My Brother VIsits

I got a concussion when I slipped on the poolside during swim practice, and landed on the back of my head. Thankfully there was no wound or major damage -- the school doctor seemed to be quite experienced dealing with head injuries, I suppose from all those football players -- but I was sent home to rest for two weeks. I couldn't go to class because of the splitting headaches, and the world spun around when I tried to get up, so my mom went full nurse-mode with me at home, fussing with my meds and meals. After the first week I was better and could make my way around the house without tipping over, but my parents had to leave on a cruise. My one sibling, older brother Dean (I would call him JD but he hates it), was away at the Naval Academy. He is only one year older than I am, and is in his first year at the academy as a plebe, and he wasn't due for a break. I hadn't seen him since he enlisted as a scrawny geek fresh out of high school.

"We could call Aunt Katie, you know she loves you to bits," my mom thought aloud at breakfast one day before she was due to leave with my dad.

"Mooom, she lives in another country!" Most of my relatives were overbearing and talked too much, so I was ready with all kinds of excuses for each of them.

"How about your cousin Isabella?"

"Last I heard, she's pregnant and ready to pop anytime."

"How about..."

"Really, it's okay, mom," I quickly interjected. "I can go back to my dorm. My mates are good, they'll take care of me." I wasn't due back at school for another week, but I could return to my dorm and rest there, since lodging was paid for. "And, my mates can bring me notes and homework so I won't fall behind."

Mention of homework clinched the deal; my mom looked relieved. "Well! If you think you can handle it. Are you sure your dorm mates can take care of you?"

"Of course mom, we've been taking care of each other the past two months." Little did she know how we 'took care' of each other! I kind of missed them and our dorm shenanigans.

So that was how I ended up back in my dorm room the next morning. My roomie Jack had gone for wrestling practice, and the sun was high enough that a patch of light scorched the opposite wall where my bed used to be. I had a slight headache from all the moving yesterday, and I teetered on my way to the toilet.

"Woah, JP, you shouldn't be up so early," called Dan, another swimmer and our next-door neighbour, as he came back from the showers. He grabbed my left arm and slung it over his broad shoulders. The rest of his naked body -- we never bothered to cover up anymore after two months of communal living -- was lanky and lean, rippling abs tapering to a narrow waist. The physical contact with his warm, supple flesh made my cock chub up. I realized that with all the fuss since my accident, I hadn't had time to even think about jerking off. Now, Dan's slept-in scent, mixed with the hint of chlorine that always hung around us swimmers, made my testosterone shoot up. Suddenly my headache was gone, and my dick woke up quickly.

"Woah, tiger, you're not well enough for action," Dan laughed as he flicked my cock a few times, which only made me harder. I moaned and my knees gave way. Dan turned quickly and supported my bigger frame with both arms. His soft cock brushed against my hardon and I had to take a few breaths to steady myself.

"I, ah... just need to pee," I grimaced as my full bladder made itself known. My head started spinning.

"We'll see about that," Dan replied, then smoothly led me back to my room, and disappeared for a while. He returned with a red pail.

"Isn't that C&B's pail for chilling their beer?" I saw the names written boldly on the side, in waterproof marker. We had stopped called Colin and Brandon by their individual names after we found the two track runners peeing on each other in the toilet after a drinking marathon.

"They pee in this, too," Dan assured me. "They told me to pass this to you before they left for their morning run, in case you couldn't make it to the toilet." My mates are the best! I thanked Dan and took the pail. My erection was pointing straight up at my head, and Dan's body heat and healthy musk wasn't helping much, so I shooed him out. Finally my boner went down enough for me to piss. I sighed with relief as my bladder emptied.

"So you got our pail, huh," Colin appeared at my door, shirtless and sweating after his run. He was lean and toned, but not skeletal. "I gotta pee too."

Without waiting for me to finish, Colin came to stand beside me and let go of a golden stream. The warm liquid steamed in the cool morning air, then suddenly there was another stream from my other side. I looked up and there was handsome Brandon, taller and broader, tucking his jock and shorts below his balls and holding his thick cock. We peed in companionable silence, enjoying the aroma of fresh warm piss.

After we were done, Colin took the pail. "We kinda need this," he explained cryptically, then left with Brandon, who was splashing his hand in the pail of piss. "Hey! Don't make a mess! JP's not well yet!" Brandon gave me an apologetic grin and left. My hardon returned in full force. I had to lie down on my bed before I passed out from having all my blood draining south.

"Announcement, announcement." A gruff voice came over the public speaker system. Our RA, Brent, loved using it because he was an officious jerk, but being typical jocks we usually ignored him. "JP, you have a visitor. Please come to the admin office now."

He must be kidding! I have a spinning head and a raging hardon that I couldn't take care of, and now he expects me to trundle all the way to the office five blocks away, across ten flights of stairs? I groaned loudly and flopped over in my bed.

"I'll go and see what's up," Zach called as he breezed past my room, a pair of cotton workout shorts capped over his head comically. He was a nudist and a geek, and we loved him not only because he would help us with homework and computer stuff, but he was a generally nice and chill guy to be around. Brent never told him to cover up, and when people from admin called Zach on it, he would say "but I have my shorts on!" We would get a laugh out of it.

"Thank you, Zach," I called, then rolled back over and fell asleep.

When I woke up, I could hear two male voices. Zach was chattering excitedly about World of Warcraft and orcs and weapons and other gamer stuff. The other voice was muffled and I couldn't hear him very well, but the two of them seemed engrossed in gaming jargon. I looked up and my heart stopped. Standing outside my door was a tall drink of pure muscle carrying a duffel, and heavy pecs and washboard abs visible through a tight tank top. A pair of low-rise jeans that were unbuttoned at the top were slung below the V of his narrow waist, so his treasure trail and pubic bush were visible leading into a mouth-watering bulge. Thick thighs stretched and ripped the worn denim in several places, showing more golden skin than fabric and leaving just a few frayed threads hanging onto his legs. I couldn't see his face but his masculine jawline and crew cut were haloed against the golden glow of the morning sun. Was I having a wet dream?

"JP! Look who's here!" Zach shouted when he saw that I was awake, gesticulating animatedly. Zach has a very ripped bod, but he looked small beside the guy. I sat up slowly, but I couldn't figure out who my visitor was. I was not expecting anyone, and I would definitely know if any of my team-mates or classmates was so built and sexy.

The sex god entered my room and turned his head so the sun caught his chiselled face. Those eyes looked familiar. That upturned button nose... sharp chin... open friendly face... it was my brother, Dean! But he looked nothing like when he left us for the academy half a year ago. Back then he was already tall and good-looking (my aunts say 'cute'), but he was thin and pasty from locking himself up playing computer games all the time. I was the jock in the family, playing baseball and running track before finally settling on swimming. But now Dean's tanned body was much broader than my swimmer's build, and his confident, cocky stride was definitely new. His rugged, chiseled face broke into a wide grin when he saw me.

"JP! Bro!" Even his voice was more solid and deeper now, booming in the small room.

"Dean!" I called weakly. "My god, you're a stud now! The academy must be treating you right. But why are you here?" I stood up unsteadily to hug him.

"Steady, bro," Dean caught me in a tight embrace, his hard muscles wrapping around me, and I caught a whiff of a familiar sweaty musk. My naked crotch was pulled against his torn jeans roughly, and luckily my erection had gone down when I saw that it was my brother, otherwise I'd have a very sore dick. We had been close at home, being only a year apart, but we had our own rooms and we didn't see much of each other's naked bodies since high school started. I still managed to smell his dirty laundry in our shared bathroom though, but I had never been turned on by his smell or his body. Until now.

My treacherous cock gave a jolt as Dean held onto me tightly, hands holding onto my bare ass. He brushed his face and nose against my neck. Was Dean sniffing me out? Did we use to be so physically intimate? I couldn't think of anything in my haze, and was just content to bathe in Dean's smell and touch.

"Mom told me all about what happened," Dean explained. "My officers gave me a week off to come look after my baby bro." He pulled back and looked at me worriedly. "That... is cool with you, right? I mean, you have a roommate and all, but you're alone in the day, right?"

"Don't worry, Dean, it's cool," I replied. "You can crash with Zach, he's got a double room but he's staying alone since he's a senior. That alright with you, Zach?"

"Cool, just treat my room like yours," Zach smiled. "We can play together!" I nearly forgot Zach was nearly as avid a gamer as my brother was. "Just come over when you're done catching up and babying JP."

"Hey!" I called after his retreating bare ass with no heat. Dean got up.

"I stink, baby bro," Dean smiled, apparently liking my mates calling me his baby bro. "Gotta get a shower and maybe some breakfast. I just caught a bus straight from the academy last night."

"You smell fine, Dean," I wasn't about to let him wash off his musk. "Just strip and lie down with me."

"You sure?" Dean had already put down his duffel and began pulling off his top, revealing thick pecs and large coin-like areolas. He had obviously put on a lot of muscle, his old Star Wars tee was already ripping before it cleared his wide lats.

"I'm... sure," my mouth went dry when Dean began unbuttoning his jeans, which technically didn't cover much, leaving most of his right thigh and left knee and groin exposed. He goes commando like me, and a five-inch soft, thick member with orange-sized balls became visible through the tears before he even shucked his jeans altogether. His bush was neatly trimmed, but nevertheless a sharp tang hit my nose as he shook out his pants and threw them on the floor. I got hard as I lay back down, but I knew that no amount of covering would hide my boner. Somehow, I didn't want to either, wanting to know how far my brother would go, with us both naked now.

"You don't sound so sure," Dean grinned. "I ran ten kilometers yesterday and worked out in the gym with my buddies. Then I got the week pass from my instructors, so I wasted no time and just threw on my dirty jeans and unwashed top, and sat six hours in that stuffy bus. When we got off at rest stops I had to take off my shirt to air myself out."

As Dean was describing his sweaty adventures, he picked up his top and began wiping down his sweaty body. He threw the shirt onto my face playfully and I swatted it away, but not before taking a deep breath of his body odor. Suddenly he pounced on me.

"Here!" He shouted, raising his arms and smothering my face with his armpit. It was shaven with a few days' old fuzz, and a rank musk reached my nose even before his hairs tickled my lips. "Do I smell ripe or what??" Before Dean enlisted he was never so physical with me, being the geek and a bit shy of his smaller build. Now though, our roles were reversed, and he was horseplaying with me like the most annoyingly brazen jock. I secretly loved his transformation, but didn't want to let on too early.

"Oof! I don't smell anything!" I laughed, daring to reach out with my tongue to lick Dean's armpit. Dean gripped the back of my head and rubbed his fuzzy pit into my face. I was ecstatic, surrounding by his sweat and musk, and licked and bit on his tender flesh. I moaned loudly as my erect cock started leaking.

Dean took a few moments to catch on that I was not trying to wriggle away. By now, my hard cock was digging into his calf. "Shit, dude!" He exclaimed as he sat up and removed his armpit from my face. "You're getting off on this! That's sick!"

I opened my eyes wide to see my brother glaring at me. His nostrils were flared and his whole body was tense, popping every muscle. "Shit," I breathed. "Dean, sorry man, I... I couldn't help it, are you grossed out?"

Dean looked at me for several seconds, breathing heavily. His calves trapped my erection which did not go down. If anything, his muscular body above mine was making it harder.

Then, just as suddenly, Dean broke into a grin. "There's more where that came from!" He shouted, then raised his other arm and plopped his other pit onto my face. I moaned again as more musk and stale sweat mushed around me. I pigged out and licked, sucked on, and bit down on his armpit.

"Who knew my baby bro likes my stink?" Dean was relentless and rubbed onto my face with gusto. "I sweat all day, and now I'm covered in overnight stink, and i'm ripe as hell. Shit, I shouldn't have bothered with deodorant, I should have saved my shorts and jocks and brought them for you to lap up. Are you getting hard smelling my sweaty body, baby bro? Huh? Where else do you wanna smell me?"

Dean's dirty talk has turned me on so much that my cock was swimming in a pool of precum. I was still making disgusting noises while slurping under his arms and nibbling his pecs. "Oh Dean, uuungh, I wanna... I wanna smell and taste your c-cock. Your cock, Dean!"

"Come and get it, baby bro," Dean cooed, lifting off my face. I sucked in a few deep breaths and panted, then moved down to his cock which was getting hard. "Sniff, lick, do whatever you want, bro. I want to take care of you and I wanna know what you like. Use my body, baby bro. Knock yourself out."

I buried my nose in his short pubes and inhaled wildly. The sharp, tangy musk that assaulted my nose earlier was even stronger now, and I rubbed my face in it. Dean's cock grew harder as I started to lick around his shaft.

"Oh, yeah, JP, lick it, go on, I know you wanna," Dean whispered words of encouragement. I licked his hardening shaft in earnest, then around his mushroom cockhead.

"Oh!" So his cockhead is sensitive. "Unngh... yeah baby, suck on it, suck my cock." I toyed with his hot meaty shaft for a while more, licking up the sides and kissing the head, tonguing the slit where Dean had started dribbling precum. It was salty and bitter, and sticky on my tongue, leaving a thick cheesy aftertaste in my mouth. I wondered if he could send me his precum in little packages from the academy.

"Come on, dude, suck me!" Dean was practically begging now as his bigger body wriggled on top of mine, thrusting his pelvis into my face. Precum was drooling everywhere. "Please, baby bro, please? I promise I'll take good care of you. I... I just need this, I haven't busted my nuts for a week, you can feel how full they are. Please, baby, please...?" He was babbling and pleading now.

I took pity on my brother and swallowed his nine-inch shaft. His precum served as excellent lube and his cockhead angled just the right way to go down my throat. I gagged and choked on his huge member as it slid around my tonsils, but Dean went into a daze and he kept on pushing. I continued gagging and reflexively hocked up some loogie, but it got blocked by his monster cock and went up my nose instead. I snorted the phlegm from my nose and gasped, but my mouth was so full of Dean's cock that I couldn't breathe. My brother began pistoning in and out of my throat, forcing my jaws open and using my maw like a fleshlight.

"Oh yeah, bro, that's awesome! Deep throat me!" Dean moaned in a sexual haze and I felt even more precum flood my mouth, filling all available space in my mouth with sticky gel. "My god, this is intense! Nobody at the academy can take my whole cock."

He gripped the back of my head and began skull-fucking me with long strokes of his dick. I was muscular for a swimmer, but with Dean's powerful gobstopper in my mouth, I could only flail weakly, and I gagged and regurgitated. Luckily I hadn't had breakfast, but I could smell and taste my bile in my nose. I snorted the acrid secretions, but more of Dean's precum leaked into my nose from the back of my throat. I had only one or two seconds to catch my breath noisily before Dean plunged in to the hilt, his balls slapping my chin, grinding my head into the bed. I regurgitated more spit, precum and gastric juice. All I could see in front of my face were his Adonis belt and pubes, covered now with slime and spit. I tasted his sweat and musk on my tongue. My eyes rolled up and I heard Dean's heavy panting and his dirty talk.

"Nngh.... ah, ah... that's it, take my cock all the way bro. Your mouth is so hot, my dick is all the way in, unngh, your throat is a-amazing baby bro. I'm gonna come in you, ooh uh, I g-gonna shoot straight into your gut, do you want my load bro?"

Even as I struggled to breathe and clear the spit from my congested nostrils, Dean's rough fucking was intensely erotic and turning me on more and more. My vision narrowed to a single point before it whited out, and I couldn't make out Dean's words anymore. All I wanted at that moment was Dean. I wanted my brother's body, I wanted him to be rough with me, to fuck my face until I was a slobbering mess. I scrambled to grip my hard cock. It was already wet and slippery with my precum.

"Mmh! Nnnngg!! Mrrrh!" My oxygen-deprived brain felt flush and I could only focus on my whole-body tremors as I reached the point of no return. I couldn't breathe, but I was higher than a kite, detached from the world, my climax stretching infinitely in time. And it went on. And on. Nothing mattered anymore except my earth-shattering orgasm that melted my insides. Dean's huge cock pulsed in my mouth, the rhythmic expansion massaging my throat, the friction strangely erotic as my brain was pushed higher and higher into a space where only pleasure and sex existed. I felt his thick, hot cum pool in my throat, but my throat muscles were powerless and I let half of it run down my gullet while the rest ran out through my mouth and nose. I spasmed weakly as my own cum flooded my abs and chest in warm spurts, and I just lay in a ruined heap while my body wallowed in dirty pleasure.

I heard someone call my name as I floated back to earth, light as a feather, feeling no pain. I was sated and full, and everything was just peaceful and...

"JP! J! Who is this!?" I was abruptly awoken from my post-sex reverie by someone shaking me. I realized that Dean's cock was no longer in my mouth, and I opened my eyes with a gasp, choking on a mouthful of cum and spit. I wiped my face and cum was literally everywhere. As I coughed and sputtered, I also realized that Dean wasn't on top of me anymore. I sat up and saw him on the floor, pinned underneath a mass of muscles in a half nelson. The mountain of muscles was shaking me and calling my name. I focused harder. It was my roommate, Jack, and he looked ready to wipe the floor with my brother. Oh, shit!