My Brother VIsits

"JP! Who is this?!" It was Jack's voice. I opened my eyes to see my brother, Dean, naked and pinned under a wrestler of my roommate Jack. Just moments earlier, I had passed out after choking on Dean's cock, which he stuffed down my throat in a sexual frenzy. Jack looked like he was ready to wipe the floor with my brother.

Oh, shit!

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"Jack!" I coughed, my mouth still full of Dean's cum. His cum was salty and bitter, and I loved it and would have savoured it if my brother wasn't on the verge on being crushed to death by my roommate. I scrambled to get up.

"He's my brother, Dean. Dean, uh, meet Jack, my roommate. Jack, please let my brother go."

"Your... b-brother?" I could literally see a light go on behind Jack's eyes while he processed the information. "He was choking you! I thought you were gonna die!"

"Err, thanks for your concern, Jack, I know it looked like..."

"Damned right it looked like what it looked like! You were passed out!" Dean tried to get up but Jack was our college's star wrestler. My brother was not getting up until my roommate said so.

"We got a bit carried away..."

"Jack, I can explain."

"You're not well yet! And was your brother fucking your face?"

"Jack, I... err... yeah."

Jack stopped ranting to catch his breath. Dean took the opportunity to make a run for it, but he didn't get far before Jack tackled him to the floor again. This time, Dean was on his back, and Jack's mountainous bare chest -- he had partially stripped off his wrestling singlet -- was pressing Dean into the floor.

"Boys!" I huffed and tried again. "Jack, meet Dean. Dean, Jack."

"We... have met," Dean panted. Jack reached down and tugged on his cock. "Hey!"

"Little Dean wants to play, huh," Jack was still pinning Dean aggressively, but there was a hint of a grin. Oh, no. Jack was like a puppy when it comes to sex and cum -- he doesn't let go until he's all drained. He fucks and jerks off a few times a day and our walls probably had more cum on them than paint.

"Fuck you," Dean tried to wriggle out of the hold, but his words had no real heat. "I'm just hot for my bro."

"Your bro has a concussion," Jack stated. "And he nearly died giving you a blowjob. He won't be able to take any more today."

"And who're you to say so?"

"'Cos I'm his roommate! We.."

"Hey! I'm right here!" I huffed indignantly, but the effect was somewhat dampened by the return of my vertigo and I slumped over on the bed. At once, two muscle-gods were on me, jostling to hold my face and hug me tight.

"Baby bro! Sorry! How do you feel?"

"JP! Do you need a pillow? Have you had breakfast?"

If I hadn't been sick, the two of them fighting over me would have been turned me on. My stomach growled. "No, yeah, I think I need breakfast."

"I'll go get something for you," Jack offered, pulling his singlet back on.

"Thanks, man," I gave a weak wave and settled back on my bed as he left.

Dean climbed back onto my bed and laid down beside me, our naked bodies fitting comfortably together. He cuddled me from my right, resting his head on my shoulder and wrapping his powerful thighs around me. I felt warm just feeling his hairy legs brush against mine.

"You've gotten damned big, Dean," I remarked, caressing his beefy arms.

"There's a lot of physical training," Dean replied. "It's been almost half a year. You don't look so bad yourself."

I smiled. "If I'd known you swung this way, we'd have had loads more fun back home."

"Ah, I don't care for labels right now," Dean mused. "I'm just having fun when I can get it. We got plenty of pent-up horny jocks in the academy. Nobody really gives a damn who does who." He leaned down closer to my face. I saw his familiar face with the smooth skin and same eyes, but a few more lines etched around his kissable lips, and freckles from being in the sun. I brought my hand up to his face and felt his day-old scruff. We kissed, gently at first, then Dean pressed more insistently, his plump lips opening and sliding on mine.

I moaned as Dean's tongue muscled its way into my mouth. He was gentle and tender now, puckering his lips sensually between mine, his wet tongue tasting and licking inside my mouth, over my teeth, and playing with my tongue. I smiled and returned the kiss. My cock started to wake up.

Dean's mouth left my lips and traveled down my neck, his lips making gentle kisses down my body, his tongue swirling and tickling my skin. I inhaled sharply as Dean licked down my chest and abs, devouring the cum that had dried there, licking patterns into my skin that drove me wild. I moaned louder and arched my back, waiting for him to reach my cock.

"Hey, I said no sex!" Darn it, did Jack have to cockblock me again? His hulking physique appeared at the door with a few boxes of food. Dean groaned and rolled his eyes.

"Dude, you're worse than our mother!" Dean griped, but he helped Jack lay out the food on the bed.

It was Jack's turn to roll his eyes. "Come on, let's get some chow into JP before he faints again." I smacked his meaty shoulder.

Dean had a shit-eating grin. "Hey, I know what we can do," he got up from my bed. "We did this with my mates when someone got sick and had to eat in bed. Come on, it's fun!" He went to Jack and whispered in his ear. Jack looked skeptical at first, then after Dean nudged him a few times, he smiled and his mouth made an 'O'.

"Hey, that sounds fun," Jack grinned. He stripped off his singlet, releasing his flaccid tube of meat. Dean laid down on the bed beside me.

"Now, you just have to lay them on me," Dean instructed. I got up and tried to figure out what was going on. Jack took out the food from the boxes. First came the sandwiches. Jack tried to balance them on Dean's hard pecs, but they kept toppling over, so Jack took them apart and smeared the peanut butter on Dean's chest before sticking the bread on top. The lettuce and tomatoes were sprinkled on his shoulders. Next came the scrambled eggs. Jack had taken three portions, so there was more than enough to go coating Dean's tight abs. Dean squirmed a little as some oil trickled down his sides, tickling him. He giggled.

"Dean, what did you tell Jack to do?" I had a bit of an idea, but I was really seeing a different side of my brother that I had never knew existed before: a fun, devil-may-care sexy man-child who was more than comfortable in his own skin and body. "Didn't our mom tell us not to play with our food?"

"JP, don't mention our parents while we're naked on the bed! And we're not gonna play with our food," Dean answered. "YOU are gonna eat it. Off me."

"Oh..." Realization dawned on me. "So you're the plate now? I'm eating my breakfast off your body?" Really, this boy would fit right in with our bunch of horny dorm mates.

"Yeah," Dean grinned. "Come on, try the sandwiches." He pillowed his head on his hands, and Jack promptly covered his underarms with baked beans. Dean shivered and laughed at the sensation.

"You are nuts," I said, exasperated, but I was grinning too and I couldn't help admiring Dean's naked, hot body covered in food. My stomach growled again. Jack finished by laying strips of bacon on Dean's thighs and rubbing the grease into his skin sensually. Dean moaned.

"I'll help myself then," I announced, and picked up the contents of the sandwiches from Dean's chest and shoulders.

"Nah-uh," Dean stopped me. "Use your mouth only." He smiled cheerfully.

I raised one eyebrow, but bent down over his chest. I licked the peanut butter coating his left pec and nibbled the supple skin there, then kissed his left nipple and nipped it lightly with my teeth. Dean gasped. I licked up all the peanut butter until his nipple was clean, then bit down on his fleshy pecs. After crossing his muscular chest, I chomped down on the sandwich bread on his sternum, and swallowed it. I then chewed my way up to his left shoulder and munched on the lettuce there. Biting down on a slice of tomato, the juice squirted onto Dean's face. Licking the juice off his cheeks, I dribbled the rest of the juice down his biceps and then licked it back up, traveling the length of his bulging upper arm. Dean closed his eyes and sighed.

"Yeah, baby bro," Dean whispered. "Lick me all you want. Eat me the whole day."

"I'm hungry too," Jack was kneeling on the bed on Dean's right.

"There are three portions right?" Dean smiled. "Eat your share, big guy." Jack didn't wait for another invitation and bent down to Jack's chest. He wasn't as careful as I was and made a mess on Dean's body and the bedsheets. Turning back to my side of Dean's chest, I made a beeline for his left pit. It was caked with baked beans, the sweet-and-sour smell of the ketchup mixing with Dean's sweaty musk in a most delectable way. My mouth watered, and I licked up some beans before I mashed my mouth into his pit. Swallowing down the beans, I dove my tongue into the fuzz there and swirled them in my mouth, inhaling his manly scent, an earthy undertone that was all Dean. I bit down hard and Dean moaned and lifted off the bed.

"Easy, tiger," Jack breathed, his lips still fastened around Dean's right nipple, tugging roughly on it. Dean was getting off on the biting! I bit harder and was sure Dean would be sporting many hickeys tomorrow. Dean started panting. Jack licked around to Dean's right armpit and chowed down on the beans, then used his teeth to gnaw around Dean's pecs. Dean rolled his head in ecstasy.

I moved my face down to Dean's abs. I knew he was ticklish on his sides, so I steered clear of that area to avoid my breakfast upending in my face. I chewed on the scrambled eggs -- the cook had mixed in mushrooms and garlic, and the strong heady aroma complemented Dean's heated skin perfectly. I moaned as I licked up the cooking oil trickling down Dean's abs, running into his very prominent V-line, filling up his cum gutters. I licked and gnawed at the toned muscles at the part where his abs met the groin. Dean howled and clenched his fists tightly; the bedsheet bunched in his fists and some of the scrambled eggs flipped onto the bed. I continued biting hard at the spot, reducing Dean to a quivering, writhing mess. Oil dripped into his pubes and drowned his cock, which was getting hard.

I finally let go of his groin and lifted my head. There was a large, purple bruise and I smiled, satisfied that I'd left my mark on my brother in an intimate part of his body, and continued to eat my eggs off his abs. His hard cock was now brushing my cheek.

"That hickey would be hard to explain to your mates back at the academy," observed Jack.

"I don't care. Just keep biting me. That all you got?" Dean panted, his eyes still closed, and his grip on the bedsheets relaxed.

"I'm not at the good part yet," I promised, moving down to his thighs. They were greasy from the bacon, and god, the grilled meat smelled sinfully delicious on him. I chomped down on the warm bacon, at the same time getting my teeth deep into Dean's thigh muscles. Dean tensed and gripped the sheets again. The grease from the bacon squished out around my mouth and lubricated my lips as I slowly made my way from his knees up to his groin. Biting his quads and leaving red-and -purple teeth marks along the way, I spied Jack licking Dean all over, from his pits down his sides to his thighs. Most of the food was already gone on Jack's side. Dean's erection was rock-hard by now, pointing toward his head, nine inches of meat leaking precum.

After cleaning up all the bacon, I nosed into Dean's perineum and spread his thighs wider. Licking his ballsac gently, I tasted the oil from the scrambled eggs and grease from the bacon, all mixed together with the strong musk around his taint. I sucked Dean's balls into my mouth, and licked up his precum. It was salty, and bitter, with a bit of peppery aftertaste.

"We've finished all the food," I pouted and sighed. "What do we do now?"

"Hold that thought," Jack grinned mischievously. "I saved the best for last!"

As I watched, Jack reached into the last breakfast box and pulled out a nine-inch-long huge sausage!

"Gosh, we have salamis and sausages today!" I laughed, flicking Dean's cock a few times and watched as several strands of precum dribbled out. Dean moaned.

Jack placed the large sausage beside Dean's cock. "Look! They're the same size!" Indeed, Dean's huge cock was almost exactly the same thickness as the sausage. I licked up the salty real sausage, then down Dean's very hot and hard sausage. I inhaled the aroma of Dean's cock, now mixed with the mouth-watering smell of the sausage.

"Mmmmm. They feel about the same. But Dean's sausage tastes better," I giggled. Dean swatted me on my head.

"Go down on me, baby bro," Dean started pleading. "You know you want to. Please, bro, please? I'll have lots of precum and jizz for you."

"Well, I don't know which one to eat first," I said. "What if I accidentally ate you up, bro?"

Dean groaned. "Ah, just eat me, baby bro. Gobble me up!"

I grinned, then opened my mouth wide and bit down... on the real sausage. Dean inhaled sharply, holding his breath, then released it when he realised I hadn't bitten him. I mimed sucking off and deep-throating the sausage. He laughed.

"Come on, bro!" Dean cried. "Eat me already! I've still got loads and loads for you!"

"Ah, so pushy," I smiled, then shoved both the real sausage and Dean's cock into my mouth. My jaws ached with the stretch, and I chewed down hard. The sausage ruptured and got cleaved by my teeth. Dean's cock remained rock-hard in my mouth, and Dean screamed.

"AAAAHHHHH!! Ohmigod!! Oh, uh uh that was intense, bro!" Dean shouted, panting heavily, but he did not push me away nor did he pull his cock out of my mouth. I laved his cock where I had bitten -- it was still hard and just a bit red -- then I swallowed his cockhead, and grazed the plump head with my teeth. Dean continued his crazed screams of sexual torture, but I knew he was loving it. More precum shot out from his cock into my mouth. I nibbled on his sopping slit.

"OOOHH bro, that's... ahh, ahh, my cock, ohmygod, ohmygod, fuck fuck fuckity fuck," Dean was delirious from my rough treatment of his cock. I pulled him off my mouth with a pop, and laved at the puffy head. "Wait, baby bro, don't stop, don't stop, more please, more, more more more fucking I need more..." Dean was chanting now.

I smirked and bit down on his cockhead again, then swirled my tongue around and into his slit. Dean resumes his loud litany of curses and tried to fuck my face. But I had other plans.

Taking my mouth off Dean's cock, I took the half-bitten-off sausage -- about seven inches of it -- and coated it on Dean's greasy thighs and ball sac. Next, I grabbed Dean's knees and turned him over onto his right side, spreading his thighs wider so his perky butt was spread and facing me, while his upper body reclined on Jack.

Holding Dean's cheeks apart, I dipped my nose and mouth into his hole. A strong musk greeted my nose. I licked his asshole, tasting the oil that had soaked there, and also the sweaty stink of a hot horny boy who hadn't showered since gym and a run yesterday. My mouth watered as my tongue cleaned up everything enthusiastically, reveling in the smell and taste of unwashed jock. I was rock hard. But I didn't want to fuck. Yet.

I took the sausage, now slippery with grease, and lined up the round end at Dean's hole. He tried to turn around to see what was happening. "What are you doing, baby bro? Are you gonna fuck me?" Dean murmured.

"No, Dean, not me," I was hyperventilating a bit now, giddy with the thrill of the filthy deed I was about to perform on my brother. Specifically, in him. I slipped the head of the sausage inside his hole. The tube went in smoothly and lodged at his sphincter. Dean groaned.

"Oh my god, bro, is that the sausage? The real one? It feels like a cock! UUGH THAT IS SO SICK! Push it in, bro, push it in!! Fuck me with it!" Dean was beside himself with lust now, and he pushed back. As he relaxed his sphincter, the greasy sausage entered smoothly. It disappeared about halfway in before I felt some resistance.

"That is so HOT, JP!" Jack called from the other side, watching us with glazed eyes. His cock was hard and leaking. He grabbed the firm sausage and thrust it into Dean a few times, moving it roughly in and out. Dean's eyes rolled up and he nearly stopped breathing with the lust overtaking him.

My hand joined Jack's as we plundered Dean's hole with the sausage, using it like a dildo. There was some resistance at the end which I assumed to be Dean's prostate, and his cock leaked precum every time the sausage hit the spot. We used a bit of force to punch the sausage against his nut. Dean was grunting nonstop now, his hands fisting around my bedsheet and ripping it. Oh well, they needed to be thrown away after this anyway. I slipped two fingers into Dean's hole beside the sausage.

"MY GAWD!!" Dean's pelvis flew off the bed as he jerked and spasmed. His hole was loose and only clenched weakly around my fingers, which slid in easily. Dean started leaking whitish cum, his eyes completely glazed over, body jerking and arching off the bed.

Suddenly, the end of the sausage that I was still holding on slipped into Dean completely. "Oh, shit!" I cried, trying to grab at the receding meat. "Shit shit fucking shit!" I dug my fingers into Dean's rectum, eliciting louder groans from my dazed brother, who was so sexed up that he couldn't tell that the sausage-fucking had stopped, and I was nearly fisting him with four fingers reaching into his hole. My greasy fingers slid in and out of his swollen, loose sphincter, and I groped helplessly inside my brother. "Dean?" My brother was not responding, afloat in his blissed-out sex universe. "Err... Jack?" I looked to Jack for some help. Jack looked at Dean's hole hungrily. And not in a hungry-hungry way either. Oh, shit! What was happening? Would we have to visit the hospital? How would we explain how the sausage got inside my brother's hole?

"Move over, JP," Jack shouldered me away from Dean, his attention fixated on my brother' ass, which had literally eaten up a whole sausage seconds earlier. Jack climbed over Dean's back. By now, Dean's brain was so fried that he could only whimper as he felt the muscular hunk mount him.

"Jack, what... what are you doing?" I panicked.

"What I've always wanted to find out," Jack's eyes were unfocused. "How many sausages can fit into one ass?" Without any warning, Jack sank his own nine inches into Dean's hole straight to the hilt.

"OOOOOHHH MAAAANN!!" Dean really screamed this time, but he was powerless to escape the anal torture, trapped under Jack's powerful body. "OH MMMY GAAAWWD!! THIS IS...." Dean took several deep breaths, his eyes bulging and his entire body popping with veins. I thought he was gonna pass out with the intensity of his reaction.

"This... is... awee-sooome," Dean finally ground out, dry heaving with two sausages stuffed inside him from the back end. "Ohmygawd, I am... so f-fucking full! B-but... it's f-fucking great!" He panted and wriggled his ass around Jack's cock. The oil and grease squished about. He was effectively double-penetrated! I started stroking my erection.

Jack took Dean's movement to be his signal to start fucking, and he began to pound Dean's ass. Slap! Slap! The oil churned loudly between Jack's crotch and my brother's ass.

"Gawd, I can feel the sausage inside," Jack breathed. He was biting and chewing on the back of Dean's thick neck as he pummeled Dean's hole. "It's so crowded, there's no room for the sausage to run... it's sliding and rubbing up against my cock... it's like the sausage is fucking him too... ah, ah, there's no space, everything is... is so TIGHT in there!"

"Yeah, hunk, fuck me," Dean gasped. "Use my hole! Double-fuck me with your two sausages! M-make me your bitch, my hole is stuffed so full of meat! Fuck me! My nut is yours! Ooh- oh! Oh!"

The three of us scrimmaged around the torn sheets, covered in grease and oil and crumbs of food. My brother was lost in the throes of a sexual high he probably never knew before, and my roommate was fucking him with abandon, animalistic grunts punctuating the dense heat in our room, the air thick with the aroma of grilled cooking and sex and sweat and musk. The scene was so hot and wild that I was edging near orgasm.

"Nnngh! Nnnnnnnnggghh! MMM-nnnnggghh!!" Jack's laboured breathing signaled his climax as he finally went still, his muscular glutes contracting spasmodically, blasting his cum into my brother. His teeth gnawed a giant red hickey into my brother's shoulder. Cum started leaking out around Dean's hole.

"God, I'm gonna cum! Pull out, pull out, it's too full, too much cum, I-I'm gonna burst, it's too much, aaaaahhh I can't take it, oh fuck! Fuck! Fuuuucck...!" Dean shouted as he jerked backwards and threw Jack off his back. Jack's cock unplugged from Dean's hole with a loud plop, followed by a heavy gush of cum. "OOOH AAAHHH MMMMMPPPH NNNNNGH" my brother held his breath and heaved, grunting noisily as he came, his cock shooting cum far out onto the floor.

Sploooch! Suddenly the head of the sausage appeared at Dean's hole. His spasms had pushed it out! He heaved some more and his hole opened and closed, moving the meat in and out. The sausage shot out on the third heave with a loud slurp, together with a noisy splat of oil and grease. More cum squished out of Dean's chute and exploded all over Jack's body. Jack's cock had stopped cumming, but now I was ready.

"Here... I... cum!" My cock spewed thick jizz all over Jack's body, half of it landing on his back and the rest landing on the wall behind our bed. I thrust my pelvis forward as Jack slinked bonelessly onto the bed; my spewing cock met Dean's ass and entered his very loose and well-fucked hole. My cum churned around in my brother's chute as it mixed with Jack's cum and the grease inside. The slippery sensation as I fucked Dean was indescribable. My crotch slapped on his butt several times before I slowed down and finally stopped, exhausted and all my cum drained.

"My god, that was beyond hot..." Dean drooled idly as I pulled out of his ass, which was now a total mess of cum and grease, and so loose that it gaped open when I bent down to lick it. There was probably still a gallon of cum inside, and I could make out the pink shiny flesh of his abused rectum. I locked my lips around his ass lips and sucked hard, repeatedly. Dean shuddered uncontrollably, but otherwise he could not move. His sphincter had long given up, and cum flowed freely out of his hole with my felching, landing on my tongue with just a hint of musk. Dean had douched before coming over -- the horny bastard!

"Hey, missing something," Jack had somehow found the energy to sit up, and was now rummaging through the breakfast boxes. He came up with a bottle of milk. "We gotta have milk for the growing boy!" Grinning, he poured the milk onto Dean's ass. I watched in fascination as the milk eddied and pooled on the gaping hole, then with a 'schlurp!' got sucked in when Dean clenched and unclenced it. When he relaxed again I could see the milk mixing with the cum inside.

"Come on," Jack encouraged, his eyes still glazed over with lust, looking at me heatedly. I lapped at the milk in Dean's hole like a puppy, finding that cum and milk go very well. Feeling emboldened, I latched into Dean's ass and sucked up the milk with a loud raspberry, swallowing all the cum that was felched up with it. Dean could only moan in wanton ecstasy as I literally ate out his ass.

"That. Is. So. Hot," Jack gasped. He couldn't resist plunging two fingers into Dean's hole and catching some leftover cum and milk, bringing the musky jizz-trails to his mouth and licking his fingers clean. "We have one last thing. The grand finale!"

"Whut...?" I thought we had eaten everything. But Jack brandished the half-chewed sausage with a 'ta-da!' and held it in front of my face. "Finish your breakfast, JP!"

I looked at the sausage. It was covered in grease, and the aroma of the cooking oil caught my nose; I was hungry again after all that exertion. Underneath that was the musk of Jack's cum that was coating the sausage thickly. It had congealed into thick white clumps, and I could smell Dean's anus on it. I sniffed at the sausage tentatively. My brother had douched, so it did not stink. Moreover, I had already drank milk direct from Dean's rectum. I licked and slurped on the sausage, then bit down.

The warm cum and salty pepper of the meat went surprisingly well together, and I chomped the whole thing down in  several mouthfuls, enjoying the slippery cum coating the inside of my mouth. Jack chased the last bit of sausage, biting off and swallowing the end, and he kissed me when the piece of meat between our mouths disappeared. His lips were puffy and warm, and as our mouths locked together we passed some salty sausage bits and his cum between our mouths. His tongue came over and groped mine, and we made out for several minutes.

Finally, drained of all energy, I flopped back down on the bed, hugging my brother on my front as I kissed him. Jack spooned me tightly from behind and I felt his cock squash against my butt.

"God, we're so going to hell for this," Dean mumbled into my mouth.

"Don't let food go to waste," Jack muttered, his teeth making impressions on my neck. I wear his bite marks proudly nowadays, and my swimming team mates had already tired of teasing me about them.

"I still want breakfast in bed," I grinned and licked Dean's lips. "For the whole week, Dean."

"Deal."

"What about me?"

"You don't have a concussion."

"I can fuck you senseless."

"... okay. Deal."