My Brother VIsits

"But why, Dean?"

"I wanna know what you guys learn here! I'm expanding my horizons!"

"I..."

"And I'm gonna be bored to death in your room," Dean pouted. He had talked me into letting him attend lectures with me. After my concussion, I wasn't expected back in class for another week, but my headaches were gone and I could choose a few lectures to attend so I wouldn't fall too much behind. Dean knew I was bored too, after having finished surfing all my favorite porn sites on my first day back at the dorm.

"All right," I agreed. I could never say no to those puppy eyes. "But don't fall asleep or I'll be the one getting it from the professor!"

"Don't worry! I'll find something to occupy myself with," Dean gave a cheeky grin. Oh, no. I wonder what he has up his sleeve.

Or non-sleeve, for that matter. Dean was wearing my sleeveless hoodie zipped up to his chest. His ripped arms bulged out of the wide armholes much more than mine ever did, and his striated obliques and abs could be clearly seen through the low armholes. Had he cut them lower? Below that he wore his very torn jeans. The frayed material had so many tears that it was just held together by a few strips of denim that were ripped from being stretched on his muscles. He had cut off the legs below the knees, so his hairy shins and trained calves were on display above a pair of flip-flops. His muscular thighs were visible through the tears, all the way up to his crotch, and it was a miracle his cock and balls didn't just fall out of his cut-offs. He wasn't wearing underwear and his pale butt cheeks could be seen through the holes at the back. I couldn't resist slipping a hand through the back and squeezing his firm butt, my finger inching up toward his well-used hole. We had fucked that morning after breakfast in bed.

"Ah-uh, no sampling of the merchandise," Dean slapped my hand away. "We'll have to finish what you started, and then we'll be late." He gave me a rough kiss on the lips instead, and bounded out the door, leaving my lips tingling and tongue hanging out, wanting more. The bastard.

We walked across campus, and suddenly I realized what a bad idea it was to let my brother go to lecture wearing what he did. Wherever he went, conversation stopped, all the girls -- without exception -- turned to ogle him, and more than half the guys turned to stare as well. In the morning sun Dean made quite the picture: an athletic jock with sun-kissed skin and cute boyish face, wearing clothes that showed more skin than covered it. Some of the cheerleaders were practically drooling. Shit, their boyfriends looked like they could murder my brother. I hurried Dean to the lecture hall.

"Just enjoying the sun, bro," Dean was completely unaware of the attention he was getting, and strolled along with his arm draped over my shoulders. I wrapped one arm around his waist and pulled him into the lecture hall.

As expected, we were late, and the hall was filled up especially at the back, so Dean and I had to sit in the front row. I bent down and crept along the row, but Dean just strutted in and beamed at the professor. It was Prof Marge today, teaching anatomy of the shoulder. She was a forty-ish prim lady, wore pencil skirts and pantsuits, and tied her hair up in a bun. She gave a "don't humor me" glare as Dean took a seat right in front of her.

"As I was saying," Prof Marge resumed her lecture. "There are a few muscles that are important to the function of the shoulder." She flashed a few slides on the projector and continued droning on.

"She's pretty hot," Dean whispered to me. "Squishable boobs."

"Dean!" I hissed back. "Don't let her catch us talking! She's hella strict!"

"I'll just... appreciate her then," Dean grinned. His right hand reached down and I saw his fingers disappear into a tear on his right thigh. I nudged him. He nudged me back. I looked down. His hand was groping inside his crotch.

"Now, class..." Prof was just going through another round of slides when the projector suddenly blacked out. She clicked around a few times but nothing happened. "Oh, dear. We have a problem."

My classmates got noisy, everyone expecting the class to be let out.

"Quiet, class," Prof called. "We're not done yet!" She looked around in exasperation. "Alright, since we don't have the slides now, I'll need to have a real specimen. Will someone care to come and demonstrate?"

Everyone started shouting at the same time. "Is she serious?" The girl next to me asked. I shrugged.

Prof Marge walked around, her heels click-clacking, looking at the hunks in the lecture. Most of them were wearing tight muscle tees or tank tops, and I would have a hard time choosing one of them to demonstrate their muscles. She stopped in front of Dean. "What's your name, boy?"

"Dean," my brother smirked dirtily and winked at her. I nudged him hard.

"Well, Dean, why don't you come to the front," said Prof Marge. "We could make some use of those muscles." Dean beamed and got up.

"Dean!" I tried to pull him back.

"Hey, this could get interesting!" Dean shot back. "She's hot, and I don't mind showing a bit of skin. We strip off every chance we get in the academy anyway."

"But..." but Dean was already standing in front of three hundred college students in the lecture hall.

"What would you like to see, Prof?" Dean gave her his most heated look.

"We're learning about the shoulder," Prof Marge was cool. "Turn to your side."

Dean turned, showing off his broad shoulders.

"We have the deltoids here," Prof pointed at Dean's bulging delts. "This muscle has three parts." She continued to drone on. The girl next to me made a 'hmmm' sound.

"Who's that?" she whispered to me.

"Hmm? He's... my brother," I replied. "He's here visiting me."

"He... is very built," she observed.

"Well, he's a midshipman at the naval academy," I explained.

"Ah."

I turned back to look at Dean. He was being turned around on stage now, hitting a hands-clasped muscular pose, showing off his right delts, then left delts, showing the striations on his muscles.

"Now, we have the pectorals," Prof Marge continued on. "Dean, you'll have to remove your shirt."

"Sure," Dean grinned, then unzipped his hoodie all the way, sliding it off his shoulders slowly and finally off, revealing his very muscular and developed body. Some of the guys wolf-whistled, earning a withering glare from the prof. Dean threw the hoodie at me. "Bro, take this for me." I caught the hoodie and smelled his and my scents on it. I had to resist burying my face in it like a world-class pervert, in front of the whole class.

"What will it be?" Dean turned to face the class. He struck a double-biceps pose, then a side chest pose. The girls in the room twittered while the guys groaned.

"Thank you very much, Dean," Prof Marge continued to guide him to turn. "Just this pose, we want to see the pectorals." She slid her palm over his bulging right pec. "Class, we can see that the pectoralis major is the most impressive muscle on the chest. It is very strong, and it also helps the shoulder move the arm." She rubbed Dean's pecs. Was she tweaking his nipples?

"Moving on, we have the latissimus dorsi," Prof Marge turned Dean around and showed us his back. Dean did a back lat spread pose. Did they have bodybuilding classes at the academy? His lats were like muscular wings, the flat pieces of muscle spread out like sails catching the wind. I could see the individual ridges and valleys under his smooth skin with zero body fat.

Prof Marge slid her hands over Dean's lats. Her small hands were almost lost in the wide expanse of his muscles. My mouth watered. She stood closer to Dean.

"And these are the trapezius muscles," Prof got Dean to do a back double-biceps pose. "They help with the shoulder and scapula movement." She continued to explain the parts of the lats. My brother was flexing happily, letting her hands roam over his lats. Her hands never left his skin now.

"Below that we have the infraspinatus and teres major," Prof Marge slid her hands to the sides of Dean's back. He continued flexing in a back biceps and left arm extended pose, popping all the small muscles of his upper back and posterior shoulders. Prof isolated each muscle in turn and explained their names and functions.

"You can turn back now, Dean," Prof Marge's hands were still on Dean's shoulder as he rotated his body. His fuzzy pits came into view. "Stop here, please." She turned to the class. "See these strips of muscle on the ribs? These are the serratus anterior." Dean struck a side serratus pose, holding his left arm behind his head and exposing his delicious armpit. Prof's hand moved smoothly down Dean's side, almost reaching his waist. She turned Dean fully to face the front.

"And here we have the axilla," Prof Marge continued her lecture, moving her hands flush with his armpit. "The anterior and mid axillary lines are here." She was standing so close to Dean's side now that her body was almost touching his. She was slightly shorter, so her nose was just at the level of Dean's pit. She pushed Dean's muscular arm up above his head to expose more of his axillary anatomy.

"We can see the various muscles that define the boundaries of the axilla," Prof explained, touching each muscle in turn. "Look at the pecs. They're in front. The lats and teres major form the back." She rubbed over his pecs, her face now just next to Dean's armpit. I could make out her nose getting tickled by his armpit hairs. Prof Marge inhaled his musky scent. Wait, what?

"Now, let's see the other side," Prof click-clacked to Dean's right and raised his other arm. Dean did an overhead abs pose, popping his biceps and fully exposing his pits. Prof Marge slid her hands around his full pecs and over his washboard abs. "These are very nice abs and arms, too," she observed. Then, she resumed demonstrating Dean's right axilla with her hands rubbing all around and dipping in it. My mouth watered.

A twitch caught my eye. As fixated as I was on Dean's upper body, I hadn't noticed that his lower body was barely covered by his torn jeans. The top button of his jeans was unbuttoned -- when did that happen? -- and there was a definite bulge in his crotch. No, make that the outline of his cock. His very hard cock, pointing to the left, where one of the large tears began. As his cock lengthened in front our eyes with the professor kneading his chest, the head started peeking out from the tear! With a few more twitches, his cockhead was fully in view, pressed against his muscular thighs by the stretched denim, which was not doing a very good job of keeping his genitals covered.

Prof Marge was concentrating on his upper body and did not look down. "And you can see the lats and pecs on this side," she continued to drone, moving her hands up and down Dean's chest, her face again mashed into his exposed right axilla. The contact must be turning Dean on, for he gave us a shit-eating grin and his eyes rolled up into the back of his head. His cock -- now fully nine inches of hardon -- throbbed in time with his heartbeat, and began leaking. As his cockhead was exposed, the precum drooled down the inside of his thigh, making a large wet spot.

"Now, turn a bit, please," Prof Marge manhandled Dean's body and he turned cooperatively to his side. He struck a side triceps pose. "We see the triceps here. It's strictly not part of the shoulder, but the biceps are." Dean changed to a side biceps pose. Prof Marge's hands gripped his huge biceps, unable to get around it even with two hands. The front of her body was now on Dean's back. Dean's cock pointed and throbbed at the audience, leaking several trails of precum down his pants and soaking the entire left side of his jeans. The exposed skin of his thighs were shiny.

"Oh my god, this is so hot," the girl beside me whimpered. I turned and saw her fingering herself under her sundress. It was already damp with her juices. I looked to my left and right and was not surprised to see more than half the guys and girls on my row masturbating under their shorts or skirts. My own cock was rock hard too, poking up against my black shorts. I rubbed my cock through the soft mesh and moaned involuntarily. I was now sweating in my tank top, even with the A/C on. I lifted my left arm behind my head. I sniffed my musky pit.

Dean caught my eye. As the professor was still explaining the muscles behind his back. Dean did an overhead pose again, then reached down with his right hand and unsnapped another button on his jeans. The horndog! His dick throbbed and spurted some precum further out, landing on the floor. The crowd was getting warmed up now, murmuring and breathing hard. I could hear several girls gasping as the first of their orgasms started.

But I only had eyes for Dean. My cock leaked into my shorts, which were coated in dried cum anyway, and this allowed my shorts to slide smoothly over my hardon. The satiny mesh felt great on my penis, and it was a huge turn-on to be masturbating with the whole class, while Dean was putting on a sexy show in front, with an oblivious professor touching and caressing his muscles.

"Now, could you turn back here, please," Prof Marge continued to rotate her 'live' mannequin left and right. Did she notice that his low-cut jeans were now undone, and the only thing holding it on his hips was his very hard cock, which was poking out one of the torn seams and leaking like mad?

Dean grinned at me while the professor's head was turned away. He reached down with one finger and touched the tip of his cock, coming away with a long trail of sticky slime. He put his finger into his mouth and sucked it off, then rubbed the rest into his bare chest and abs. I moaned louder. I heard a loud rustling beside me -- the guys sitting a few seats over had their flies open and cocks out, opening masturbating below the desks. The lecture hall was an old communal hall type, with long rows of planks on several steps for desks and benches, so everyone was squeezed together. One of the guys was jerking off his buddy's cock. They were all hot athletes -- I recognised them as some of the guys from the diving squad -- and they had their shorts pulled down to their knees.

"Now, we can see the scapula here. You have very good muscle definition, Dean," Prof complimented. Dean beamed proudly and turned one circle around, still striking poses to pop his back, his chest, and his biceps. Prof Marge was standing so close to him that during the last part of Dean's rotation, his cockhead grazed her pencil skirt and made a very, very wet trail on her front.

"Now, the pecs again," Prof really made full use of her model! Dean was accommodating and turned toward the class. At this angle, his cockhead was rubbing against the front of the professor's skirt, and with each throb of his nine inches it made an even bigger wet spot on it. Dean moved his hips lazily. It looked he was rutting against the professor from the waist down. The class was in an uproar now and nobody could really hear the professor. Not like anyone was paying attention anyway.

"Oh my god! AAhhhhh!" The girl next to me suddenly screamed. "Oh! Fuck me! YEEESSS!! Fuck me with your cock!! I'm so wet and hot for you!! OOOHH!!" She had her hand down her panties, her skirt already on the floor. She was desperately thrusting her fingers in and out of her pussy and the whole bench got wet beneath her. I looked at the professor who was still demonstrating Dean's pecs with a finger on his nipple. He rocked his hips in larger motions against her hips, drawing designs on her skirt. The professor was so engrossed in her lecture that she probably couldn't hear the orgasming teenagers in the hall.

With the professor's back turned, the guys on my other side groaned loudly, then began spewing cum under the table. The powerful spurts hit the underside of the table, then dripped down in rivulets onto their laps. Some of the cum landed on the floor and on each other's chests. I looked at Dean, who was still smiling his shit-eating grin, rubbing his cock now on the professor's side. He reached up and did an overhead pose again, exposing his very muscular underarms and stretching his abs. His cock was oozing a steady stream of precum. All of a sudden, the wet denim around his cock gave way, and his jeans slid off his waist all the way to the floor. The whole hall gave a collective whoop. My brother was now naked with his jeans pooled around his ankles!

Thus freed, Dean's cock bounced up joyfully. He was flinging precum everywhere, coating the professor's dress completely now, running down the stockings on her legs. Prof Marge was still explaining how the biceps rotated the shoulder by grabbing his beefy arm and turning it this way and that. With the professor's back still turned, all the girls in the hall moaned and screamed in ecstasy. The girl beside me had already slid onto the floor, her head thrown back and eyes rolled up in uncontrollable lust, her thighs gripping tight and spasming around her fist jammed inside her vagina. The diving guys on my other side were still jerking, their cocks rubbing against the underside of the table.

Dean smirked smarmily, no doubt the sight of an entire hall of out-of-control horny teenagers masturbating and cumming to his naked body was turning him on. His precum was running in shorter streams now, and it was turning milky. He hadn't even touched himself yet! The professor, on the other hand, was plastered against his body as she moved his arms left and right.

"And that's how the biceps rotates the shoulders," Prof Marge was almost done with explaining and was about to turn back. Dean's eyes opened wide. He lifted his left arm, almost shoving his pit in the professor's face, then bent down and whispered something in her ear. She looked up at his face. She seemed to confirm the question with him, and he nodded yes. She walked to the back of the stage, back still turned to the class, and rummaged through her bag.

Dean gave a thumbs-up to the class and grinned widely. He flexed his abs a few times, grunting heavily, and on the fifth heave his cock sent forth a long stream of cum. It spattered the floor in front of him in a loud splat, but the hoots and shouts from the crowd drowned him out. The next few spurts were equally powerful and coated the stage.

Suddenly, I felt several warm splashes on my shoulders and face. I looked up and saw the row of guys behind me, standing up with their cocks out, jerking furiously, their cum arcing through the air and crossing paths, landing directly on me. I was about to give them a 'what the hell' look, then saw that one of them was Lux, the barber I patronize every two weeks, for the thrill of having a naked barber cut my hair. He had his shirt off and he was covered in cum. One stream of his cum hit me on the face as I turned to smile at him. I licked it up. He moved closer and his cock was at my eye level. He rubbed his oozing cock on my face. I kissed his cockhead and licked up his cum.

Amid the raucous sexual frenzy, my brother had shot six shots hands-free, and his cock was still hard and wet. He waved at the class, then turned around and bent over, exposing his pink asshole to everyone! It was shiny and loose, and winking wildly at me. I could make out the cum I had fucked into him this morning, that was still coating his rosebud. The class erupted in cheers and applause, as the last of the horny guys came all over the floor and benches, and the girls rode out the last of their multiple climaxes. More cum rained onto me but I didn't care to look and see who it was from anymore. I think the girl next to me was passed out on the floor, lying in a pool of cum from the guys behind. I made to jerk myself off, trying to race toward orgasm.

"Thank you, Dean," Prof Marge took something from her bag. At that moment, the projector turned on. "Oh! Oh... it's working again." She look a remote and pressed a few buttons, transfixed on the projected slides on the screen at the back of the stage.

Dean pulled up his jeans and buttoned them, stuffing his huge slimy snake into the soaked denim. He raised his arms and struck several poses again, giving everyone a last look at his muscles, then he raised his hands in appreciation at the applause. He waved at everyone, turning on his megawatt winning smile, nodding left and right, giving everyone flying kisses. Oh god, my brother has turned into a porn star!

"Ah! Here it is," Prof Marge finally turned back. "Quiet, class, please. You're awfully noisy today." By now the guys had settled back onto their benches, their cocks drained of cum but hanging out under the tables to take a breather. The girls were mostly slumped over, flushed and sweaty and breathing hard. The one beside me had finally come to and crawled weakly back into her seat.

"Thank you for demonstrating, Dean," the professor turned to Dean, handing him a pack of tissues. "I can't find any wet wipes in my bag, so this will have to do. You're sweating a lot. Was that a very strenuous exertion for you?"

Dean heaved a few deep breaths. "Yeah, flexing muscles takes a lot of energy," Dean smiled. "Especially for some... big muscles."

"Oh, well, class is over," Prof Marge turned to gather up her things. "You're welcome to demonstrate for our next class, Dean. It's on reproductive anatomy." She gave him a knowing stare. Was she aware that her whole class had gotten off during her lecture?

"Uh, thanks Prof, but no... I have something to take care of back in the dorms," Dean smiled, then nodded to me. I hadn't cum yet, even as my hardon was poking through my shorts. He gave me a heated look. "I need to... finish something I started."

"Well, anytime, Dean," the professor was already marching out the door, her skirt wet with his precum. Her high heels slipped slightly on his cum on the floor, then she steadied herself. "Oh! Why is the floor wet?" The class was silent and everyone shrugged, packing up their bags, leaving through the back. "Ugh, I gotta call the janitor now." She exited the hall.

Finally, I was alone in the lecture hall with my brother, surrounded by the bleach smell of fresh cum and sharp tangy musk of sex. Most of the tables and benches will need to be burned.

"You sick bastard!" I went up to my brother, and hugged him, then grabbed his head pushed him down, giving him a noogie. "You could've gotten me expelled!"

"Well, it looks like you were enjoying the show," Dean smirked, holding onto my erection through my shorts.

"You should be punished," I whispered in his ear. Dean inhaled sharply.

"And... how?" he was incorrigible, the horny slut. His pupils dilated rapidly.

"I could... bend you over this table," I forced his hulking frame over one of the tables, unbuttoning and pulling down his jeans. I spread his legs wide and enjoyed the view of his asshole, ready and wet for me.

"Oh, come on, baby bro," Dean was horny again!

"Not yet!" I said sharply. "First, I gotta... spank you!"

"Wha...?"

SMACK! The first slap was unexpected, and Dean jerked forward in surprise. He grunted as a red handprint appeared on his right butt cheek. I rubbed it tenderly.

"Oh! I... didn't expect that."

SMACK! SMACK! The next two spanks came quickly and unexpectedly as well, and I rubbed my palms over Dean's butt cheeks, both of which were now red and heating up. He moaned and called my name.

"Oh! JP! Oh... you're turning me on. Punish me! More! Please! Aaaaahhh!!" The fucker was insatiable.

I bent down next, and bit hard on his left buttock, and chewed on his hard muscle. I left a row of teeth marks. Dean groaned in lust with a lot of 'god yes's, 'fuck me's and 'don't stop's, and writhed around impatiently. I reached around under his crotch and felt his precum oozing from a hard cock. My god, Dean was a sex demon!

"You want my cock, Dean?" I pulled Dean's shoulders up roughly. Of course he was much stronger than I was, but he came up willingly.

"Yeah, fuck me," my brother panted. "I want your cock again."

I met his inviting lips in a bruising kiss, then nibbled around and stuck my tongue in roughly. Dean moaned and returned the tongue. I looked around for lube.

"Just... use whatever," Dean was almost breathless now. "I-I don't care, I need your cock NOW."

I bent down over one of the benches and scooped up a handful of cum. It was still warm and gooey, I pushed it into Dean's hole with a squelch, and rummaged around in his rectum. Finding his prostate, I pressed down on it. Dean screamed in lust and bucked back into my fingers.

I smiled. "Can't wait for my cock, huh, bro," it was my turn to smirk, then I slapped his butt again a few times, loudly. Dean jerked around under me and was reduced to unintelligible grunts. I grabbed my cock through my mesh shorts, which were wet and slippery with precum, then I had an idea. Taking the whole package -- shorts and cock -- I rammed it into Dean's hole. I was now fucking Dean through my shorts!

"Oh! What's that?" Dean turned back and saw what I had done. "That's so hot, bro! Yeah, I can feel your cock filling me up, and I can feel your shorts over it, it's so... rough! Urrrgh!! But smooth at the same time!" He gurgled a few more times and gave up trying to describe the sensation, and just rode it out as I plunged into his ready chute once more.

The air was filled with the sound of fucking, slapping, and grunting, as we rutted animalistically in the lecture hall. Dean reached down and jerked himself, shouting as he did so.

"Aahh! Oooohhh! My god! Bro you're hitting my nut! I'm gonna cum again!" Dean's scream reverberated around the spacious hall, his moans escalating in pitch as I fucked him harder and harder, The precum-filled shorts slid around my cock like a slippery condom, but it felt more sensuous. I was ready to cum.

SMACK! SMACK SMACK SMACK! I slapped Dean's butt hard, then screamed as I reached my climax and unloaded into my shorts, inside Dean's ass. "OOOH! UNGH!! AAAAAHHH!!" Dean gave a loud continuous grunt as he came again, his cum hitting the floor and making a mess. We rutted for several seconds, my cock squishing with the cum and shorts inside his hole.

"Oh... baby bro, that was the best," Dean moaned hoarsely as I pulled out. My shorts were stretched from the rough fucking, and torn in one or two places. It was soaked in cum, and more cum gushed out of Dean's ass. I bent down and felched it. Dean breathed in, held his breath, and pushed all of the cum onto my waiting tongue. I lapped and swallowed while Dean moaned from my tongue rimming him. I reached two fingers into his cummy hole and scooped everything up. "Ohmygawd, JP", Dean groaned. "I-I still wanna go again! I can't stop... my hole needs your cock!"

I smiled and licked up the last of the salty cum, then I stretched up on top of Dean and kissed him, sharing my cum between our mouths. Dean flipped over onto his back and licked into my mouth. My tongue reached out and attacked his, spreading cum around our tongues and scraping everywhere roughly.

"Hey! What's happening??" Suddenly a loud gruff male voice boomed in the hall. We looked up and saw the janitor coming in. Shit! I quickly got up and pulled Dean with me. He stuffed his still-hard cock into his jeans, not that it actually managed to cover his cock now, with new tears and rips around his crotch.

"I, ah... we ah... we're just leaving," I mumbled and pulled Dean after me. He stumbled a bit as he skidded on the cum on the floor, then ran for the door with me. We burst out of the lecture hall, with a litany of curses and the janitor's shouts of 'boys! Stupid boys!' behind us.

"Oh my gawd, that was close," Dean laughed, out of breath, as we slowed to a walk a few blocks away. He was still shirtless -- we had left my hoodie back in the hall -- and his body was sweaty and gleaming under the sun. His cutoffs were hanging uselessly off his waist now, soaked in cum, his cock flaccid and fully on display through the various rips in the crotch. My own shorts were ruined as well, caked in cum and ripped around the head of the penis.

"I need a rest now," I breathed. "You tired me out! I wished all my lectures were so interesting. I think I will die from having too much sex if you came and stayed with me the whole semester." We laughed and strolled back to the dorm, smelling of sweat and cum and covered in jizz from several guys. Dean gave me a hug and held me closer. We shared a leisurely kiss. The rest of the week was gonna be exciting!