Hanging With My Big Bro

"Cosmopolitan," Connor barked at me, staring at a recipe on his phone. He was clean-shaven tonight, clad in a navy polo shirt, short khaki shorts, and his ever-present boat shoes. "One shot of vodka, one shot of cranberry, and half a shot of triple sec. Squeeze half a lime on top and shake it. You got it?"

I nodded. I'd walked into the frat house off duty, a whole week left until I was due to start my pledge rotation again. I spent a couple hours immersed in the party, a drink in my hand as the music boomed and I mingled with the raucous crowd of bros and sorority girls. And then my big bro found me, plucking me away and dragging me into the kitchen. He pressed me into his personal service, insisting that I practice mixing cocktails. The frat never offered a full bar, but he explained that he wanted to be able to serve something besides keg beer or the random punch the pledges had concocted to girls he had his eyes on. Of course it was my job to make it happen.

Connor had intentionally given me a double shot glass to make my work more difficult, the whole endeavor challenging enough after drinking for hours, but I was trying to do the best I could. I followed his directions, vigorously rocking the ingredients in a shaker full of ice and straining the mixture into a cup. I handed it to him.

He raised the cup up to his lips and tasted the drink, immediately spitting it back out. "Too much triple sec, pledge," Connor pronounced, glaring at me like he was disappointed. "We're mixing drinks for sluts, not taking shots up in my room. Drink your mistake."

He'd already ordered me to do that three times, seeming to relish in watching me slurp down his backwash as he drank a cup of punch. "Sorry," I mumbled, grasping the cup from his hand and taking a sip.

Connor grinned at me like he was eating up my obedience. "Practice makes perfect. Come on, chug it like the others."

I downed the cosmopolitan as quickly as I could, tilting the cup to get the last drops.

"Good. Now make it again," Connor demanded. "Make it right this time so I can give it to someone I want to fuck and not be ashamed of it. You need me to repeat the recipe?"

"One shot vodka, one shot cranberry, half a shot of triple sec," I belted out. "Squeeze half a lime and shake."

His face lit up as he laughed. "Good, pledge. Mix!"

I made the drink, following exactly the same steps I'd followed before and handing it over to him.

Connor sipped it, gazing at me intently. "Perfect," he declared. "Maybe I didn't make a mistake picking you after all, little bro."

"Thanks," I said, trying not to sound annoyed. I knew the drink was exactly the same. The whole taste test thing was a game, one I couldn't possibly win. He was my big bro now, but he was obviously still hazing me.

Connor peered into the living room where everyone else was busy having fun, his mouth dropping open. "Oh shit," he muttered, instantly seeming totally captivated. "It's my white whale. Make another cosmopolitan, pledge." He snapped his fingers. "This is exactly what we've been training for."

I instantly jumped into action, filling the shaker with fresh ice. "Your white whale?" I asked as I measured the vodka. My big bro was still looking out into the living room intently when I glanced at him, like he was totally obsessed.

"You ever heard anyone else talking about a Kappa named Michelle? Probably not, she barely shows up here."

I poured the cranberry juice into the shaker. "Nope," I answered, struggling to fill the double shot glass exactly one fourth full with triple sec.

Connor tapped me on the arm after watching me pour it. "You've got to see her," he insisted, nodding his head toward the center of the crowd. "Long blond hair, huge tits. She's wearing a blue dress."

"Oh yeah," I said when I sighted Michelle. She looked like any other standard-issue sorority girl to me, but I wasn't going to tell him that. "She is really hot."

"Hot as fuck, single, and none of the other brothers have ever managed to bed her. Who knows, maybe she'll think you're hot. I would totally fuck her with you. Mix!" Connor ordered, urgently snapping his fingers again.

Just imagining fucking someone else with him had my dick filling out in my shorts. The remark was the first remotely sexual thing my big bro had said to me since the night in his room a week ago. Neither of us had uttered another word about what happened after we busted, just cleaning up, putting our clothes back on, and casually hanging out until Connor dismissed me. For all I knew, it was a one time thing we weren't ever going to talk about or repeat again.

I cut into a fresh lime, taking half and squeezing the juice into the shaker. "How is she not all over you?" I asked as I capped it. I figured Connor would appreciate my flattery, and I was right.

He smirked, obviously basking in his reputation as I shook the drink. "She will be," he said firmly. "It's just a matter of time. I always get what I want."

I poured the cosmopolitan into a fresh cup, my big bro immediately grasping it.

Connor eyed me menacingly. "This one better be fucking perfect, because it's her favorite drink. Two old fashioneds for when I come back," he demanded, a slight smile quickly breaking across his face. "If I come back, anyway. Two shots of bourbon, a few dashes of bitters, and a teaspoon of sugar. Don't shake that shit. Throw some ice cubes in the cup and stir it. You got it?"

I nodded my head as Connor bolted away, grateful that he wasn't there to lord over me anymore. He'd talked about being real friends when we were up in his room together, but in the week since he'd also taken every opportunity to make me feel like I was still beneath him, like having me mix drinks and then forcing me to guzzle down the ones he spit out. I really didn't know where we stood. Did we actually bond that night or had I just given him permission to make me his bitch?

Looking out into the living room, I watched my big bro approach Michelle, offering her the cosmopolitan I'd made. She took the drink as he flashed his trademark smile at her, raising his arm up and pointing directly at me. She glanced over and waved, and I instinctively waved back. What was Connor even saying right now? Was he bragging that I was actually a decent bartender? Was he really trying to find out if she thought I was hot?

I quickly stopped thinking about myself, remembering that he'd described Michelle as an impossible conquest. My big bro could be back at any moment, ready for his meager consolation prize. I started measuring ingredients for the old fashioneds, getting them ready just in case. Dropping ice cubes into the cups and stirring the drinks, I looked back out at the living room, not seeing Connor or Michelle.

After waiting in the kitchen for five minutes, I started to think he might have actually succeeded with his white whale. Why was I still standing here waiting around if he wasn't coming back?

"I'm bored," Connor suddenly muttered beside me, his voice listless.

I turned, realizing he'd walked into the kitchen from the other side of the house. My big bro looked dejected, and I shot him a sympathetic glance. "No luck?"

His eyebrows arched up. "Shut up, pledge." Connor grabbed one of the drinks I'd prepared, downing the whole thing in three long gulps.

"Did I get it right?" I asked, desperate for his approval even if it was a game. The old fashioned was the only drink I'd made that he hadn't immediately spat back into the cup on the first try.

"Yeah," Connor mumbled. "Why is yours still full? You know you need the fucking practice."

I picked up the second cup and gulped the drink down, following my big bro's lead.

"Tastes right?" he asked.

I could barely taste it downing it that fast, and I didn't even know what an old fashioned was supposed to taste like. I'd never actually had one until he ordered me to make two of them. "Yeah," I said anyway. "Perfect."

Connor smiled at me. "You can't drink beer for shit, little bro, but at least you're a decent bartender." He lifted his cup to his mouth again, loudly sucking at it even though it was empty.

"You want me to make you another one?"

"No, I think I'm over this shit down here." He waved his hand dismissively. "You're off bar duty for tonight. I'm not going to waste my time trying again. You want to just hang out?"

I felt relieved stepping back from the bottles of booze. "Sure," I said, thinking we were both going to disappear into the party.

"You know that's our family shit, right?" Connor reprimanded sternly, pointing at the counter. "Pack it back up."

When he'd dragged me away from the party and ordered me to start making drinks, I had no idea the bottles I was pulling out of the cardboard box actually belonged to him. "Sorry," I muttered, instantly returning to the counter and beginning to refill the box.

"I'm going to get her eventually," Connor declared beside me, apparently still obsessed. "Sooner or later, I'm going to get her."

He was blankly staring at the crowd in the living room when I glanced at his face. "You know the quest for the whale eventually destroys the captain, right?" I asked playfully, depositing the last bottle of the family booze back into the box.

Connor's head twisted, an incredulous look on his face. "Since when are you a fucking English major?" he grumbled. "Don't tell me that shit! Come on, let's go back up to my room."

I already knew he was expecting me to carry the family booze stash, carefully taking the box full of alcohol into my arms. We navigated the drunken chaos of the frat party, finally beginning to make our way up the staircase.

"If I don't get Michelle, it's your job," Connor said matter-of-factly as we climbed up to the third floor of the house. "She said you were really cute."

"She did?" Even if I didn't think she was anything special, I liked hearing it.

He laughed as we reached the third floor hallway. "You fucking wish, pledge."

We walked into Connor's room, finding Joey there sprawled out on his bed and covered with a sheet. I could see the annoyed look on my big bro's face as he motioned toward his closet.

"Put that back in there, little bro," he said calmly.

I started toward his closet with the box.

"God damn it, Plank!" Connor erupted behind me, just as I settled his booze collection down on a shelf. "Why the fuck are you up here this early?"

"I'm too drunk, bro," he slurred.

"Yeah, what else is new?" Connor pointed at me. "I'm with my little again, dipshit. Get up and go find something else to do."

Joey groaned loudly in his bed. "You can hang out with him while I'm here," he protested.

Connor snickered, shaking his head. "No, I'm not running a damn wildlife sanctuary in here, Plank. Get up and get fucking lost. Go sleep on your couch in the library if you're already that fucking wasted."

"Bro," Joey mumbled, letting out a sigh. "You know I don't even fit on that couch."

"You don't fit on that bed either, but you make it work," Connor snarled, folding his arms across his chest. "You're not going to be across the room snoring while I mentor my little. Maybe you'd appreciate that if anyone trusted you to have one. Out!"

The mention of mentoring instantly excited me. I knew my big bro wanted us to be alone for a reason. Joey pulled his sheet back and slowly crept up, glaring at me when he passed by like the situation was my fault. He didn't bother to close the door as he disappeared down the hallway. I hated watching the guy get mercilessly berated, but what could I do? I was just taking orders from Connor too. He wanted to come up here and I fell right in line.

Connor strutted toward his battered leather chair and sunk into it, a smug expression on his face as he stretched his toned legs out and looked at me. "Lock it," he ordered, pointing at the door.

Another wave of excitement surged through me as I pushed the door shut and locked it, wondering what would happen in the privacy of my big bro's room this time. The resentment I'd felt after being treated like a lowly pledge all week suddenly faded away. I realized that it was all a show, just a game we were playing for the others. This is where Connor told me the truth, secreted away behind the closed door. I turned around, standing at attention like I was waiting for his instructions.

"Grab us a couple beers," Connor said gently, sounding relaxed now that he'd run his roommate off. His whole demeanor seemed to have changed.

Were we going to bond again? I wanted it more than anything. I trotted toward my big bro's mini-fridge, grabbing two cans.

"Open those up and have a seat on the floor in front of me," Connor instructed as I walked back toward him.

Knowing that he wanted me in that position, I was already expecting something sexual to happen, and this time I was eagerly anticipating it. I was almost craving to be in the headspace I'd inhabited last week as I knelt down on the floor, crossing my legs in front of myself. I cracked a beer open, my big bro's hand reaching out expectantly.

Connor grabbed the can and took a long sip, looking down at me. "He's so fucking jealous of you," he said, nodding toward his roommate's bed.

"You think so?" I asked as I opened my beer.

"Yeah, definitely. Plank can already tell that I actually like you."

I felt like a teenage girl with a crush hearing my big bro say that he liked me. I'd been craving his approval since the very first time we had a conversation, and now I felt even better about being treated like a pledge all week. I was already pretty drunk, but I gulped some beer down anyway. "Why are you guys even roommates?" I wondered.

"I only let him live in my room because I knew I'd be able to walk all over him," Connor explained, a proud smile on his face. "Snap my fingers and the big giraffe scampers away. Not that anyone else wanted him. He's basically the house stray."

I felt sorry for the guy again, imagining Connor kicking him out of the room all the time. "Do you have to...you know, be so harsh about it, though?" I asked.

Connor stared into me for a few seconds, swallowing more beer and burping loudly. "Pretty much," he answered. "Don't start feeling bad for Plank, little bro. You have no idea how much drunken shit he's pulled over the years. The guy needs a firm hand."

I nodded. "I'll take your word for it."

"Well, no shit," he said dismissively. "How the fuck would you know? Trust me, he's not like us. Most of the women tall enough to make eye contact ogle him like they want to climb to heaven, but he's usually too drunk to even take advantage. I've seen the way you flirt. You're good."

I felt shocked that he'd been watching me that closely. "As good as you are?" I joked, cracking a smile.

Connor laughed up above me. "Maybe someday." He swallowed another substantial swig of beer and looked into my eyes. "Did you enjoy getting off together last time?"

Even if I did want to do it again, I wasn't expecting my big bro to be so bold about bringing it up. I felt my pulse quicken, my face flushing.

"Don't look so embarrassed about it, man," he added before I could answer. "I already know you did."

"Yeah, I enjoyed it," I admitted. I loved bonding with him.

Connor nodded. "Have you ever done anything like that before? You know you can tell me the truth."

I vigorously shook my head. "No, never." The closest I'd ever come was seeing other guys naked in the locker room after track practice, and that wasn't remotely sexual.

"That's cool," he said, pausing as he seemed to carefully consider his next words. "You know I love getting laid, but it was actually really fun to hang with another horny guy and just...bask in masculinity. I liked seeing you jack off and enjoy yourself." Connor looked at me like he expected a comment.

"There was something really hot about it." I took a drink, feeling my hard dick straining against my boxer briefs just remembering the scene.

He smiled warmly. "Was it weird when I made you touch me?"

"Yeah, at first," I confessed, thinking about how repulsive the idea had initially seemed. "But then I understood why you made me do it." We'd shared something special together, and we were closer because we had.

Connor nodded approvingly like he understood exactly what I meant. He slowly took a few sips of beer, studiously observing my face. "Guys have way too many hang-ups about expressing physical affection for each other," he said after a few moments. "It's really fucking stupid when you think about how close women are with their friends."

"I definitely liked feeling closer to you." For a second I worried that must have sounded obnoxiously gay, but Connor didn't seem to mind.

"Me too, little bro," he agreed, glancing down at his boat shoes. "Speaking of, it's been another long fucking day. Want to take my shoes off and help me relax again?"

This time it was a question, not a glaring order sprinkled with reminders that I was still a pledge, and I knew he was completely serious. He wanted us to be closer, and I felt excited, actually wanting to touch my big bro's body again. I didn't say anything, just reaching out and lifting his ankle up, carefully pulling the brown Sperry from his foot with my other hand.

Connor looked thrilled, a gleeful glint of anticipation in his brown eyes. "You should get down on the ground like you were last time," he suggested.

"Sure." I repositioned my body, kneeling in front of him the same way I had last week. My face was just inches away from his bare foot, Connor's powerful scent immediately flooding over me, and I sniffed at the air without even thinking, almost desperate to take it in.

He picked up on it, smirking up above me. "You said you liked the way I smelled last time, didn't you?"

I laughed slightly, barely believing those words had escaped my mouth even if it was the truth. "I guess I did."

"You guess?" Connor pressed. "It's cool, bro. I really like that you like it." He pointed down at his shoe. "I want to watch you smell it."

I grasped the battered old Sperry, eagerly pressing it to my nose and inhaling deeply, the scent of my big bro's feet completely overwhelming me.

"You going to act like you don't like it now?"

I took another deep whiff of his boat shoe. "Nope," I whispered, almost intoxicated by the intensity of his scent. My cock was raging at full mast already, totally desperate for release.

Connor looked ridiculously entertained that I seemed to be getting off on his scent. "What does it smell like?" he asked.

"Masculinity," I said at first, gazing up at his smug face. "And power."

He grinned, slapping a hand against his knee and chuckling. "Power," Connor repeated. "I like that one. Smell that other shoe too. Take your big bro's power in."

I really wished I could, as I removed his other shoe and planted my nose inside it, inhaling deeply. After looking up to him all semester, the idea that he could somehow actually be a part of me was intensely thrilling.

"I am powerful," Connor declared as I devoured his scent. "You've seen the way I walk all over Plank. Trust me, he's not the only one. You're really lucky you're special, Ethan."

Hearing him call me special and knowing that he genuinely enjoyed my admiration, I felt desperate to make him happy again. I dropped the Sperry to the floor, gripping one of my big bro's feet with both my hands and starting to massage it.

"Oh shit," Connor murmured up above me. "That feels so good, little bro. You really learned a lot last week, didn't you?"

I smiled at his praise, wrapping my hands around his other foot, my fingers tracing across every inch of the top, his soles, his toes. I dug into Connor's supple skin, hearing him quietly moaning above me. When I looked up, his head was sunk back against the old recliner, his dick clearly rock hard in his shorts too. My big bro's mouth was gaping open when he finally stared down at me, our eyes meeting.

"You already know what we're going to have to do next," Connor said with a smirk, his hands quickly starting to unbutton his khaki shorts. He ripped them down his muscular legs, his seven inches freed and standing straight up.

I noticed that he'd trimmed his pubes down since last week, his balls now completely hairless. Part of me wondered if he'd specifically prepared for this moment as I bolted up from the floor, watching Connor reach his hands behind his head and pulling off his shirt as I unbuckled my belt. His whole torso was shaved smooth, his chest toned, a tight six pack flexing as he sunk his body back into the leather chair.

"Just take it all off and stay right there," Connor prompted as I slid my shorts and boxer briefs down, my rigid cock springing out.

I lifted my legs up one by one, tearing my shoes and socks away, letting my shorts and underwear fall down and stepping out of them. I tore my shirt off too, throwing it aside. Standing there totally naked in front of my big bro, he was unashamedly looking me up and down from head to toe.

"You have a really nice body, man," Connor said, starting to stroke his dick.

I was shocked to hear him complimenting me, since he definitely looked better. "So do you," I whispered, following his lead and finally wrapping a hand around my hard shaft.

"You don't have to say it like you're ashamed to admit it," Connor chided, shaking his head. "You know I have a nice body."

"Sorry," I apologized, looking into his eyes. "Yeah, I know you do."

"That's better, little bro. What's your favorite part of me?" he asked.

I looked my big bro up and down as he jerked off in the chair. His legs were absolutely beautiful, his quads and calves more defined than mine would ever be, but I couldn't stop admiring his chiseled six pack. "Your abs," I decided.

He let go of his dick, the tip of his 7 inches smacking into his six pack as he traced a finger along the cuts. "I have to run a shit ton to keep these up with all the booze, but it's definitely worth it." Connor surveyed me again, taking hold of his cock as his eyes scanned up and down. "I love your arms and shoulders, bro. You have that naturally muscular thing going on. You probably wouldn't even have to lift that much to make them look really good."

All this bonding stuff was making more and more sense. I loved hearing him compliment me, a smile spreading across my face. "Thanks, man," I said proudly. "Maybe I should give that a try!"

"Not that you would have any trouble getting laid just the way you are," Connor added. "Any chick would be fucking lucky."

"Luckier if they get to tap you," I joked.

Connor just laughed, the two of us totally naked and stroking in front of each other like it was completely normal. "You know, I've been wondering," he started, pausing for a few seconds. "Were you really going to suck my dick last time?" His brown eyes peered straight into mine.

I felt embarrassed about it, remembering him saying that he was just kidding when he asked, but I already knew he wasn't going to let it go until I owned up. I shrugged. "Honestly? Yeah."

"Why?"

I'd spent the whole week trying to pretend that moment had never happened, especially since we hadn't exchanged another word about it. I didn't have an answer ready. "I don't even know," I mumbled, a dozen different thoughts tearing through my mind. "I guess I was just in the moment. You kept saying all that stuff about bonding and it felt right for some reason."

Connor was silent, just staring at me from the leather chair as he jerked off. "That's cool," he finally said. "I get it. I was in the moment too when I put it out there."

I instantly knew he wasn't joking after all. My big bro was just so turned on as my face crept closer to his cock that he'd shot his load before I had the chance to sink my mouth down on it. I glanced down at the floor, reliving that moment, remembering the way his balls smelled.

"I totally would have let you," Connor volunteered.

When I looked back up at him, he was feverishly stroking his cock.

"I know exactly what you mean," he said. "It just felt right."

Seeing Connor's sincere expression and parsing those words, I felt like he was telling me he wanted to suck his dick right now. The desire to please him, to feel even closer to him, welled up again. "Are you asking me to do it?"

Connor bit his lower lip, his eyes boring into mine. "Only if you want to, little bro," he said soberly. "I'd never force you to do that."

I knew he was telling me he wanted it, easily appreciating what he really meant: do you want to run with the moment again and be closer to me or not? My heart rate immediately skyrocketed, my whole face growing hot. Was I really about to suck his dick?

"You want to just bust with me?" Connor asked, obviously sensing my indecision. "That would be cool too."

I glanced down at my rock hard shaft, a huge string of precum hanging off the head. I still didn't understand why being sexual with him turned me on so much, but I knew I wanted more than to just get off together. If he was still willing, I was willing too. I stepped a couple paces closer, getting on my knees between my big bro's legs.

"Yeah?" he said excitedly, the corners of his mouth turning up as he pulled his hand away from his raging dick.

I inched closer and closer, until I could have literally stuck my tongue out and licked Connor's throbbing cock. His smooth balls were absolutely massive, easily bigger than eggs, the primal, sweaty scent of them filling my nostrils. Being this close to him, the aroma was infinitely stronger than the first time I'd been between his legs, and I was instantly obsessed. I was greedily inhaling it without even thinking, completely awash in his pheromones.

"Yeah, take that in, little bro," Connor whispered up above me. "You like that smell? I want your whole face to smell like your big bro's nuts."

I kept sniffing until my nose was pressed against his smooth sack, his pure, unadulterated manliness overcoming all my senses. How could anyone possibly smell this good? I didn't just respect Connor's body count anymore, I actually appreciated it. How could anyone fucking resist him? I'd never contemplated sucking a guy off in my whole life until a week ago, but I was naked between his legs on the verge of doing it.

"Touch it," Connor encouraged. "Feel your big bro's dick."

I reluctantly pulled my face back from his balls, Connor's achingly engorged shaft jutting up above me. Wrapping my hand around it, the head of his dick was sticking up beyond my fingers, precum freely drooling out.

Connor sank his head back into the leather chair, sighing loudly. "Fuck, little bro," he groaned. "That already feels so good. Something about you..."

He didn't finish his thought, but I barely noticed that holding his rock hard cock. His flesh was hot, gently pulsing in my hand, and I was mesmerized at how thick his dick was. Why was he so turned on? Why was I so turned on? Why did this all seem so fucking hot right now? I didn't really need answers to any of those questions. I liked touching my big bro and he liked being touched; all I wanted was for him to enjoy it.

"Bring that hand up here," Connor said, nodding at the one holding his thick seven inches.

I let go of his cock and lifted my hand toward him, Connor reaching out and guiding it up. We'd shaken hands before, but feeling his touch this time, I felt a spark jolt through me. He raised my palm to his mouth, spitting into it several times. "Now stroke it," he murmured, letting go.

I lowered my wet hand down, careful not to let my big bro's saliva drop away. I gripped his dick again, gently sliding my hand up and down his shaft. For a second I worried that I had absolutely no idea what I was doing, but that definitely wasn't true. I knew exactly how to make this feel good. I started jerking his cock the same way I liked jerking mine, my big bro's soft moans growing. "You like it?" I whispered.

Connor was still moaning appreciatively, his mouth wide. "Fuck yeah," he grunted. "Maybe it takes having a dick to really know how to work one. You should lick my nuts too."

Still stroking his big cock, I drew my face closer to his balls, immersed in his masculine aroma again as I lapped my tongue across his smooth pink sack. I tasted his salty sweat, eagerly inhaling his scent as I feverishly tried to lick every inch of his skin.

"Mmm," Connor purred, pulling my hand away from his dick. "Suck on them, man."

I slowly took one of his massive balls into my mouth, scraping my tongue against it and gingerly sucking on it as my big bro grabbed his shaft.

"Oh shit, that's so good," he said, eagerly beating off as he moaned fervently.

When I pulled away to suck on the other one, Connor wrapped his free hand around my head, slightly pulling on my hair to force my neck to crane up. He looked into my eyes with a ravenous lust, his expression almost pleading. "I really want you to suck it," he whispered. "Do you want to?"

"Yeah," I blurted out immediately. Hearing his pleasure, seeing the unrestrained desire within him, I knew I wanted it too. I wanted to make him happy. I needed to make him happy. I needed to feel closer.

Connor let go, grinning as he released his dick. "Go for it, little bro."

This time I didn't worry at all about knowing what to do. I'd had my dick sucked enough times to know what I did and didn't like when someone gave me head. I grasped his length again, sliding my hand all the way down my big bro's shaft, a couple inches of it sticking out from the top. I parted my lips, slowly running my tongue across the head of his cock. I tasted his precum and immediately felt addicted to the sweet flavor, greedily lapping it up as the fluid drizzled out.

"Yeah," Connor hissed. "You like the way I taste?"

I drew my tongue back, looking up at him as his cock throbbed in my hand. "I love it."

He smiled, gleefully nodding his head. "Come on, suck it, little bro. Make me feel good."

I spread my lips wide, lowering my mouth down on the head of his thick dick. Maybe I'd been taking my time getting here because some part of me feared I would find it repulsive to finally go this far, but now that he was inside of me, I fucking loved it. Everything felt right. I worked my tongue across his cock, eagerly lapping up my big bro's sweet precum from his piss slit

"Oh shit," Connor moaned. "Fuck yeah, Ethan. That's fucking hot, bro. Come on, suck my dick."

I started softly sucking on his head, carefully moving my mouth up and down as Connor moaned up above me. I tried to stroke my painfully hard cock, but actually touching myself, I was so turned on I knew I could easily lose my load. I let go, focusing entirely on my big bro, my hand sliding further down his shaft to expose more of his perfect 7 inches. Sliding my mouth further down his length, I thought about how many girls Connor had speared with this thick dick, how so many others would throw themselves at him to get it. I couldn't believe I was hearing him blissfully groaning in pleasure above as I slid my mouth up and down his shaft. He was inside of me, and we shared something now that few other guys ever shared together. I already felt so much closer to him, closer than I'd ever dreamed we could be.

"That's already so good, little bro," Connor whispered, wrapping a hand around the side of my head and affectionately digging his fingers through my hair. "Your mouth is fucking amazing." He instantly started moaning again.

I knew it could feel even better. I lifted my hand away, driving a couple more inches of his huge dick into my wet mouth before I gagged, tearing away from him. "You really think it's good?" I asked, spit dripping down my lips as I gazed at Connor.

His face lit up. "Fuck yeah I do!" he said excitedly. "You're doing great. Come on, get your mouth back on it. You'll get the hang of it."

Knowing that I was the reason he looked so happy and fulfilled, all I wanted was to do better, to keep making him moan in pleasure. I sank my mouth back down on his cock, pushing myself to the point where I'd gagged and managing to take it. I reached one of my hands up to his chest without even thinking about, pulling away the second it felt sensual.

"You can touch me," Connor whispered reassuringly. "You're bonding with your big bro right now. Put your hands wherever you want."

I didn't understand why I'd even initially had the impulse, but I reached for his smooth pecs again hearing his permission, my mouth gliding up and down on his cock. My hand gradually slid down to Connor's abs as I sucked him off, my fingers gingerly tracing over the intricate cuts on his stomach.

"You like your big bro's body?" he asked lecherously. "You like having my dick in your mouth?"

I pulled off his cock to answer, stroking his raging, wet 7 inches with my hand. "I fucking love it."

Connor flashed his perfect smile. "Me too, little bro. Get your pretty little mouth back down there."

For a second it was weird that he called me pretty, but I just took it as a compliment, wrapping my hands around his lower back and sinking his length between my lips again. I spent a couple minutes plunging up and down my big bro's cock, gently sucking him as I struggled not to gag. With every passing second I was able to accommodate more of him inside of me, Connor's groans of pleasure rising.

"Fuck, little bro," he murmured. "You're really, really good at that."

I came up for air, my jaw immensely sore from the effort. "I'm sure you've had better," I said, pulling my hands away from his body.

Connor earnestly shook his head, looking into my eyes. "I fucking wish, man! You're seriously better than any girl who's ever blown me!"

"Really?" I could barely believe the compliment at first, but it quickly made sense: I actually appreciated what it felt like to get a blowjob, and apparently that afforded me some special talent for giving one, a skill his constant cavalcade of conquests couldn't rival.

Connor chuckled as he stared down at me. "Total honesty, remember? You're already a fucking pro. Come on, suck it some more," he begged. "You feel so fucking good."

I instantly sank my mouth back down on his dick, tasting another sweet splash of his precum as I tried to stuff even more of it down my throat.

"Yeah, swallow your big bro's cock," Connor hissed. "I want to see you take the whole fucking thing."

Hearing him challenge me like that, I tried so hard to get the last inch inside me that I gagged again, pulling off his 7 inches with a loud pop. Spit drooled out freely between my lips. "You know how fucking big you are, right?" I teased, gazing up at his face.

Connor smirked. "Oh yeah, I know. You mind if I stand up for a minute?"

"Whatever you want." I didn't even think when I said it, but I knew it was the truth. I probably would have done anything for him in that moment.

Connor rose up from the old chair, smacking his big dick against my face a few times as he lustfully stared down at me. He rubbed the tip of it all over my lips, smearing his precum into them. "Open up," he whispered.

I parted my lips, my big bro guiding his length into me. I tried to start sucking him again, but he wrapped his hands around my head, holding me in place as he gently began bucking into my mouth. Connor took full control, thrusting into me at his own pace.

"Fuck yeah," he growled. "Just open up and fucking taking it, little bro. Let me do the work. I'll make you swallow it. I'll make you take the whole fucking thing."

I gave in, reaching down and feeling how wet my own cock was as my big bro started to fuck my mouth. Connor was slow and gentle at first, but within a minute he was hammering his dick into my throat. He gradually forced himself deeper, until I was finally on the verge of swallowing his entire shaft.

"Just like that!" he panted, using his hands to pull my head into him with every thrust. "You've almost fucking got it! Just like that!"

I was moaning like a bitch every time Connor plunged his dick into me, but I didn't care. My eyes were fixed on his face, completely captivated watching it contort with bliss. His mouth was gaping open, his lips quivering. I loved knowing that I could make him feel this good, that none of the countless girls he'd fucked were able to swallow his cock like me. I really was special.

"Shit, you're getting me so close," Connor warned, releasing his grip and pulling his dick all the way out my mouth. "How do you want to finish? You want to jerk together?"

Seeing his hard length glistening with my spit and gently throbbing in front of me, his huge balls ready to unload his seed, I knew exactly where I wanted him to cum. "You want to shoot it in my mouth?" I asked.

Connor looked surprised, a sultry smile quickly taking over his face. "Yeah? You want to swallow my cum, little bro?"

I nodded urgently. "Please," I begged. I couldn't believe how desperate I sounded, but it was the truth. I wanted his seed inside me more than anything right now. I wanted him to actually be a part of me.

"That's so fucking hot," Connor murmured, slapping his dick across my cheek. "I'll make you swallow every fucking drop." He instantly took hold of me again, pushing his dick between my lips and sinking it inside me.

This time my big bro held absolutely nothing back, fucking my mouth so viciously with his entire 7 inches that I was struggling not to gag with every stroke. I fixated on his ecstatic expression and mustered every ounce of willpower I had as he plunged his whole thick dick down my throat.

Connor's breathing quickly grew shallower, his moans intensifying. "You want your big bro's cum inside you?" he asked urgently.

"Mmm hmm," I whimpered into his shaft as it sawed into my mouth.

"Oh shit," Connor grunted, his pace momentarily slowing. "I'm so close. Cum with me, bro. Fucking shoot your load with me."

I'd idolized him since the first time I encountered him at a rush party, and now he was about to shoot his seed into me. I wanted it more than anything as I eagerly grasped my firm cock, ready to explode at any second.

"Here it comes," Connor panted, his hands gripping my head tighter. He bucked into my mouth a few more times, moaning victoriously as he forced his whole length down my throat. He held it there, grunting loudly with his trimmed pubes against my lip, unleashing his cum inside me.

Feeling Connor's thick dick pulsing in my mouth, his jizz literally erupting down my throat, it only took a single stroke to drive myself over. My big bro's essence was mine, inside me now, and I was completely overcome with ecstasy as my cock sprayed all over the carpet again. His hands were still grasped around my head when I stopped shooting, his whole thick shaft still buried in my mouth, still spilling his potent seed.

After a few seconds, the torrent finally ceased and Connor let me go, withdrawing his dick from between my lips. A gush of saliva and semen dripped down to the floor from my gaping mouth. Looking down, seeing our cum mixed together on the carpet, I felt like I should feel guilty. I'd just sucked his dick, swallowed a massive amount of his cum, and busted my own load on his floor. We'd certainly broken most of the unwritten rules about male friendship.

Connor sighed contentedly, a ridiculously satisfied smile breaking across his face. He motioned for me to stand up, wrapping his arms around me the second I did and gripping our naked bodies together in a tight hug. "You're awesome," he whispered into my ear. "I really fucking needed that. If you want me to return the favor sometime, just let me know."

"Sure," I said as Connor let me go, sinking into his battered alcoholic recliner.

He stretched his muscular legs out, his chiseled abs flexing as he reached his hands behind his head and exposed his hairy armpits. "You glad I kicked Plank out now?"

I didn't feel guilty at all looking at how relaxed my big bro was, hearing that he was totally willing to do the same thing for me. I started to chuckle, letting myself relax too. "So glad," I answered with a grin. We were closer than ever now, and I loved it. Maybe some rules really were meant to be broken.

"Yeah? Perfect." Connor nodded toward the mini-fridge. "Grab us a few more beers, little bro."