Easy Money

I woke up rich.

Ok, sure not actually rich but rich for me. We had made enough money from last night’s show that Nash and I had more than enough money to move into a place where I’m not sleeping on the couch easily. We rented a much bigger place and spent the next few days moving in. We pitched in together and decked the place out nice. We got a huge TV, a PS5, I got some new clothes and a huge bed, we also made sure we had a spare room for Grey when he crashed and for filming when he wasn’t.

All of that from one fucking show!

The next weekend we had a housewarming party, we invited all our friends and bought a shitload of booze to make sure everyone had a blast. Grey and I made sure that our folks thought he was just spending the weekend with me so he could come, it was going to be amazing.

Grey came over after school. He was rocking a new iPhone and a pair of custom Jordans, seems we were all enjoying our new cash. We made sure the place looked tight before everyone showed up. When Nash got home from work, he was psyched, he jumped in the shower and got ready.

Grey had been good about not brining up the shows, he had to know I just wanted to forget the whole thing and move on. I wasn’t thrilled by what went down but I had to admit the money made it better. I planned on getting fucked up tonight and fucking the finest girl I could find. If that didn’t get this gay shit out of my head nothing would.

People started showing up around nine, drinks were poured, and small talk was made as Nash fired up some COD in the living room. As more people arrived people split off into groups, I scoped out the prey, some good-looking chicks but nothing that was pushing my buttons. I drank some more and mingled, I wanted to break my bed in tonight with something hot…something perfect…

Something female.

I was nearly eleven when she walked in. Blond, huge tits, banging ass, everything you want in a fuck. She saw me and smiled, and I winked…as I walked over to her, I knew, this was going to be a good night.

Greyson

So, college parties are way more fun than high school parties by far.

One, there was so many more party favors to intake. Not just booze but all kinds of things were being passed around. I passed on some X but I did take a few puffs of some particularly dank weed before settling into a couch and watched Nash and his friends play COD. He had invited some guys from the construction site he worked at, and they were fucking fine. As the night went on, I wondered which ones would be open to being fucked by a high school jock.

There was one guy with shaggy blond hair who was pretty fucked up that looked like he was drunk enough to get his dick sucked when I heard female voice screaming.

“…ing kidding me! You fucking asshole!”

Everyone looked back at Dallas’s room and saw a smoking hot chick covering her bare chest as she screamed at a naked Dallas.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” she asked, and I saw Dallas trying to explain something.

“Fuck this,” she said pulling her top on and stomping off. I got up and ran over to his room as she left. He walked back to his bed and sat down, burying his head in his hands. I closed the door behind me, cause everyone was staring to see what the drama was.

I sat down next to him, “You ok?”

He shook his head, not looking up.

“What happened?”

He sighed and looked over at me, his eyes were red, like he was on the verge of crying, “I couldn’t get hard.”

“Oh,” I said picking my words carefully, “I mean dude, you’re drunk as shit…it’s probably whiskey dick…”

“I couldn’t get hard at first,” he corrected himself, “Nothing was working…”

“Ok…” I said, not understanding.

“She was losing patience so…” and he trailed off.

“So?”

He looked me in the eyes, “So I began to think about what we did…and I got hard.”

I sat there stunned, it was the first he had talked about it since that night.

“So, I started fucking her, thinking about you fucking me and I got more and more into it…and I think I got a little crazy and hurt her…”

I could imagine that, after all Dallas and me had big cocks, if he got caught up in it I could imagine him hurting a girl really easy.

“Why am I so turned on about it?” he asked me, and I could tell he was actually asking me.

God he was hot.

It was easy to miss sometimes, I mean he was my brother, most of the time he was just annoying as fuck. But there were times like this, where he stopped being a dick and I could see the perfection of his body, the years of sports, the hours in the gym, all of it made him stunning. The guys out on the couch were instantly forgotten as I looked at my older brother and realized how badly I wanted to fuck him.

I grabbed the back of his head and said, “Because you liked being my cunt.” I heard him whimper as I leaned in and kissed him, her kissed me back as I laid him back on his bed. Seeing this 6’3” jock that is all lean, tanned muscle, laid out before you, surrendering that perfect body to you is intoxicating. I could feel his eight pack move under me as I mounted him, raising his hands over his head, and holding them there so he couldn’t move.

“Greyson…” he sighed as I broke the kiss and began to gnaw on his neck, “Fuck…”

“You my slut Dal?” I asked, as I moved down to his nipples, “You wanna be my slut?”

“Grey…” he moaned as he writhed under me, slowly succumbing to the fact that his little brother was getting ready to fuck his jock pussy. I know in his mind he wanted to be straight, that he thought he was this alpha jock dude…but turns out inside he was so much more while being so much less.

Dallas was a fuckboi born and bred. Every single act of his life had been moving him closer to this point, to being a jock cunt. Every yard he had run, every weight he had lifted, every calorie he had burned to look like an Adonis…was just so that he could look this incredible being fucked. He had this massive cock, but it was just there to look amazing as a bigger cock plunged into his tiny jock hole over and over.

As I licked his perfect abs and moved lower, I realized this was the night I made him aware of it once and for all.

He whined as I took hold of his cock, it was leaking profusely, dying to be licked.

“You like this?” I asked, my tongue moving up his swollen shaft, “You like your little brother sucking your cock?”

He had propped himself up on his elbows and was watching me with wide eyes, he nodded as I leisurely went to the other side of his cock.

“Is this what you were thinking about with the girl?”

He shook his head.

I smiled, “Was it this?” I mouthed over of his smooth balls and his head went back as he moaned, I swirled it around, licking the surface and feeling his body shake in response. “Was it?”

Another shake.

I went lower, spreading his legs as I licked under his balls. I nibbled on the sensitive skin of his taint and I his needy whimper was like catnip to me.

“Fuck…oh shit…” he hissed as I molested him mercilessly, driving him nuts.

“Was that it?”

“Grey…please…” he cried, “You know what I want…”

I went lower, indeed knowing not just what he wanted, but what he needed.

My hands spread his muscular cheeks, another product of miles of running, thousands of squats, all of them done under the lie that they are to make him more athletic when in fact it was all to give him a perfect jock ass to rape. I see it before me, tiny, little pink hole…it is so beautiful I could cry. I slow on it lightly and he gaps, his body shaking.

“Yeah, that feel good?” I growl, “You like me playing with your pussy?”

“Grey…” he whines like a little girl…begging me to just do it but I wanted more from him. I needed him to admit it.

“Answer me,” I said, propping his thick legs on my shoulders so I can lean in and lick around his hole, “You like me playing with your pussy Dallas?”

“Fuck,” he sighs as he feels my tongue trace around my target.

“Say it.”

Finally, he breaks, “I do…oh god Grey please…”

“You do what?” I asked, licking lightly again.

“I love you playing with my pussy…I do…please Grey…stop teasing me…”

With his admission I shove my tongue into him, and he lets out an aborted squeak as he feels me violate him. I can’t imagine what is going through his mind, he came into this room to prove he was a straight, alpha jock and was going to fuck a hot girl all night and now he had his legs in the air as his little brother ate him out like a drunk cheerleader after a game.

His hips pushed back as I licked further, the walls of his cunt began to sing as he felt me lick harder and harder. I could feel his hands grab handfuls of bedspread as he held on for dear life, his mind accepting the fact this is what brought him pleasure now.

“Grey…fuck grey…shit…” he moaned as his head thrashed from side to side.

Spit dripped out of his winking hole as I sat up and smiled at him, he looked at me like I was a snake, a predator that had him locked in my sights. My finger touched his wet hole and I asked, “You got a hungry cunt?”

He nodded as I slipped into him, his eyes closed as I felt his jock pussy clench around my finger.

“Yeah, so hungry…” I said pushing further in, “You look so fucking hot, legs spread, pussy wet…isn’t this better? Isn’t this what you want?”

He nodded again; eyes still closed as he felt his little brother violate his most personal spot. I could see the reluctance in him, he was loving this, but he hadn’t surrendered yet, had accepted it all. He was just horny and getting off. I wanted more.

“Don’t you want this forever? Just stop trying so hard…and let yourself be fucked?”

Another nod.

“Don’t you want to be my jock whore?” I asked as I crooked my finger up into his prostate.

His eyes flew open as his mouth froze open in a silent scream; his cock burped up a glob of precum on his abs as I began to stroke softly over his bitch spot.

“See? You got a hungry pussy bro…let me take care of it…let me own it…” he was grinding against my hand like a cat in heat. He was paying attention now; his whole body was mine as I fingered him. “This is all you are Dal, a fucking hole. A hungry, hole that needs to be filled. Is that what you want to be? You wanna be my hole?”

“Yes…” he moaned as his yes rolled back in his head, I added another finger and he grunted as I began to slam his spot harder.

“You’re my bitch now aren’t you Dal? You want to belong to your little brother?”

“Oooh…” he whined, “Grey…fuck grey…”

“Answer me, do I own this cunt?”

“You do…oh fuck you do…”

“You gonna give it up anytime I ask?”

He nodded, “It’s your cunt…please Grey…”

I pulled my fingers out and stood up, stripping my clothes off as he watched me. My cock slapped up against my abs and his eyes got wide as he licked his lips. I climbed up on the bed and placed it near his mouth and he greedily began to suck me off, moaning as he did.

“Yeah, suck my cock Dal, show me how much a jock pussy you are.”

His tongue went wild as he did just that, worshipping the cock he was going to ride all night, slathering it with all the love and affection he could before I slammed it into his waiting cunt. Watching my alpha jock brother suck on my cock like a whore was so satisfying, knowing he was not just accepting the fact I was bigger than him but that it turned him on, bitched him out…

God I should have done this earlier.

I pulled my cock away and his tongue tangled out of his mouth as he struggled to go back to sucking it. He looked up at me with desperate eyes, silently asking what he had done wrong.

“Get up,” I said, moving away from the bed. He scrambled to his feet, and I sat at the headboard, cock straight up. I looked over at him and looked down, “Ride me you fucking whore.”

I could see the slight flinch of my words, but he was too far gone, he wanted it, craved it…I watched the muscular jock climb onto the bed and straddle my waist. His hand reaching back and grabbing my cock, lining it up with his waiting hole.

Before he lowered himself, I stopped him and asked, “Who owns your pussy?”

His eyes dropped as he said, “Yours Greyson…it’s yours.”

I grabbed his hips and slammed him down on my cock, his head shooting back as he groaned in response. His cunt quivered as I shoved my entire dick into him, I held him still as I felt his cunt walls shake around my cock…his mind coming to terms that this is what he always needed.

“Feel that, feel your little brother’s cock in you…” my hands moving up his eight pack and feeling his muscle titties. I tweaked his nipples and he gasped and shook around my cock, “This is what you need, what you crave…stop fighting it Dallas…be my slut…be my fucking jock slut.”

I felt his ass twitch as he moved from my nipple play, his cock was leaking like crazy as he slowly moved forward and then slid back.

“Ooooh…” he sighed.

I stayed still and watched him slowly begin to fuck himself on my cock, inch by inch, scratching an itch he didn’t know he had. I watched his ego crumble as he held on to my shoulders and began to ride my cock. There was no coercion, no money on the line, nothing but his own need and want. Parts of him hated it, fagging himself out, submitting to his little brother…but as he sped up, as my cock began to melt his cunt walls…those parts grew smaller.

“Shit…” he moaned slamming down on my cock hard.

“Yeah, come on big bro,” I said grinning, “Show me how much a jock slut you are.”

He said nothing as he sped up, his cock bobbing and slapping against his abs as he worked.

“Work that pussy for me…come on harder bitch…”

He did just that, his eyes closed as he slammed himself down on all of me over and over…the drool sliding down his chin just sealed the deal for me. He was in heaven.

“You gonna be a good boy from now on?” I asked and he nodded, “You gonna go whatever I say?”
 Another nod as he began to sweat, his body covered in a fine sheen, highlighting every muscle he had. “You wanna be my slut? My jock whore?” Another nod and I grabbed his waist.

“Say it,” and slammed him down as I thrust up.

“FUCK!” he called out as his cock burped more precum.

“Say it,” I said sliding back and slamming into him again.

“I’ll be good…fuck I’ll be good…” he began to chant as he felt what it was like to be really fucked.

“You my jock whore?”

“Yeah…yeah…” he whined like a bitch, “I’m your jock whore...oh fuck Grey I’m your good jock whore…”

“Who do you belong to?” I asked, speeding up, ramming into him as hard as I could.

“You…fuck you….”

“Say I’m my little brother’s bitch…”

“I’m my little brother’s bitch…oh fuck…I’m my little brother’s cunt…”

I grabbed his throat and pushed him back onto his back, his legs flying up as I hovered over him, cock still wedged in him. He looked up in panic, but his cock never wavered as I grinned, “You’re mine now, my fucking stupid, retarded fuckboi aren’t you?”

He nodded as his face grew red from lack of oxygen.

“This cock, this is what you obey now…right?”

Another nod as his eyes got glassy.

“Such a beautiful fuckboi….a perfect little slut…”

My cock was a blur as his eyes rolled back, gasping sounds coming from his mouth…

I thrust up, taking his hips off the bed with my cock and his own dick exploded. I let go of his throat as he came, gasping air and moaning at the same time. I watched him flail about on the end of my dick, looking like a drowning whore, desperate for cock no matter what.

Cum stained his perfect body as he shook in ecstasy, his mind giving up and accepting…this was what he had been looking for all along. As he passed out the smile on his face told me everything I needed to know.

My big brother was now my personal fuckboi slut.

Just how I wanted it.