing that his brother is seeding him, is firing fat ropes of come deep into his bowels, here in the open air, underneath the sunshine and the clear blue sky...
Pearl boosts him onto his feet with one final, massive lunge that punts his whole body up through the water. A pulse seems to run from Pearl's cock into his, surging right to the end of his prick and back, tingling around his pisshole, coiling in his nuts. When he looks down he sees the red apple of his cockhead poking up out of the water, angled directly at the unsuspecting seniors opposite. 'Shit, Pearl, I'm gonna shoot.'
Pearl pries his cock down from his belly with one finger laid across the shaft, and that single touch is all it takes. The world whites out and he's coming, coming and coming into the all-embracing warmth, coming so hard and high he could be shooting up into the stars for all he cares, pumping out a new Milky Way.
Oh God, he's never come so much since Pearl first stuck his dick in him. He's sure he must have overflowed the pool. He falls into Pearl's arms, feeling drained and rejuvenated at the same time, panting as he slowly comes back to reality.
When his eyes uncross, he sees stringy wads of sperm drifting to the surface of the pool. There's no way they could be mistaken for anything but what they are.
'Oh, shit', he blurts out, so alarmed he forgets to lower his voice.
Hank and Clara raise their heads in unison, like startled elephant seals. It's only a matter of seconds before they look down.
Frantic, Diamond dunks his head into the spot where his splooge was floating. He can chug Pearl's baby-batter for eons, but for whatever reason the idea of swallowing his own churns his stomach. But he doesn't have a choice. He opens his mouth wide, trying to suck in the elusive ghostly skeins.
Only when his throat is flooded with hot, metal-tasting water does he realise what a spectacularly stupid idea it was. He comes up with his lungs on fire, hooping and spewing spring water.
'You all right there, big brother?' Pearl asks lightly. And the cunt bucks up so high Diamond slips off him and tumbles all the way down to the bottom.
I'm not American, let me know if I got anything horribly wrong!"
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