My younger brother, Cody, was eighteen, a senior in high school, before I found out he was gay. I was twenty-one, a junior in college. I came home for Easter break a day early. I don't know how he didn't hear me drive up or let myself in the house and I guess he was too preoccupied to hear me come up the stairs. The door to our room--his room now--was standing open and there was Cody lying naked on the bottom bunk with feet hooked in the slats of the upper bunk so he was lifted up off the bed, and he was pounding his meat like there was no tomorrow. He was gazing straight up at what I knew was a porn magazine and I was in the room for several seconds before he realized he wasn't alone.
"Justin!" he gasped as he brought his feet down and grabbed at the sheet to cover himself.
"Geezuss, don't panic. I've seen you naked before."
"You're not supposed to be here till tomorrow."
"I got away early," I said. "But hold that thought....Mom or Dad could come home early too. What're you looking at?" I reached under the top bunk for the magazine I knew was there.
"Come on, is it one of my old ones?" We wrestled briefly for the magazine but I won out. I jerked the magazine out of his hand while he grabbed up some pictures that fell out of the slats. I got the shock of my life. It wasn't one of my old magazines. One of mine would've shown some gorgeous, tanned babe riding a big thick cock or having a good looking stud lapping at her pussy. This was none of that. On the left side there was a good looking stud lapping at another guy's asshole. On the other page, he had the guy's cock in his mouth.
"I told you not to," he said.
I tossed the magazine up on the top bunk. "What're the pictures that fell out?" He turned over to try to stuff the pictures down the side of the mattress but I was all over him, grappling to get them away from him. And got the second shock of my life. They were pictures of me!
"Geezuss, Cody," I said again.
"Stop saying Geezuss, Cody."
One was a picture of me in my tux, for senior prom. Another was me in my Speedo at the pool where I was a life guard my last summer before college. There were two more reproduced from pictures from the sports page of the local newspaper at a wrestling match. Cody reached for the pictures but I held them back.
"Dude, I am totally flattered that you're jerking off to pictures of me, but when did this happen? When did you turn gay on me?"
"I can't believe you're asking me that. You're in your third year of college for chrissakes. You should know that gay isn't something you turn off and on."
"I mean, how long have you known?"
"I faced it, admitted it to myself, around eighth grade."
"Wow, and you kept it from me all that time. Do Mom and Dad know?"
"No! And you can't tell them."
"I would never do that."
"I don't know how to tell them."
"They're not dumb. They probably already know and are just waiting for you to bring it up. Mom, at least. Dad's probably clueless. But Mom has a way about her."
"How do you think Dad would take it?"
"In stride, like he does everything else."
"You don't think he would get mad and disown me?"
"Get real, Cody. He would be surprised as fuck and he might be disappointed at first, but you probably wouldn't even know it."
"Well, you might as well know, I have decided to come out, but not to them," he said.
"It's probably better that you come out to your friends first," I said. "That's good practice for coming out to Mom and Dad."
"Not to my friends. Most of them--those that count--already know. I'm going public. I'm going to the gay pride rally on Saturday."
"No, Cody, that's not a good idea. They just flaunt it at those things. It'll be all over the news......"
"I've already decided. I'm tired of hiding. And it's not flaunting it. It's just showing that I'm not ashamed of who I am. Veterans aren't flaunting it when they march in the Veterans Day parade. They're just showing their pride in being a veteran."
"It's not the same, Cody, and you know it."
"No, it isn't. But it should be. You know what the real crime is? That veterans shouldn't have to parade to remind people of what they did. And gays shouldn't have to parade to remind people that they're people too."
"Well, I can see you're passionate about this," I said.
"It scares the hell out of me but maybe Mom and Dad will see me on the news and I won't have to come out to them," he said.
"You still have to face them," I reminded him.
"And they have to face me."
"Well, Bro, I gotta admire your courage," I said. "And I want you to know, I'm here for you. I'll support you in anything you do. If you ever need me......" I could see him puckering up and I grabbed his arm and pulled him to his feet. "Don't start crying on me, fucker. It's no big deal, I'm just being your brother. I just want you to know....well, sometimes things can get ugly. There're homophobes out there. Call me if you need me." I hugged him tight. His naked body felt good. I smacked his bare ass and we parted.
"Thanks, Justin," he said as I was leaving.
"I said, I'm just being your brother," I said again. "And hey....you don't need those pictures." He looked at me. I laughed. "Why use pictures when you've got the real thing?"
He threw his pillow at me. I ducked out the door. He didn't realize it yet, but I was serious.
Saturday came and I could tell Cody was nervous. I told him he could change his mind, even encouraged him to do so.
"You can save it for another time, Bro. Wait till you're in college. It's more expected that college kids do stuff like that. And it would be farther away from home."
But he was determined.
"Okay, I'll drive you," I said. "Call your friend and tell him he doesn't have to pick you up."
"You're going to the parade?"
"I said I would drive you."
Cody wanted to get there early but the traffic was a problem. I lucked out and squeezed into a parking spot less than half a block down from where the parade was forming.
"Last chance to change your mind," I said.
"No, that last chance was a long time ago," he said.
"Okay." I opened the door and stepped out of the truck.
I didn't say anything. I peeled my shirt off over my head and tossed it in the truck and reached for my belt.
"What're you doing?"
"I said I would support you. If you've got the courage to do this, the least I can do is show my support," I said as I undid my jeans and shoved them down.
"Justin! No. You can't!"
"You can but I can't?"
"People will think you're gay."
"I thought this was all about not caring what people think." I took off my jeans and tossed them in the truck. "Are we going or not?" He gaped at me; I had worn just my jockstrap under my jeans.
"You're going to be in the parade like that? In your jockstrap?"
"Do you think I'm overdressed?"
He lost his look of panic and broke out laughing. "Justin, I love you."
"Okay, but this isn't the time or place," I said.
Suddenly he shoved his gym shorts down.
"No, leave 'em on, Cody," I said gruffly.
"Why? If you......"
"This is me. I'm twenty one years old, in college. You're eighteen, a senior in high school."
"What's that got to do with anything?"
"You've got different people to face than I do. I'm going to be going back to college where nobody thinks anything about shit like this. You'll still be at home with Mom and Dad. Seeing you in a gay parade is one thing, but don't make them have to explain why you were in your underwear. Leave 'em on." I smiled. "I mean, you look cute as hell in them, but think of Mom and Dad."
He pulled his PE shorts back up and we closed both doors of the truck and walked off.
"I can't believe you're doing this," he said.
"I can't believe YOU'RE doing it," I said. "Hey, do you think they would let me ride on one of the floats?"
"I could probably bribe someone," he said.
He didn't have to bribe anyone. As we came alongside one of the floats some of the guys on it knew Cody. Most of them were older than him and I wondered where and how they'd met. Then I knew; out at the community college.
"Damn, Cody, where'd you find him?" one guy asked as he put his hand down to pull Cody up onto the float.
"This is my brother, Justin."
"Well, get up here, big brother," another of the guys said as he put his hand down to pull me up. "I didn't know there were two of you." Then he said to Cody, "How come you never told us about him?"
"There actually aren't two of us. He's my brother, but he's straight."
"No shit!" the youth said to me.
"He's here in support of me."
"Fuck. Welcome aboard, and are you busy later?"
Another of the young men told Cody to lie in the pile of loose straw with some other boys, and asked me if I would stand up on the stack of bales at the back of the wagon. He held up two bags.
"Black licorice or Hershey's kisses?"
I took the bag of kisses. The parade was moving and when our vehicle started moving I began tossing the kisses out to the crowd. I felt surprisingly at ease on the wagon, doing what I was doing. I was also surprised at the support from the crowds along the way. There were hoots and foul things yelled out as well, but it was a peaceful demonstration. Before long, I wasn't doing it just for Cody....that had slipped to the back of my mind. It became the right thing to do.
Several blocks further down the route an incident broke out. A young, hefty youth, about my age suddenly came out of the crowd and rushed toward our float. He'd been holding a sign that he threw aside. I could see he was not there to show his support. Even through his tan, his face was dark with anger.
"You goddamned, motherfuckin', cocksuckin' faggots!" he yelled as he clambered onto the float and dove right at Cody in the pile of straw, fists flying. Taken by surprise, Cody cowered at first but then began to fight back to protect himself. I was off the stack of bales in one leap and all over the guy. He was stronger than I expected, but like I said, he was carrying a few extra pounds, and I was lean stronger. I didn't call him names. I quickly subdued him with both his arms locked behind his back and his face, ironically, smashed right in one of the boys' shorts. I took advantage of that and pushed his face harder into the boy's crotch as I pressed my knee into the small of his back. I leaned down with my face close to his ear.
"Hear me good, Bubba. Your first mistake was charging this float. Your second mistake was attacking my brother. Your third mistake would be to NOT climb down off this float in a peaceful manner and get lost in the crowd. If you do not agree to climb down off this float in a peaceful manner, I don't know if there are cameras on us or not, but I'm going to rub your face in this boy's crotch, and it's going to look for all the world like YOU are a goddamned, motherfuckin' faggot sucking his cock." I kneed him in in the kidney and asked, "Do I have your word?"
"Don't make me sorry I let you go," I warned, and released my hold. He scrambled away from the boys and jumped off the wagon, stumbled, and strode into the crowd.
"You okay?" I asked Cody and the others in the pile of straw.
"Yeah. Thanks." It wasn't Cody who thanked me. He just looked up at me and I saw the thanks in his eyes. I went back to my post on the stack of bales and continued tossing out chocolate kisses. The rest of the route was peaceful even with the detractors. They had a right to be there same as us.
Cody didn't want to go to any of the parties afterwards. As the full realization of what he'd done soaked in, he lost some of his exuberance. He didn't want to go home either. So we drove around.
"You're going to have to face them eventually," I said.
"Maybe not. Maybe they won't see it on the news."
"Somebody they know will have seen it."
"Will you face them with me?"
"Yes, if you want me to. But I don't think you'll need me."
"It would be easier I think," he said.
"You have to do your own talking," I said.
When we got home the lights were on in the shed.
"I'll go on in the house, you go talk to him," I said.
"You said you would face them with me," he said with a scared look.
"That was if it was a family affair. Go talk to him."
I stood at the truck and watched Cody walk toward the shed. I knew he was scared out of his mind. I knew that this would take way more courage than letting the whole world see him in a parade. I didn't go in the house. I shouldn't have, but I sneaked around to the dark side of the garage to listen.
"Dad," Cody said as he stepped up into the shed.
"Cody. You're home late. Did you have supper?"
"I wasn't hungry." Silence. Then, "Did you watch the news?"
"Yup." Silence. "Are you asking, did I see that parade?"
"Yes. Did you?"
"I should have told you I was going," Cody said.
"Looks like you should've told me a lot of things," Dad said.
"I wanted to, but I didn't know how."
"And you thought this was the best way to break the news?"
"I'm sorry, Dad, if I've embarrassed you. I know how disappointed you must be."
"I didn't say I was embarrassed. And my only disappointment is that you didn't think you could talk to me. I've told you all your life, you can talk to me about anything."
"This wasn't just anything," Cody said.
"It was included," Dad said sternly.
"No it wasn't. You never thought in your wildest dreams that you would have a son turn out to be gay."
"Son, if you'd been born with two heads, I would still love you. Did you honestly think being gay is a reason I wouldn't?"
"Justin said you would say that. Did you see him on the float?
"Yeah. So, your brother knew and I'm just finding out."
"He just figured me out," Cody said.
"Well, you hid it pretty well. I had no clue."
"He said you wouldn't. What about Mom?"
"What about her?"
"Did she see the news?"
"Yes. You'll have to ask her what she thinks."
"Do you think we should all talk together?" Cody asked.
"No, I'm not finished here," Dad said. "You go on in."
There was a pause and I thought Cody might be coming out of the shed and I cowered back along the side further into the shadows. Then I heard Dad ask, "Is your brother gay too?"
"No, don't worry, he's straight, Dad."
"I wasn't worried, I was just asking."
"He was there in support of me."
"He could've supported you with a little more on."
I had to stifle my laughter.
"I couldn't believe it either, Dad. I thought he was just dropping me off, but then he got out of the truck and took off his shirt and started taking off his jeans. I told him not to, but he didn't listen. Did you see the scuffle?"
"Yeah. Didn't surprise me. That's what brothers are for. I guess we'll have something to talk about at church tomorrow, and at the coffee shop on Monday," Dad added in a droll tone.
I was never more proud of my father. I stayed back in the shadows till Cody went in the house then I went back to my truck, opened and slammed the door then went in the house. Mom was tearing up.
"I'm sorry, Mom. I know I should have told you."
"Yes, you should have. Because I knew."
"Justin said you probably did."
"Have you talked to your father?"
"Yes, I just came in from the shed."
"What'd HE say?"
"He said he guessed he would have something to talk about at church tomorrow, and at the coffee shop on Monday."
Mom looked past Cody, at me.
"I'm sorry too, Mom, I guess I should've told you I was going to embarrass you on TV. But honestly, I didn't know myself till we got there."
She laughed, a nervous laugh, and swiped her nose with her handkerchief. "I've just been sitting here wondering what I'm going to say Estelle Grimes when I see her." She gazed off for a moment. "I think I won't say anything and let her squirm. That should be interesting, to see how she brings it up."
I smiled a tight smile. "I would not want to believe, Mom, that you are enjoying that prospect," I said.
"No, no," she said. "I'm only making the best of the situation."
"Well, I'm going on up to bed," I said.
"Justin.....Son......" Cody had gone into the kitchen and she looked warily at the door. "Do you want me to open up the guest room for you?"
I knew how she felt about that guest room; it was her showpiece, and I knew why she was asking. She was reluctant to let even guests sleep there. I looked at her, I know with a grinning scowl. "No, of course not. We shared the same room when I didn't know. Nothing's changed."
She smiled and nodded, with a look of relief and approval; maybe even a little pride. I went on upstairs to leave her and Cody alone. I showered and crawled up in the top bunk, naked; Cody had taken over the bottom bunk after I left for college. I admit, I was a little hopeful and I left the lamp on low and the covers down around my feet.
Cody came in about an hour later. Turned out they'd had the "family" conversation without me after Dad came in from the shed.
"How'd it go?" I asked, turning onto my side.
"As well as could be expected."
"What's that mean?"
"It was hard not to see their disappointment," he said. "But Dad even cried a little, and apologized for making remarks and jokes about gays. He said he wouldn't do that anymore."
"Don't ever underestimate our parents," I said. I could see how he was looking at me as he undressed and I stayed on my side, giving him a full view. Still hopeful.
"You said I looked cute as hell in my shorts," he said as he was taking them off. "I was surprised to hear you say that."
"You do. You've got a cute little ass, and the shorts are so brief, they show it off."
He came over to the beds, as if to crawl into the bottom one, but instead he stood beside the bunks. "You also said I didn't have to use the pictures of you anymore. Did you mean that?"
"I did if you want me to mean it," I said.
"I do. I have for a long time," he said hoarsely.
As he reached for my cock I cocked my left leg up. He squeezed and played with my cock and it started to come to life.
"I haven't seen you with a hardon for so long," he said.
"Hope you're not disappointed," I said.
"I won't be, even if you didn't grow another centimeter."
We looked into each other's eyes for a long moment as my cock got harder. I was surprised when he leaned in to kiss me but I let him. I might even have kissed him back.
"I love you so much, Justin," he whispered, then he took a step to his left, where he could be face to face with my cock. It was hard now. "Godd, it's so big. I don't know if I can even take it."
"You don't have to take it all," I said. "You don't have to even do this."
"I want to."
"Well, I admit I was lying here, hoping," I said. My words were cut short with a gasp as he took my cock in his mouth. It gave me a temporary shock to feel the warm, wet heat of my brother's mouth and to watch him sucking my cock. It was hard to believe but there it was real as life itself. He seemed to like doing it and I sure liked him doing it. He ran one hand between my legs and grasped my butt and pulled me closer to the edge of the mattress and more of my cock into his mouth. I laid my hand on his buzz cut in an act of brotherly love.
"You like it? Am I doing okay?" he asked.
"Oh, yeah, you're doing way more than okay."
"Have you ever had a blowjob before?" he asked.
"Yes, but not from you. You're way better than the girls who have tried it. Coming from you, it's special."
"Do you want to fuck me, Justin?"
"I don't think we should go there," I said.
"Even if I want to?"
"Have you ever done that?"
"Shit, Cody, I can't believe you wanta give up your cherry to me?"
"You don't know how I've dreamed it would be you to take it," he said.
"Let me get this straight. I've laid down there in that bunk nursing a hard on while you were lying up here jacking off to fantasies about me fucking you. It's gonna take me a while to get my head wrapped around that. But that's a big step, Cody."
"This is a big step for me, 'cause I never sucked cock before now," he said.
"What? You've never done anything? How the hell do you even know you're gay?"
"Well, I'm sucking your cock, that ought to be a pretty strong hint," he said. "So, will you do it?"
I didn't have much choice. Facing the indisputable fact that my brother was gay, he was going to get fucked sometime, somewhere by somebody and I didn't want his first time to be with somebody who didn't care about him. It needed to be a wonderful experience for him.
"Against my better judgment, I will if you want me to."
"Do you wanta come down to my bunk?"
"We can't fuck here, what if mom or dad come up?"
"They never come in my room," he said. "Even when Dad wakes me up, he just taps on the door and goes on."
"He's probably afraid of what he might walk in on," I joked. My hard cock felt like it was going to break off when I jumped down from the top bunk. I made sure the door was closed tightly then I moved the dresser in front of it.
"What're you doing?"
"In case they do come up we'll say we're moving the furniture, rearranging your room." When I turned around Cody was on his bottom bunk on his stomach with his legs spread as wide as possible. The positon tilted his awesome little butt at just the right angle. My cock gave a hard jolt of appreciation when I saw him. As I crawled on the bunk with him, between his legs, he felt under the mattress and came out with a small tube of KY which he handed me.
"KY. Where'd you get this?"
"I bought it at the drug store."
I laughed. "I bet you got some weird looks at the checkout."
"The guy didn't say anything, just smiled as he rang it up, like he knew something."
"Well, I doubt he gets many teenagers buying KY." I noticed there had been some used out of the tube. "Been using it for jackoff lube?" I asked.
"No, I use olive oil for that," he said. "I've been practicing with my fingers in my ass, but I can't reach very far."
"I'll see if I can reach a little deeper," I said as I squeezed the lube onto my fingers. I worked it between Cody's buns and into his hole. He winced a little because my fingers were bigger but it was good he was no stranger to it. I worked my finger back and forth through his tight sphincter in a fucking motion. "I read about a spot up inside you that feels real good. It's your prostate. Let's see if I can find yours."
I didn't go searching for it right away. I finger-fucked him for several minutes using just one finger, then I used two. I hoped to use all four fingers but I wanted to work him up to it. With the double prong of two fingers I went in search of his prostate. He let me know when I found it. His love nut was alive, palpitating under my fingertips as I gently squeezed and massaged it.
"Oh!" he gasped, jerking his head up. "I think you found it! You sure found something! Ohhh....ohhh, Justin, that feels so good." He was writhing around on the bed, shoving his butt back against my hand and twisting around on my fingers.
"I'm gonna give you two more fingers," I said.
"You can give me your whole fuckin' hand if it feels this good," he said.
I actually thought about doing just that but I stopped at four fingers. It was fun moving my fingers around inside him, like I was scratching a blackboard, only I was dragging my fingertips across his prostate. He was loving it. He buried his face in the pillow to muffle the noise. I didn't know how much he was loving it till I realized he was s creaming in the pillow and then I saw his shoulders shaking; he was crying.
I eased up because I thought I was hurting him and also I was afraid if mom and dad heard him they would sure as hell come rushing up to his room. I eased up but I didn't pull my fingers out right away.
"Are you okay, Cody?" I asked quietly, holding my fingers perfectly still.
He seemed to be sobbing and I very gently pulled my fingers out of his ass. Despite everything, I found myself drooling at the sight of his gaping, clenching asshole. When he didn't answer I leaned over him with my face right next to his. "Hey, little bro, tell me you're okay," I whispered.
"Aww, Justin, I've never been so okay in my entire life," he managed to say between sobs. "Please don't take your fingers out. Put 'em back in me, they feel so good."
"All right, I just won't move 'em for a little bit," I said and I shoved my fingers back up inside him.
"Ohhhhh," he moaned softly. "Move 'em just a little bit." And when I did, he moaned again, "Ohhh, Justin, I love you so much for doing this to me."
We lay like that for quite a while with Cody writhing around on the bed and humping the mattress.
"Are you going to fuck me?" he asked.
"Do you still want me to?"
"More'n anything in the world. I think if you don't fuck me I'm gonna die."
"You're too young to die. I'll fuck you," I said. "But first I wanta do something else. I've never done this before, Cody, but I wanta do it to you. Turn over, will you?"
"Am I going to need the pillow?" Cody asked as he turned over onto his back, his legs on either side of his big brother.
"Probably. Have it handy," I said. I brought his legs up and pushed them against his chest. "Hold your legs against your chest." My mouth was watering so! His awesome little butt was spread out before me, so open and inviting. I'd never even imagined I would do this but I often ate a girl's pussy before fucking her and this was no different. Well, it was in a way; I never drooled over a girl's pussy. My brother's ass was far more appealing.
"What're you gonna do, Justin, fuck me like this, bent in half?"
"No. You'll see." I gazed down at his inviting hole, open and clenching, like it was begging me to do something. I leaned down and buried my face in his upturned butt.
"Ohh, fuck, Justin, what're you doing!" he cried out.
I snatched the pillow and put it over his face so all that was heard was "Ohhh." He held it over his face as he kept groaning and moaning. He was still wide open and I was able to drive my tongue in so deep I thought I might touch is prostate. I didn't, of course, but it was wonderful all the same. There was something about eating my brother's ass that was so much more exciting than licking pussy, and I'd had my tongue deep inside several girls' pussies. This was different; deliciously so. He tasted different and felt different. I licked all round deep inside his ass. I locked my mouth over his hole to form a suction and was able to pull his asshole back and forth on my tongue. He screamed in the pillow. I was scared to death the pillow wouldn't stay in place and they would hear him downstairs, and every now and then I would reach out and adjust the pillow. Thankfully, he quieted down
to suck in breaths of air.
Once I laid my hand on the pillow and asked him if he was okay with what I was doing, and told him to make sure he could talk before I removed the pillow. He nodded and I pulled the pillow aside.
I asked him again, "You okay, Cody? Are you okay with what I'm doing?"
"Ohh, Godd, Justin, you can do this all night," he replied, his voice a little quivery.
"Do you want me to keep doing this instead of fucking you?"
"I want you to do both but I know you can't so I want you to fuck me. But you can do this for a little bit more."
I went back to eating his ass. I was afraid he might cum, though, and it would be over. I would be as disappointed as him if that happened. So I tore myself away from his ass and let his legs down so he was in position to be fucked. His hole was even more open, now inviting my cock; even begging. I set the head against it. When I pushed against it Cody pushed back.
"Don't get too anxious," I told him.
"But I am. I want your cock in me so bad."
"Okay, I'm turning the controls over to you."
He pushed back again and the head of my cock disappeared inside him.
"Ohhh, that feels so good already," he said.
"It'll feel better," I said. Even with all of my prep work I was surprised he took me so easily, with barely a wince. But then, he wanted it, and that was half the battle. He wanted it bad.
I was amazed how his tight little asshole opened up for me, like an expensive glove, yet stayed nice and snug around my cock. I impaled him slowly and gently till I was all the way in. He closed his eyes and let out a soft moan. I thought I saw his eyes starting to roll back in his head just before he closed them. But he hadn't passed out.
"I want you to shoot your load inside me, Justin," he said in a whisper.
"Alright. I'd like that too," I said. I started fucking him with slow, full-cock strokes.
"Ohhh....Aww, Justin....Godd, that feels so good....Uhhh....Oh, fuck....Uhhh....Uhhhh....Yeah, fuck me Justin, fuck me."
He was getting a little louder and I put the pillow over his face again. It was a steady, hard fuck, but only as hard as he wanted to make it. Well into it, I was only furnishing the cock; he was doing what he wanted with it. I loved watching his sweet young ass swallowing my cock with each slamming thrust of his butt. My cock loved it too, and more than once I had press my hand against his lower stomach to slow him down so I could hold off.
"I never imagined it could feel like this, and I love you for showing me, Justin," he said at one of the pauses. "Do you think very many brothers do this together?" he asked as he was riding my cock again.
"Probably more'n anybody wants to admit," I said.
"You ready to come?" he asked me.
"Whenever you are; this is your ballgame."
"Don't stop me anymore then. It's dumb not to cum when we can do it again anytime we want."
"I like the way you think, Cody."
He began to fuck himself in earnest, using every inch of my cock to pleasure himself, slamming his ass on it with each stroke. He was a boy on a mission. I didn't stop him or slow him down but I still tried to hold off till I could see he was close. When I saw all the signs I leaned up over him in a full body arch, bringing his butt to facing the ceiling.
"Okay, I'm taking over," I said. He whimpered 'okay' and started fucking him instead of him fucking himself. I wasn't brutal but I wasn't gentle either. I knew he could take it, the way he'd been slamming himself onto my cock. I wished I could've watched his face but he pulled the pillow over his face again. Probably good he did that. I still had the view of his lithe, muscular body, muscles rippling, muscles all sweaty. At one point I leaned down and licked the sweat off his chest and nibbled on his tits. I heard my cry out in the pillow. He liked it so I kept doing it, till I felt his asshole going crazy then felt his hot cum spurting against my neck and chin. That triggered my own climax. I hammered his ass hard, maybe brutally now, till I exploded deep inside him. I heard him cry out again in the pillow and I knew he was feeling it. I hoped he would. I sure as hell was.
For a long moment that followed, my head was spinning. I'd fucked my share of women but none of them measured up to this. Not even close. I never came so hard in my life. Or so much, it felt like. Once again, I drew the pillow aside to make sure Cody was all right. I had to laugh. He had the cutest, goofiest smile.
"What the fuck are you smiling about?" I asked as I leaned down and kissed him.
"Godd, you are such a stud," he said.
"It's easy to be a stud with you," I said.
He discovered the cum on my face and began licking it off. I kept kissing him in between licks and we exchanged his cum back and forth. I hadn't tasted my own cum in a long time and I didn't remember it tasting nearly as good as Cody's.
"I wish I could taste yours," he said. "Would you pull your cock out and give it to me to suck for a little bit?"
"Anything you want, Cody. Any fuckin' thing you want," I said as I slowly extracted my cock from his ass. The head his asshole clenched tightly, like it didn't want to let go. I tugged gently, laughing. "I don't think your greedy little ass wants to give it up and share with your mouth."
It finally popped free and I let his legs down then moved up to straddle his chest. My cock, still rubbery hard, lolled out over his face. He smiled and began licking it, then he took the head in his mouth to lick it clean.
"Justin, do you happen to know any brothers who do this together?" he asked.
His question caught me off guard. I did but I wasn't sure I wanted to reveal that. But I gave myself away when I hesitated.
"You do, don't you?" he said excitedly. "Who are they? Do you think they'd want to get together with us? How old are they? Would you ask them?'
"Slow down," I said, laughing. "They're a couple of years older than us but I don't know if they'd want to."
"Would you ask them?" he asked again anxiously.
"I'll have to think about it." I was pretty sure they would because the older one remarked how hot my little brother was when I showed him a picture one time. But I wasn't sure I wanted to expose Cody to their situation. It wasn't just the two brothers fucking around with each other; their step dad was in the mix as well and I didn't want Cody getting any ideas about dad.
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