My Brother is Curious

Cole was curious. I couldn’t quite place my finger on it, but then it struck me like a clap of thunder one night hanging around the house. Dad put me out no sooner than I got on with the union. Mom let me stop in on occasion to wash clothes. It was only fair seeing that my older brother Gavin got to do it all the time, and since I didn’t always have quarters for the machine in my apartment building, I thought the arrangement was just dandy. Because I was significantly older than my brother Cole, I never gave much thought to where he fitted into the family dynamic. Gavin was the perpetual screw up. I was the handsome blonde grease monkey. Cole kicked? Fought karate? Participated inkarate? No. Played ball?

Dad had some of his friends over for a cookout earlier in the day when I dropped by with a few loads of laundry. I hung around long enough to see what kind of leftovers I could nab for the coming weeks. I wasn’t lacking funds. I saw a couple of weeks before then that I was packing on a few extra pounds gobbling down too much of the salty stuff for lunch not to replace a few of those meals with some home-cooked ones. I was so caught up catching up with some of my old friends throwing back beers that I got behind washing clothes, meaning I had to wrap things up while everybody else headed off to bed.

I placed my little brother Cole in the same boat, him being college-bound in a few months and needing his rest after a strenuous season. Nope! Just like any eighteen-year-old wanting to prove his manhood, he just waited Mom and Dad out to come back around to greet me with a couple of rolled joints.

We sat on the back step, taking tokes and talking bullshit. I knew straight from the rip he’d handed me some cat piss. But he was so proud of his first lick I didn’t want to rob him of his joy. He started two sentences in talking about lacrosse and then veered off into girls. He would’ve been in Dandyland if he just kept it at his interest in them, like which girl he would love to talk to or things like that. No. Cole had to fuck himself up bragging about the girls he’d scored lately. This, too, would’ve been fine if he was telling the truth. A virgin got his tells, and my little brother wasn’t good about hiding his. I fought the urge to rag on him. I got that I was his big older brother living out on my own with a fresh pair of tits and ass moving through every two or three weeks or so, and he wanted to impress me.

Well, the beer got to me again: I needed to take a leak. Since it was just us guys out there, there was no point to head back inside when there was a bush in need of watering right there along the property line so late at night. I stood up and walked over there.

“Where are you going, Liam?”

I answered by unzipping, a sound that loudly cut through the quiet of the still night.

“Oh man! You’re crazy!” Cole giggled between hacking coughs.

“Crazy? Answering nature’s call, man?” I cocked my head briefly flashing him a quick smile before going about handling my business.

I had to think about it. Cole wasn’t part of my daily routine. How would he know where I worked that if I wanted to take a proper leak at the head it would take me forever to get back to the main building? Why when there was plenty of scrap metal and dirt and privacy for any man to peacefully do his thing?

Cole assumed I was doing it to be a badass, to prove a point in his square little world. Which was why I was slightly unfazed when he decided to join me getting his badassery on, too. The thing that got under my skin was when he thought it was cool for him to stand right up under me to do so.

I guess I deprived him by not going upside his head when we were younger, like Gavin used to do me, because my little brother obviously hadn’t learned the meaning of boundaries. I shouldn’t have to tell him no man wants another man right under him while he takes a piss. Even when it came to spraying contest there were ‘space’ rules. Then it hit me. Cole was curious. He wanted to check out my cock. He wanted to see where he fell in line with his big brother.

“Don’t get your feelings soured, kid. Neither Dad nor Gavin measures up!” I boasted.

Gavin and I shared a room before he went out into the streets. We saw everything most mornings without giving it a second thought. Gavin was smooth like a clean countertop, and I was the hairy blonde ape. I was coming out of the shower after forgetting my clothes when Dad caught me. He didn’t say anything then, but he went off on Mom later that night about fucking some hung blonde dude behind his back. Mom laughed off the silly notion. She told him if it made him feel swell he could have me tested because I was undoubtedly his son like the rest of my dark-haired brothers. When I confronted her about overhearing this, after Dad turned cold on me, she pulled me aside and told me to look at her father and brothers. They were all blonde and hairy, she said. They were hung, she added sharing stories of how they often chased each other naked around the house snapping wet towels.

I was looking for my little brother to get in his peek and politely move on, with a few lewd jokes sure to come down the pipe. My cock had been a source of fascination since girls started giggling at the bulge in my swim trunks to a few guys poking fun of my dick print through my sweats during those cold wintry months.

He did, or so I thought, when I caught Cole looking a little longer than I felt comfortable with. Not looking to be looking but looking to be looking. Yeah.

Then it hit me harder. My little bro was a little fucking fag!

I would be lying if I said I wasn’t taken aback a little. It wasn’t everyday epiphanies like that just fell into my lap! I’m sorry. Queer–queer! Given where we were from, queers were something over there, three towns over and such. Not here. And dare not even in our own family.

I shook the last drips from my cock to make sure. I didn’t want to put anything more than a persistent look on my little brother if it wasn’t true. I am quite big, after all. I could’ve done porn just showing up with a floppy. But Cole was so busy admiring my cock flapping around in my hand he didn’t even notice me not to lick his lips at it.

 

Oh my god! He’s such a fucking fag! Queer–queer, Liam! Queer!

I stuffed his new favorite look-see back into it package and zipped up, moving away from the bush back to the steps. Even though I wasn’t a fan of the cat piss wafting through the air, I needed a hit to take my mind off this discovery…and a beer…and to chase it down with Captain Morgan and a chubby coke. If Dad put me out over joining his ex-union, I can just imagine would he would do if he found out about the kid!

Cole came back with my drink on the rocks and sat back down, putting his cold hand on my shoulder to do so.

“That felt good!” He rattled off.

With my head spinning around like it had, I could’ve gone in a number of directions with that statement, instead I chose my words carefully, “Being my personal bartender? I know. I bet you like to make them stiff!”

Cole froze, like he’d been stripped bare.

 

A live nerve. I raised my glass. “The drink.”

“Oh yeah,” he chuckled fretfully. “I guess. I’m not much of a drinker. I’ve seen my friend Stephen mix a few at some parties to hope to be on the mark.”

I took a swallow. “You sure are. This Stephen guy teach you some other stuff?”

Cole was puzzled. Genuinely puzzled. “Like what?”

“Like how to talk to girls and stuff…since you’re such a little playboy and all.” I teased his earlier lie.

“Nah!” Cole shook his head.

“What? Not your type?” I slipped up, and then cleaned it up. “Not your style? Talking with the girls?”

“No.” Cole shook his head, staring out deep into the yard.

I took a toke and a sip. “So, tell me little brother, what felt so damn good? I can’t image you raving about fetching me an ice-cold drink.”

“No,” Cole raised his head. “Pissing…in the backyard…marking your territory and all.”

“I guess you’d be too young to remember when we used to go ‘camping.’ That’s what we used to call it back when we had the rolling home on the old homestead. It didn’t make sense to piss in the bucket in the toilet when we would have to take it out back and dump it anyway. Gavin and I took turns watering the evil briar bushes while Dad covered the big oak tree.”

As Cole laughed, I laughed, too. Not at old times but piecing together that if my little brother was a cocksucker then it also meant he liked cock. And the way the little pervert was eyeballing mine….

“Sounds like I missed out on some good times.” Cole sighed, groaning like he’d missed out on a golden opportunity.

“No, you didn’t. By the time you got old enough to remember anything, we were in a house with working indoor plumbing all the rave.” I rose to my feet.

“Going to check up on your clothes?”

“No,” I answered looking down at him with my thumbs in my pockets. “My last load is tumbling away in the dryer, but my first load is still tucked away in the heart of my pants!”

“Huh?” Cole jerked his head up.

“As Mom used to say, if you can ‘huh’ you can hear. The way you were staring at my cock out there I thought it was a point of interest to you. Balls are the heaviest when full.”

His mouth fell open. As it did, I started to wonder how I could peg my cock in it and how his tongue would feel dancing up and down across it.

“So you’re ready to admit it? You’re a fucking cocksucker?” I teased running my words and thoughts together.

“Huh?” Cole hyperventilated.

“Even with me and Gavin, we knew better than to be right up on one another when we drained the lizard. You were so eager to catch a look, maybe a feel, that you forgot the golden rule of fags like you. Be discreet! Then, too, do sick degenerate cocksuckers like you have any codes to live by? Other than suck one suck all!”

“Shut up!” Cole struck me in the leg.

“Make me…cocksucker!” My hand swatted his face.

“Shut up!” He jumped up and shouted.

“Cock-suck-er!” I stressed even louder. It was nothing for me to round up my half-dry clothes and go, but if Mom and Dad overheard us it might spell a hell of trouble for him.

Cole huffed, sitting back down in defeat.

I chuckled. “So it’s true?”

His face changed colors. Not like he was raging, but like he finally got caught and didn’t know what else to do.

I was left speechless savoring the moment, grabbing my crotch with both hands.

“Look,” I said breaking the silence. “I don’t give a damn. In fact, I think it’s pretty damn cool.”

“You do?” Cole looked bewildered.

“Yeah,” I smirked, looking at the normal color return to his face. “I never knew a cocksucker before. I always suspected Mr. Gibbons. He acts more like a bitch than most bitches, including the Grand Dame herself, his wife.”

Cole chuckled. I could tell he thought so, too.

“Man, if I had a cocksucker back in high school, I wouldn’t have been sweating bullets when Emily Johnson popped up pregnant right after prom. I would’ve been dropping baby batter down the throat or breaking my back dumping loads in their butts. I had a need and I heard they provide an excellent service.”

“Couldn’t you get one of your girlfriends to do that? I mean you’ve always had a girl, Liam.”

“I have a bunch of skanks that love The Humpmobile! When they’re looking for a big dick bad boy they come running with their pussies sopping. When they find out that junkyard monkeys carve out a pretty decent living, they want to say they’re knocked up and then either want me to pay to get rid of it or try to string me along for as long as they can. I had one rotten bitch produce a fake ultrasound before the gig is up. I say I’m tired of being put in that bind. What do you say?”

Cole stammered. “Wh-wha-wha-what?”

I spared him his trouble of confusion by lifting my shirt a couple of inches to expose my mat of blonde fur surging from my waistband. He couldn’t take his eyes off it, as I taunted him with his prize carefully tucked away safe.

“Most guys might be a little weirded out letting another guy play with his cock, but I say if you’re good at your skill blowing a wad is blowing a wad. Let the games begin!”

His hand curiously founds its way on my felt. Cole held it there for a long while before gently massaging the soft hairs in a circle. He was fascinated by the blonde forest that grew down there, I thought, since most hairy trails came in either black or brown according to an old fling. It became clear however he was scared of me, scared I might just flip on him after my proclamation.

“No harm no foul, see?” I held my shirt open.

Cole gulped. I pulled my shirt behind my head and ran my palms down my furry yellow chest across my firm abdomen behind my waistband to adjust my engorged cock beyond the leg cuff of my briefs.

I puffed in relief. “Cole, man, you just don’t know how much of a burden it is to deal with this big fucking thing all the time. It constantly needs maintenance, rearranging and draining. And I can’t ever seem to find a nice girl that just wants to do just that for me without wanting something else in return. You know what that’s like, don’t you? Look who I’m talking to? I’m sure an eye doctor like yourself know what it’s like to want and need to draw sap out of these burdensome things. You’ve probably worked your jaw endlessly to do so.”

Cole looked at my crotch inquisitively. His hands went for the button above my fly and stopped short of unzipping it. Cole was still waiting for the other shoe to drop although I was steadily giving him green lights.

“Girls always want a commitment,” I continued my spiel, laying it on thick. “Guys like you, you’re a special breed. You just want to help your brother in need. Tell you what, Cole. I see you’re down there sweating like a pig. Why don’t you come up a little and rub your wet face in my dry hair?”

Cole hesitated. He brought his face up to my crotch up to my navel and slowly pressed his face into it.

“Better?” I asked after he took a few swipes.

Cole mumbled.

“Cooled down, now, little bro? Got some of that sweat out of your brow? Can you see clearly? Can you think clearly?”

“Mmm,” he hummed.

His face went back and forth, back and forth. I grabbed his head and pushed it around to the sides where his sweat hadn’t pooled on me.

“See, not so bad. It’s nice and thick like a towel.”

“Yep,” Cole gulped, rubbing his face into my stomach rug.

“You like my scent? It’s all natural, you know? No colognes or body spray. It’s just me smelling like a hard day’s work.”

I let him savor and fantasize for a little awhile with soft steady groans cooing from his throat.

“Cole, if I didn’t know any better, I would think you really get off on my scent, my manly scent. I guess if you were really a cock-lover you’d pull down my pants and get a real taste of what you’ve been hankering for.”

Those big saucer eyes looked up at me and protested in the dark. “I’m not a cocksucker, Liam.”

“You’re not?” I stopped short.

“I mean I never sucked one. I’ve seen some movies on my computer where some guys have, though I’ve thought about it. I don’t think I’m quite ready just yet.”

Cole was more than ready. I could see that much in his eyes. And the fact that I was his blood wasn’t even an obstacle, either. He feared indulging his fancy was going to officially brand him for the cocksucker he knew he was to be.”

“That’s fine.” I offered to his amazement.

“It is?!”

“Sure!” I comforted, unzipping my pants. “Don’t you still have two good hands?”

Cole stopped from pulling away. I guess his next fear was that I was going to catch him and force him down my cock.

I chuckled, looking at him looking scared shitless. If we were alone in my apartment, I might’ve considered it since I’ve heard so many cocksuckers like it rough, as their way to ease their sinful guilt. And with me having no prior experience to test out that theory, I was a little curious to find out. But I believed my little brother when he said he was new to this, and I serious believed with this little exchange of ours playing out I was planting the seed in his head of being his first.

 

Go slow, I quickly reminded myself. I could mold him to do everything I want him to do later or lose him to the next couple of guys that came along later.

I whipped out my cock nice and slow. It wasn’t hard, but it was fat and filled waiting for the cue to get erect.

I was looking for Cole to be salivating. His mouth dried up instead. He looked scared all over like he’d seen a ghost. Soon, I saw why. If I were him, I would’ve been a little scared too seeing what I saw. Now, I’ve admired some racy cartoons mocking a girl taking a cock so big that it was in her stomach. I was big, but I never told anyone in my life I was that big. But even flaccid, I could’ve lodged it halfway down his windpipe with no problem, granted if he was a deep throat expert.

“Hey now,” I mouthed sweetly to him, cupping his face swelling with tears. “Two hands, remember?”

He snapped back. I grinned.

 

He was gladly going to warm up to taking more soon enough!

I started jacking off, teasingly slapping his face with my meat.

“I’m just teasing.” I reminded him through the thumps, though I think he was getting off on it just as much as I was with the silly laugh he let out.

Once I stopped, Cole looked up making sure this wasn’t a game.

“I don’t play with my cock, man…especially when it’s like this!” It jumped.

“I don’t know, Liam.” Cole spoke softly, looking up once more, slowly reaching up for it.

“I don’t know what you’re worried about. I got more to lose than you. I let my little fag of a brother blow me off.”

“Handjob.” Cole corrected.

I chuckled, for now. “Same difference as long as you get me off.”

He balled his fists. And with his hand closest to my cock, he unfurled his fingers and let them drum on top of my shaft.

As quick as they fell he pulled them away, as if he’d accidentally burned them on a hot stove.

I started to gather my words and tell him he couldn’t un-touch my cock or something along those lines. I didn’t get a chance to open my mouth. His curious eyes never parted from its deep trance. It took me a minute to get it, but I got it. He was treating my cock like a strange dog, once he was unsure was safe for petting or not.

“Go on.” I pushed.

“You promise you won’t tell anybody?”

“Tell ’em what? That I sprayed the bush with my mighty hose?”

He looked up at me cautiously, looking for the sincerity in my face, I guess. When he found it (or whatever he was looking for), his fingers drummed the top of my cock once more. This time he didn’t jump back. This time my cock jumped and twitched at his thumb pad stroking its underside near the slick tip.

“It’s soft and thick like a bike tire.” Cole giggled, lightly wrapping his hand around my enormous thing fully stiff.

“Yeah, the cock gods took a shine to me there.” I pumped his hand.

“I see…big bro!” Cole agreed with an eager smile.

Cole took his other hand and wrapped it around my cock, too. It looked quite cool in his hands, holding it like a burrito, especially the way the fat mushroom head jutted out from his grasp near his lips.

“Looks like you and my big fucker are taking a shine to each other.” I smirked, looking for the nasty satisfaction he might just dare to kiss the tip just once. He didn’t even have to put it in his mouth just put his mouth on it!

He wasn’t giving in, so I motioned him to hand me my drink next to him.

Though it was clear he didn’t want to let go, his lesser hand dropped from my cock to quickly retrieve my drink, shaking every bit of its condensation onto my cock sending a chill up my spine.

“You know what’s even better?” I hissed through my teeth through the icy cold surging through me.

“What’s that?” Cole shook with a lesser chill.

“That you can take as long as you like to play with this sucker.”

“Oh,” Cole murmured.

“Just enjoy yourself, man…assuming this is your first time playing with another cock?”

Transfixed, Cole nodded. “Yes. Yes siree, sir. I will!”

From the offset, it was quite apparent this entirely new territory for him. It was easy to assess that unlike when I played with my own cock, he like to beat his off dry with no lube. He wasn’t trying to do me like he did himself, because deep down he knew his technique was flawed, but he was being ultra careful so this didn’t become a once in a lifetime opportunity for him.

“Go ahead! Jack it like there’s a warm creamy prize waiting for you at the end.” I winked. I knew how to stop him if he got out of hand.

Cole picked up the pace a little but not by much. He was improving, but the rate he was going I was lucky if I got off two days from tomorrow.

“I’m sorry, man. It just feels so different.” Cole stalled.

To my frustration, I let him do it his way. Sure, he didn’t know what he was doing and after awhile I was unsure if he was just testing my limits as the ultimate cocktease. Then, like magic, his hands started vigorously sliding up and down my shaft hardening it again.

“That’s it, Cole. Play with that big dick!” I groaned after he’d come into his own.

“That feels good? Huh? Bro?” He said knowingly.

I almost slapped him off for getting so cocky, but I ignored it since he was slowly proving his worth as a cock-kneeder.

“Yeah. Yeah, man, it does.” I gulped. I was far from unloading but we were definitely moving in the right direction.

Cole could’ve kept on doing what he was doing and been fine. Obviously, he was eager to try a little something of everything with my cock, even going so far to abandon the shaft to molest my balls, fondling them, etching me to coo with delight.

It felt good. It felt damn good. I was just afraid of telling him to stop as I was telling him I liked it, that he’d come a long way from where he started.

I started to get loud without knowing it at this sensation, and he went back to work on my shaft. He then got smart and found a way to use one hand on my shaft and the other one on my balls before I was riding this incredible feeling, like my body needed to sneeze but couldn’t quite get that achoo! out.

“Keep on! Keep on!” I grunted, biting my cheeks so I didn’t howl waking up our parents.

I shuttered.

“Oh fuck!” I jerked my head up and blew my wad.

I shot out a few aching ribbons before I brought my head back down. Cole was still stroking my strong-on and another ribbon flew onto his shoulder.

“Fuck!” I screeched through gritted teeth. I took a deep breath, and then pulled his hand away. “Let me come down a bit.”

Cole first appeared quite disappointed, like he did something wrong. Then that disappointment turned into pride when I explained to him that he didn’t do anything wrong, just avoiding sensory overload, that’s all.

As I was catching my breath, my hand just happened to come across my furry stomach wet from the sticky load I shot.

“Damn. Incredible.” I chuckled, kicking myself hard for not getting one of these queers before now. The fun and training I could’ve had back when I was truly rough and rugged and didn’t give a shit. “You had me going there for a second. I didn’t think you were cut out for the job!”

“I did good?”

“Excellente!” I commended. “It would’ve been pretty hot after you got me off if you’d licked the tip like some slut, but good things come in due time.”

I didn’t trust myself to get on the road after the drinking and smoking I had done, so I followed Cole up to his room and crashed in his bed.

The next morning, I woke up with some crazy morning wood. It was no different than any other morning except last night vividly replayed in my mind. I swore I was back at home, in my apartment, in my own bed. I was this close from looking for the lube to rub one out when I heard a faint snore from across the room. It was my little brother in his gaming chair. I guess after I fell asleep, Cole had to take care of himself as I was quite familiar with the website with the white background known for its porn. Though there was enough room for the two of us in his bed, he made a wise decision to stay over there. The way my cock was throbbing I would roll over and fucked the living daylights out of him, virgin or not, and I’m sure it would’ve caused quite a commotion with both our parents looking on.

I must’ve fell back asleep because when I opened my eyes again, there he was stirring from sleep looking directly at my cock. “Best position.” I said for his benefit, like he didn’t already know what I was talking about. Lying down like I was meant he had the upper hand.

He got up from his chair and walked over towards the door to make sure it was locked. Cole then crawled into the bed alongside me, fancying my haired chest. There was no need to bring up last night. It had passed. Today was new and open to a different adventure.

As close as he was, tucked under my arm, I silently debated if I was going to let him kiss me or not. I wasn’t entirely thrilled with the idea, since I wasn’t much of a romantic, but I could see how either refusing or accepting him could work in my favor. There was no need for me to even think along those lines when he got up and moved between my legs. He looked up at me and kissed the tip of my erection. He kissed it several times more, down the shaft, and licked handsomely around my balls.

“Man!” I hissed at the cooling sensation of warm spit drying.

The way he came back up on my cock in one long lick, I thought he was ready to give me the blowjob I knew he could. He fooled me, but in an acceptable way. In due time, I had to remind myself once more. He grabbed some strawberry lube and started jacking me off with such vigor it was like I had taken matters into my own hands. Firm, hard, fast strokes sprinkled with some slow ones to get me to grumble.

“Shit!” I hissed, turning my head into the pillow.  I didn’t want to disturb the rest of the house with my lustful noise.

My cock swelled in his busy hand, coercing me to violently turn my head from side-to-side bracing for what was to come. I grunted, and then I heaved in agony as this load erupted out of me pelting my chest like a downpour and sluiced my furry belly like there was nothing to me but ball juice.

“Goddamn!” I cried under breath, collapsing out of pure exhaustion.

Still panting, I looked down after I was able to get my head together somewhat. Cole was busy stroking me, but eased up considerably on his speed, almost to nil. It was as if he was waiting for me to give him my undivided attention. I soon figured out he was. He took one long lick of my creamed cock and soulfully took his lips to it leaky tip and asked, “Is this slutty enough for you, big bro?”

The twenty-one questions my little brother and I were greeted with over a brunch the day after I spent the night cautioned me not to make that mistake again. I’m quite sure that while our folks didn’t have a clue to what happened they were certain something was going on and they didn’t like it. So, I kept my distance, vowing to circle back around when it was time to wash another load. However, I wasn’t terribly surprised to find Cole at my doorstep a few days later after my shift. He didn’t say much, and I didn’t either unlocking the door. Once we entered, he had a world of apologies to offer for not talking to me for the past couple of days. First, it was the shock of him dealing with everything that happened (and jacking off like a madman over it), followed by the next day where he was exhausted from the day before.

I didn’t think much of it. I was horny and he was there. I stripped off my pants and sat back on the couch. My legs were spread wide. He knew what to do.

He used both his hands and his mouth, and though he hardly budged more than an inch passed the head with his mouth he worked eagerly to get the job done. And so, he did.

For about three weeks, my cock became my little brother’s new religion. He worshiped at its altar daily, sometimes twice. Everyday he grew a little more in skill going from mostly using his hands to get me off to no hands at all, from me pumping a steamy load right onto his face to swallowing the hot cream whole without his taste buds overlooking a single drop.

“C’mon, Cole, don’t act like such a fucking pansy!”

I grabbed his head and pumped his sweet face vigorously. I’d gripped his head several times before, but this was something new. Before it was just man and his queer brother cocksucker, today it was alpha versus fag. The louder he gagged on my enormous cock the more I enjoyed doing what I just discovered I loved. And though Cole protested to the harsh treatment, I knew deep down he was enjoying himself, too.

We had been missing each other for the past few days, as the hiccups in our routine were expected. As I mentioned before, Cole was in his senior year of high school and in the final stretch. So, for him, between blowjobs, it was getting ready for his last round of tests and then taking them. Getting ready for prom and then going along with getting ready for graduation, graduation itself, and the parties that followed. He did stop by one night after one of these parties looking for some cock, begging to do a lot more than the usual required with one of these little bottles in hand, saying it was going to make it easier on his hole. The way he molested my cock and danced his butt around it, I thought about it. But he was plastered, and I left him be. I don’t do drunken bitches.

Of course, we hooked up in those times in between. When we were back together it was like we never skipped a beat. But it was in those times he wasn’t around I missed him so, with my balls aching to dump its daily load. Once a guy blows you off, girls aren’t much of a great substitute. They’ll go through the motion, but as they say, it’s the motion in the ocean. I got so desperate at one point I tried hooking up with other guys after finding out there’s a market for gay guys to cater to straight guys like me. When it came to technique, those cocksuckers were excellent at extracting a nut. Even still, there was always this sinking feeling I was just a customer in line, and they were backlogged to get through their quota for the day.

This might’ve been right up my alley if I didn’t already have a personal cocksucker in my little brother Cole.

I was just about to reach for my phone to put myself on the list when I happened to take a piss and looked over at my filled hamper. It was time to wash some clothes again. I rounded up my dirty clothes and headed over to my parents, started a load only to find Cole was home alone. And with the parents away at work, the two of us began our play.

“Fuck!” I growled dumping my load into his mouth with closed eyes.

He gurgled and choked while I held him steady shooting ropes upon ropes into his warm opening.

“Ahhh!” I sighed, pulling his head away from my cock by its hairs.

When I went to open my eyes from this comedown, I saw him cowering against the wall next to his desk wiping his mouth with his arm coughing.

“Fuck! What is wrong with you?!” Cole cried with tears flowing from his eyes.

If he was looking for me to feel guilty, he was barking up the wrong tree. He was a cocksucker after all, and I had gone through a few already to know I was nowhere near as rough as I should’ve been with him, treating him like another chick instead of my queer cocksucking brother.

My instinct was to apologize, seeing my little brother curled up on the ground like that. I fought my instincts, and shouted, swinging my dick in my hand, “You got what you wanted, didn’t you? Didn’t you?!”

Cole looked at me scared and I got scared that I had scared him out of this little arrangement of ours. I was this close to apologizing before I saw a sinister grin flash over his face. He concealed it well once he let the cat out of the bag, but by then my cock was itching for another dumping.

“Come and get some more, motherfucker.” I growled stepping at him barefoot.

I snatched the back of his head and fed him my cock once more. He pretended to put up a good fight, but he opened his mouth to wide and accepted it for me to know it was just an act.

“Please!” Cole hummed on my cock.

I pumped a few more pumps and to my own surprise I pulled out.

“Tell you what. The washer stopped downstairs. I’m going to go and change out the loads and when I come back I want you to be leaning up against the bed ready to service my cock without complaint. You hear?”

I didn’t turn to look at him or retrieve my clothes. I just walked out of the room and did what I said I was going to do.

Though I’d traveled those steps a thousand times over in my life, walking back up those steps was the longest walk of my life. I thought I had overplayed my hand and thought I would find the door closed. I smirked when I saw it ajar and delighted when I saw him leaning against the bed waiting on me with lustful eyes.

It didn’t take long for me to lodge my cock back down his throat. This time it was as if his jaw came unhinged just to cater to it, listening to him gasp and gag on my cock with globs of spit running out of his chin.

“Slut!” I rubbed the top of his head.

Cole seemed proud of this, working hard to hold his breath for as long as he could and to breathe around my cock when I got lost in its pleasures and forgot it wasn’t a proper hole.

When he proved his worth, his endurance, I put him on his back on the bed where his head hung over the edge and pumped his mouth that way. At first, he made sure to keep his hand in the way acting as a barrier between me fucking his mouth and me deep-dicking it. I guess his hand got tired or his arm got tired in that bent position because I wasn’t even aware I had gone balls deep until I heard him gurgle and felt a deluge of spit come back on me soaking my cock from the root to the tip with an abundance of it dripping and sticking to the underside of my sac.

My foot was on his arm fucking his throat. Spit upon spit kept on washing over my dick and his gagging, the way his mouth was popping, was driving me closer and closer over to the edge. Sometimes he would erupt with spit and I wouldn’t think anything of it. Then I would feel some air around my cock, knowing he’d open his mouth around me just a little bit more.

He had one too many soothing gags in him before I ultimately lost it, losing my second load with my cock plugged deep into his throat. If I thought Cole gagged before, he was choking by then as I was lost in this bottomless trance while my balls kept pumping and pumping its satisfying nut.

When I no longer felt him swallow my load and it all came back on me like warm potato soup, I snapped out of it rushing to get off of him. When I did, I was in for a huge surprise!

“Damn!” I snapped.

His whole entire face was covered in spit and cum so well mix that there was no difference between either. His face was glazed, thick in clumps and thin in other places, but certainly well covered with streaks in his hair cutting its way down to the floor.

I wouldn’t say it looked totally disgusting as it looked unreal. As if several guys came together and left their loads right there in one place.

I didn’t know what to do honestly. I felt great getting that demon load out of me, but I started to question at what cost. I had sprayed some loads in some faces and garnered up a nice bit of spit from them in my day. Never to this proportion, though. This was new.

“Oh man, I’m sorry.” I confessed, even as he was sitting up at these huge bubbles pouring over his eyelids. “Your mouth was feeling so good I couldn’t stop. It was like I needed you like that. Man!”

I ran my hand over my head. Even though he was still alive and well, I was carrying on like I had killed him. My guilt intensified as he rested on his hands letting the white and translucent blob pour over him like a shower. I wanted to scream at him to say something. My words were stuck in my throat, so I had none.

His look of repulsion fitted him before he cracked a smile, tossed his head back, and cackled in delight.

“Slut!” I smirked and then joined in with him, tossing one of his shirts on his chair into his face to clean up.

A wash load later, my cock was back up again still turned on by what just gone down. I needed to fuck his face again. This time it was simple and clean. Though, in my defense, I was a little tired and I didn’t have much to give after my third spent.

We spent most of the summer trying to recreate the magic of that day. We came close several times over, but it just wasn’t the same. At first, I thought we were trying too hard. I then came to the brilliant conclusion it didn’t look nearly as appeasing as it did the very first time. That was because then it was unexpected; it came out of nowhere. I wasn’t sure what I had done, how he felt, or even if he was okay or not silently covered in a sheet of spit. As practice made perfect, my little bro learned the art of deep-throating and his hard-work looked like an awful mess we had to clean up after the fact. Especially having to wipe down his face with one of my towels back at my apartment and knowing it might be a while before I made my way back to my parent’s place again to wash it. I got so disgusted with the growing pile I just started throwing them out and picking up a weekly stack at the dollar store.

Having to come up with a new excuse every time Gavin noticed another towel in the trashcan whenever he came home from work became quite fun. I was just coming up with dumb stuff that absolutely made no sense whatsoever, but he bought it happily. Like, I dropped the towel on the floor and accidentally stepped on it or I sat on it naked and passed gas on it. When I finally ran out of the craziest excuses I could, I told him my new girl was a squirter and I didn’t feel like changing the sheets afterwards. Like all other excuses I’d given Gavin, that answer suited him fine just the same.

Why did I have to answer to Gavin? That very same summer my older brother came to live with me. He had somewhat gotten back on his feet but needed a place closer to his job. I would’ve told my bastard brother to bug off when he suggested we become roomies. Then he went and sweetened the deal: split the expenses down the middle with an additional $300 in my pocket. Who was I to refuse? Especially when he mostly was out of my hair working the graveyard shift.

Things were hunky-dory. I was getting a load off daily and able to workout and get a good night’s sleep afterwards. One day I asked Cole to spend the night, with thoughts of waking up to him giving me a blowjob in the morning just before our other brother made it through the door. He told me he couldn’t. He and Mom had plans to go shopping before he headed off to college. I shouldn’t have been surprised, but sadly I was. Cole hadn’t said a thing. Then, too, Cole and I didn’t do much talking since the only thing he moved his mouth around was my cock and nothing much really needed to be said.

Nine days, I counted.

By then, I was heavily determined to give my little brother one more memorable experience before he left for college. Originally, it had crossed my mind to tease him up to the very last minute and have him pant through an entire semester itching to get back home once he got a break from school. Then I realized it might be too late and his cherry too far gone, growing realistic that my little brother was a huge slut for cock. I could easily see him being the prime contender as a cumdump for a frat house. And after seeing the clip of some frat boys piling onto a butt boy like he was the last fuckable thing on earth, I knew Cole was the kind of guy game for all cummers.

Hey, we’d done everything else thus far. Why not be the first to send him on his whorish way in that too?

What was left was how to go about introducing it. With girls, it was about taking things to the next level and avoiding pregnancy. With Cole, he seemed so content with giving out blowjobs. I didn’t want to frighten him off. Not that it was so much of a concern as it was me wanting to pork him.  

I wasn’t a fag like him. I just like getting my rocks off with no complaints or whining about it being anything more after the fact.

Then the week before Cole was to have left, it was like he read my mind. He started sucking my dick and at the same time started coming out of his clothes. He was no stranger to this. He’d gotten long gotten over his embarrassment of getting hard while sucking me off and needed to be as comfortable as possible when he did. This was different, though. He kept on sticking his ass out behind him, rolling it in the air on occasion. It was supposed to have been sexy, but it made me laugh reminding me of the episode of The Simpsons when Principal Skinner’s ass taunted Bart and his sling shot. I took the hint immediately. I didn’t act on it until my dick was fully covered in spit. Once it was, and he was busy doing his job on my balls, my fingers busied themselves down his back, making their way down his crack to find a slippery slope of lube at its center.

“Keep it ready when you come over from now on.” I barked.

I rubbed around his hole the day after that. I didn’t go any further.

The next day he had some errands to run. The day after, I had some of my own to tend to.

I was looking forward to the day after that seeing I had clothes to wash. It was looking like he and I would be home alone together. I had everything lined up, and then Gavin decided he wanted to join me in going over there to wash clothes, too.

“Dammit!” I cursed under breath loading the last of my dirty clothes into my trunk.

We drove separately. And I was angry all the way over there, trying to find my next window of opportunity to do this before Cole left for school.

Then as I pulled into my parent’s driveway ready to go off on the next person that said anything to me, Gavin pulled up blocking the driveway. He said our parents only had that one washer and dryer and it didn’t make any sense for him to hang around while I washed my clothes since it wasn’t likely I was going to hang around while he washed his.

And like that, he left.

After I brought in the last of my dirty clothes, I couldn’t stop rubbing my hands together or turn off my evil grin. I had to stop short of ripping off my clothes when I heard him run around up there after I announced I was alone downstairs.

For a minute there, I thought he was coming down. But after I hopped up the stairs and saw his bedroom door wide open with him standing there in his t-shirt with the most excitedly-scared look scattered across his face, I was at a loss for words.

“Nervous?” I stepped up in his face.

“Yeah,” he exhaled in a nod.

I grabbed the back of his neck and kissed him, hoping it would ease his fears. I doubt it was the first time I ever kissed him, but it was so rare it was definitely within a handful with a finger or two to spare.

His face was flushed. His cock was transparently pink.

I didn’t even notice he didn’t have on any underwear until it started to swordfight my outer thigh.

“Jacking off?” I curled his tip.

“Sort of,” his face reddened even more with a butt plug visible on his desk. “I hadn’t been able to get it in me. But it feels so damn good teasing my taint and up against my hole when I come.”

Cole was looking for me to respond. I just peeled off his shirt.

There was nothing left to say. I was going to certainly get it inside of him. I came over here today to do just that!

Once I got his shirt off, he took of my clothes too starting with my shirt and undershirt before moving his hands over to my belt as I stepped out of my shoes. Even though I had a game plan, I was going to let him show me what he wanted and how he wanted. Little bro didn’t disappoint dropping down to his knees and shucking my pants down my legs. Naturally, I thought he was heading for my briefs. Instead, he thoughtfully reached down and peeled off my socks. I thought he was going to leave them near my feet or near my shoes, but he tossed them underneath his desk. I started to ask questions. But he smiled an eager smile and went for my cock, and I no longer cared.

Usually, Cole savored it going slow and working up his tempo. Today, he just went for it full throttle, sucking it like the master pro cocksucker he’d come to be.

He got it nice and wet and raring to go when I pushed him off and motioned him onto the bed.

Cole was a little confused. He wasn’t sure if he should sit on the bed and role up or if he should get into the bed and go face down. I fell onto my knees and lifted his legs, rolling him onto his back. I gave his hole a few licks of my intent to his delight before I got back up and motioned him again to get deeper in the bed.

“Bring that ass up.” I said, trying my best to sound indifferent.

But I was far from indifferent. It was strange, standing there in full view of his naked keister for the very first time. And of all the emotions to come to me in that moment, fury bubbled to the top. It wasn’t because it was a man’s ass or my brother’s ass that got to me. I was mad at myself, cursing mad without the verbal expression. His butt was so smooth and shapely against his toned thighs it was nothing short of invitingly beautiful. And there I was kicking myself for not going for his cherry shortly after he first put his mouth on my cock so many months earlier.

I smacked his ass. It had little give. I smacked it again and once more taking a sadistic delight to see such perfect redden under my callused palm. If I wasn’t quite pleased with him whimpering softly in the crook of his arm, my cock certain was as it raged looking at his puckered rosebud coming into bloom.

“Oh shit,” I growled at this newest sensation.

As if I was lost in a daze, my hips were pushed forward. My eager cock rested on the rim of his hole feeling every ridge and every wrinkle. The cock devil in me wanted me to push in and have my way with him, but I pulled my raging cock away knowing the moment was soon to come.

I parted his cheeks and dove right in instead. Licking and fingering his hole until Cole was lost in delirium, mumbling his thanks, and cursing his lust god. I brought him back from the brink every time taking another swat of his ass, having him make a little fuss every time.

“Liam!” He mouthed, taking a deep breath. Almost as if he was swallowing it.

I kept right on.

“I’m such a fucking whore.” Cole growled biting to his arm.

Even though I was new to man ass, I knew enough to know his cherry was still intact. So, I teased, “Are you?”

“No,” Cole conceded. “I just want to get fucked so badly! I’ve never been fucked before. You know that!”

“I know.” I busied on.

“Apart of me want you to have you way with me…and…and…Oh god! Liam!…Liam!”

His thoughts stayed choked in his throat. When I saw he was falling deeper and deeper into a rabbit hole just like my tongue was falling into his, I spanked him back to his senses, and asked, “Liam, what?”

Cole came back to, whimpering and moaning. And then, like he had a demon of his own on his hands, he started throwing his rear back in my face like it was the bull and I was the cowboy trying to stay on. His ass might’ve been strong, but I worked with my hands, holding it steady to show him who was really in control.

“I…I…I…,” Cole trailed off into his frenzy.

I knew what he wanted to say. Aside from being brothers, going at it as long as we had I knew apart of him wanted me to fuck him silly and another part of him wanted me to go slow since he was a virgin.

I respected both sides of his feeling and was going to split it down the middle, if my cock allowed it. My cock wasn’t interested in making love to my little brother. Its only aim was to get inside his chute and make us both feel great.

His breathing changed after I pushed my cock onto his butt. He winced and pulled away every time it made direct contact with his rosebud. I would have to fetch him back by his waist with my cock sliding under it and my pubes pressed firmly against it.

“Whore!” I mocked.

“Please,” he begged, bringing his head up and pushing his butt down the top of my shaft.

I knew he was ready. I grabbed his hips and slammed back into my crotch over and over again knocking the nervousness out of his lungs.

I pushed him forward and away from me asking him where he kept the baby oil gel. I’d given him a few dollars to buy some so he never again had to dry hand it. I saw it before he told me where it was on the desk next to his computer.

I slathered my dick with a couple of pumps and came back around to slather his hole just the same, fingering it deep to make sure it stayed nice and slick. He took a masochist joy to my rough fingers, reminding me of the queer cocksucker I’d come to learn.

“You ready?” I asked out of courtesy.

Cole shook his head with his hands pressed into the bed. “I want to look up at you when you enter me, you know.”

I flipped him over.

I think to his disenchantment he got what he wanted, but not the way he thought he was going to get it. I rolled him onto his back and drilled my cock into him down to the hilt. That wasn’t entirely my intent. I knew I was going to give it to him rough, to make my impression, but just the tip. I was going to let him invite me further in. But with the lube being so slick and fingered him so deeply with it, I couldn’t stop my big dick from invading his tight chute in one smooth swoop like slip-and-slide.

I couldn’t pump him right way. Cole twisted and squirmed as I crawled right on top of him to his howl. I could’ve worked through his flailing since his wrath seemed to be more with the air around me than with me, but he was so tight I couldn’t move without daring to explode inside of him right then and there. If this was how it was going to be I wanted out, I thought. Then his inner workings finally started to take its cue and I began to feel both rings give up and give in.

“Fuck!” I withdrew a little and tested his give. “Oh hell yeah!”

I guess where the tension left him in his rectum redistributed itself throughout the rest of his body. The more comfortable I grew thrusting into him the more his body became stiff underneath me. He was hurting but his eyes were sure to let me know he wanted it.

I struggled sincerely between pumping his hole and easing him into it after such a coarse start. Then it was like something in him gave way and he started gasping and trembling and he reluctantly gave into whoredom holding onto me tight, giving me permission to use him as I saw fit.

“Oh god, you’re big!” Cole gasped.

I got my mouth next to his ear, and just like anybody else that ever told me that, I whispered in his ear, “I know, baby bro. I know.”

Cole strangled between moans and groans and curses; from begging me to stop to don’t stop with these wild shrills that made him sound more like a sissy than I ever knew he could.

“That’s the sound I like to hear!” I said to another one of those shrills.

I got scared because no sooner than he did, his body collapsed.

Once I saw he was still among the living, I pulled him up on top of me. He rode my cock with a torrent rain of sweat pelting on top of me with globs of his come dribbling down his groin. When it was clear Cole was too exhausted to handle the lead anymore, I rolled him onto his side and rolled him onto his belly fucking him in those positions.

My balls ached to be relieved, but I wasn’t ready. I thought it was because I couldn’t get enough of this virgin whore I called my brother. And while was certainly true, my little brother’s words kept ringing in my ear: I want to look up at you when you enter me.

I was riding his ass to kingdom come when I felt my balls stir. I flipped him on his back and where my head was in his neck I brought it up to his face.

“You ready?” I asked. “I’m about to flood you out.”

Cole looked so far gone, he didn’t say anything. He went from biting his lips to parting them with a warm gulp of air escaping followed by an inevitable groan.

“Liam!” He finally murmured.

In spite of all the screaming and hollering he had done to take me over the edge, it was that lone mutter that caused my balls to stir and my load to churn into him in rapid fire succession.  

“Fuck!” I collapsed.

I kissed his neck and he rubbed the back of my head. Even though I couldn’t see his face, I felt his smile warm next to me. If heaven was on earth, then this was it.

I was about halfway sleep when I sensed his mood change.

He didn’t move or say anything, strangely. It was just him going stiff.

Something told me to turn my head right before I felt his fingers drum the back of my head. When I did, there was our brother Gavin standing in the doorway staring.

Had it been anyone else or even another scenario, I probably would’ve pushed off of Cole and fled. There was no need. I didn’t live at home and Cole was on his way to college, so even if Gavin found the nerve to tell our parents who was going to be around to suffer the consequences?

After I got out of my own head about being watched, I noticed that Gavin didn’t look like he was bothered. I laughed, pulling out off Cole with my cock fat and filled and coated in come. I said nothing as I walked by our eldest brother on my way downstairs to check on my clothes.

“Just remember,” I said softly to Gavin after I got three steps down. “You’re helping yourself to my sloppy seconds!”

I hadn’t even gotten down to the last step before I heard a belt and some pants hit the floor. Gavin and Cole started arguing. Cole told him he was sore. He’d just lost his virginity and needed time to recover before taking on any new takers. Gavin reminded Cole there wasn’t much time with him heading off to school in a few days and a fag like him needed all the practice he could get before the horny college boys got to him.

Once I got that my clothes were in the dryer, I held back for a few minutes to let their scene play out before tiptoeing back up the stairs. Gavin was standing at the edge of the bed with Cole sitting up giving him a decent blowjob when I got to the door.

“Don’t think if you suck me off that I can’t recover quick enough to fuck your ass silly. Shit like that just only makes my cock lasts longer!”