When my mom remarried, I got more than a new stepfather—I got Billy, the hunky stud that all the girls, and half the guys, on our campus are crazy over. He has looks, charm and sex appeal: broad-shouldered, quarterback smile, and the easy confidence of someone who knows he’s liked before he even speaks. I’m Jason. I’m the opposite, small, wiry from hours in the gym practicing flips and routines no one at school cares about. Gymnast. No one gives a shit about gymnastics. Plus, we get to share a room in our fraternity house. Psyche!
We’re both seniors at the same college but no one would know it. Because of our size difference, he’s the big brother and I’m the little brother. It just works out that way.
The problem with sharing a room with Billy is that he doesn’t know that I have a total crush on him. His day’s growth of beard drives me wild. The chest hair that is visible about his white T-shirt makes me crazy. Not to mention those thick, hairy arms and thighs. He’s amazing. Need I add that he is good at EVERYTHING he does.
And I can’t control my thoughts: I think about his furry butt pumping my ass, and his tool sliding in and out of my hot wet hole. I can’t help thinking about his balls hanging, and bouncing, knowing they are full of his hot cum, about to travel through that hard pulsating prick, and gush in jet streams from his big, sensitive dick head. - I know it's wrong. He’s my stepbrother. I’m going straight to hell! - But I can’t help it.
I jack off to imagined scenarios of him almost every night – hearing his moans and grunts, his words of encouragement, touching his big dick, squeezing it and playing with it. Getting it wet with my lips, and sucking it il it’s big and hard, so he says he’s ready to stick it inside me. EXPLODE all over myself!
And then there is his cock. - Can you tell I’m obsessed. - I can’t call it a prick, or a dick, because it is too magnificent. He is blessed with a thick, long specimen that hardens to a length of nine inches of steel. When he jacks off, he uses both hands, and there is still rod to spare. I know because I watched him jack off once when he thought I was asleep.
I know I shouldn’t, but I watch him undress. - I told you; I can’t help it. - I think of it as almost a religious experience. First, he takes off his T-shirt revealing his extra hairy pits and strong hairy chest. He also has huge hands and hairy arms. - I can’t help but imagine them holding me. I’m only human. - he sits on his bed and removes his sneakers and socks. – Even his feet are sexy. - Then he stands up and pulls down his tight-ass jeans along with his underwear in one swoop. – which are sometimes panties – just sayin’ - He has a nice, tight, hairy bubble butt, and when he bends over to pull his pants off, I can see the light reflecting off his ass hairs, and I could only imagine what his pucker looks like. - I am terrible. I am wrong. - I get so hard it hurts. AND that cock. Well, I’ve already told you about that beauty.
AND he’s the nicest, sweetest guy. I really love him. He hugs me and calls me “his little bro” and pats my ass and tells me what a good job I’m doing with my gymnastics and how proud he is of me. I’d do anything for him. I just don’t want him to know about the dirty things I think about when I’m with him.
I didn’t know how much Billy cared until I came home one day with a split lip and bruised ribs. Because I’m a little guy, I learned long ago not to fight back against guys like Martin Dyer, our rival fraternity’s tormenter, but today had been worse than usual. I was just hoping to slip past everyone unnoticed, head down, wishing to be invisible and head upstairs to our room because I just didn’t want to deal with it AGAIN.
But Billy noticed. And when he saw my face, he pulled up my shirt and saw the bruises.
“Little Bro, what happened?”
“Oh, it’s nothing, Billy. Just a little fight. Just that Martin Dyer douche’ and his henchmen.”
“You’re fucking kidding me? I’m going to kill that asshole. How long has this been going on?
“Since I was a freshman.”
Billy went into the kitchen and put some ice in a kitchen towel and brought it back, pressing it against my lips.
“Hold this against the split, little bro, and it’ll help,” he said, putting his arms around me in a bear hug.
I don’t know what came over me, but I lost it. I wept, with my head in Billy’s chest. He held me tight. Picking me up in his arms, he moved to the chair in the living room, sitting, he brought me into his lap. I just fell into his embrace, snuggled between his legs, with his arms and chest and lap engulfing me, and continued to cry. “Cry it out, sweet one. Get it all out,” cooed Billy, rocking me.
Wiping my tears, kissing my neck, Billy sweetly purred in my ear, “Baby boy, Billy’s here. He’s going to take care of you. He’s going to make sure you’re always safe. Nothing bad will happen to you again. That’s big brother Billy’s promise to his little bro.”
Billy, then picked me up, and carried me upstairs to our bedroom and tucked me in my bed. “You sleep for a little bit now until you feel better.”
Then Billy climbed in behind me, holding me from behind and I couldn’t help but notice that he nestled his hard cock between the cheeks of my ass. I wiggled back.
Billy chuckled and said, “Baby boy, it gets hard when it gets to feel such a sweet little ass.” Billy kissed my neck and held me tighter until I fell asleep.
I only napped for about twenty minutes. When I woke up, Billy was still behind me, holding me.
Noticing I was awake, Billy said, “Feeling better, baby boy?”
With tears in my eyes, I turned to him and said, “How can I thank you, Billy? I’m the luckiest little brother in the world.”
Billy pulled me into a hug, as he gently put his lips to mine, his tongue moving into my mouth and my tongue moving into his. It became passionate and amazing and deep. Breaking it, he looked into my eyes and said, “Right now, Little Bro, let’s go take care of this problem with that cunt, Martin Dyer.”
We got out of bed, Billy adjusted himself and gave me a wink, and then adjusted the front of my pants, giving a press against my hard cock.
I followed him downstairs and out the front door and we got into his truck. He fired up the engine, and we headed to the high school.
“What are you sitting all the way over there for, little brother? I’m thinking you don’t like me anymore.” Billy pats the seat beside him.
I smiled and slid across the seat and nestled up against Billy, him squeezing my leg between shifts of the gears. “Now, that’s better,” he told me.
When we pulled up to the edge of the Phi Kappa Delta parking lot, Martin was leaning against the wall of the fraternity house, cigarette dangling between his fingers, laughing with two other guys. He looked up when Billy’s truck stopped a few feet from him. The laughter stopped.
“Football hero,” Martin drawled, showing off for his friends, flicking the cigarette butt into the dirt. “You lost? ”
Billy didn’t bite. He walked straight up, close enough that Martin had to tilt his chin to hold his ground. Billy towered over him. All his “boys” backed away, leaving their friend all alone with Billy, except for one. Martin started to speak, but Billy stopped him by punching him on the right side of his face, his fist crashing into his nose, blood flying everywhere, as Martin tumbled backward, falling on the ground. – DAMN, that’s my big bro! Can you keep a secret? I got wood! It just happened!
“What the fuck, Harper? What gives?” asked Martin, hands covering his face. “Who’s this fucking wimp to you?”
“He’s my little brother, you little cunt, and if you or any of your brothers ever touch him again, I’ll fucking kill you. Every single one of you. You understand?”
Billy’s hands shot out, grabbing Martin by the front of his hoodie, slamming him back into the house, the one guy who stayed around froze.
“Yeah, dude. Yeah. OK. OK.”
Billy leaned in until Martin could feel his breath.
“Listen closely,” Billy said. “You don’t touch him. You don’t look at him. You don’t even say his name. Hey, little bro, is this the other guy who hit you?”
“Yeah, Billy. He’s the one,” I said.
“Is he the one who called you a pussy and pretended to fuck you up the ass in front of everyone?”
“Him and Martin.”
“We didn’t mean nothing by it, Harper. Honest, we were just joking. We’re sorry,” pleaded Martin.
“Yeah, honest, we’re sorry,” the other guy said.
Billy grabbed the other guy – whispering in his ear “You should of fucking run with the others” and pushed him against the house beside Martin. They both tried to twist free, but Billy’s grip only tightened.
“Joshie, Darnell and Grant are at our fraternity across the quad. Go get them for me. Tell them I need them.”
I took off in a run towards our frat house, but overheard Billy’s words as I was taking off. “You think you’re tough picking on someone half your size?” Billy pressed. “Try me instead. Anytime. Anywhere.”
I looked over my shoulder as I ran but neither Martin nor the other dude moved an inch.
Within five minutes, I was running back toward Billy, with Darnell and Grant in tow. I was being followed by two walls of muscle and fury, one black and one white, defensive linemen ready for a fight. All Billy had to do was call and they were there, no questions asked.
As Billy’s teammates and I walked up, catching our breath, Martin and his henchman tried to run. Billy blocked their way, Darnell and Grant each grabbed one and shoved them hard against the house. “Don’t move, motherfuckers, unless you want to die,” said Darnell. Grant, always the quiet one, just glared at them both. The two didn’t move a muscle.
Turning to Billy, Darnell asked, “What did these two fuckups do now?” Billy put his arm on Josh’s shoulder and pulled him in front of him. “This,” said Billy, pointing to his busted lip and swollen face. Then he lifted Josh’s shirt and showed them the bruises.
“No fucking way. You OK, Little Bro?” asked Darnell, looking at his face. Grant moved closer to Martin and kneed him swiftly in the balls. He hunched over in pain with a scream, holding his crotch.
“Yeah. Billy took care of me,” Josh confided.
“Good. Cause now we’re gonna take care of these two motherfuckers so they never pull anything like this again. No body messes with our Little Bro,” assured Darnell.
Billy chimed in. “So, my dudes, here’s what I was thinking? Since these two douches called Josh a pussy and pretended to fuck him in the ass while everyone watched, I thought maybe we could make them fuck each other up the ass while we watched.”
“Cool. Great idea, man,” said Darnell, high fiving with Billy, Grant and finally Josh.
“Harper, please no! It was a joke!” begs Martin.
Grant, finally speaking, said, “Joshie, do you think what they did to you was funny?”
“Absolutely, no.”
“So, fuckups, Little Bro here didn’t get your joke, so that’s a problem,” explained Grant.
“A big problem,” chimed in Darnell.
“I was thinking, maybe Martin and his buddy could have the same thing happen to them - you know getting fucked up the ass - and see if they think it’s funny,” explained Billy.
“Awesome solution, my man,” chimed Darnell.
“Excellent,” added Grant.
“Do you like that, Joshie?” asked Billy.
“Sounds good to me,” I answered.
“No way. Harper, please,” begged Martin
“But Billy, my man, how do we decide who gets fucked and who fucks?” asked Grant, grinning.
“Well let’s vote. All in favor of Martin getting fucked up the ass raise your hand,” asked Billy.
All four of us raise our hands and then slowly Martin’s henchman raised his hand too.
“Well, that was easy. Looks like we’re all in agreement,” says Billy.
“You can’t do this, Harper. I’m not a homo,” screamed Martin.
Quickly Billy answered, “Well, think of it like this, douchebag – fucked up the ass but No Homo.”
Grant moves up to him and growls in his ear, “Get fucked or we fuck you up, dude? Your choice.”
“And I guarantee you’ll be doing a lot of hospital time if that happens,” adds Grant.
All the blood drains from Martin’s face, getting up from the ground, completely defeated.
“So, let’s get this party started. Strip boys!” demands Billy.
Martin and his henchman just stand there, staring at us. Darnell goes up to Martin’s henchman, who told us his name was Jeff, and rips the shirt off him, sending the buttons flying everywhere.
“OK! OK!” says Martin, moving to remove his shirt.
They each start taking off their clothes, slowly getting naked. I can’t help but notice they’re both really cute. I hate it but Martin is hot. Jeff is too. Chiseled chests are revealed with muscular arms.
Pants come off. Fine asses. Then underwear and two nice cocks are revealed. Martin is hairy. Jeff isn’t. Neither cock is totally soft. REALLY?
“Boys, it looks like these boys might be enjoying themselves from the look of things,” laughs Grant.
I kind of got wood too. Two fine fucking specimens. HELLO?! AND, well, I am Yes Homo.
Billy grabs Jeff and pushes him to the ground.
“I’m sure Princess Marty doesn’t want you going in dry, so you’d better get him lubed. He’ll be happier and so will you,” explains Billy.
“What do you mean?” Jeff asks.
“Lick,” says Billy.
“His,” adds Darnel
“Pussy,” finishes Grant.
“No fucking way!” says Jeff.
Billy challenges, “Yes, fucking way.”
Darnell howls, “Do it, motherfucker.”
All three chiming. “Do it! Do it! Do it!”
Billy goes over and roughly pushes Martin over, making him grab his ankles, giving him three sharp hard slaps, making his cheeks red.
Jeff moves slowly up to Martin’s ass. Darnell and Grant move to either side of Martin and open his ass cheeks, motioning a welcome with their hands.
Though both Martin and Jeff are playing repulsion, hesitation and “first time – never done before” – their dicks aren’t soft and Jeff doesn’t seem to “hate” the idea. He tentatively put his nose in Martin’s crack and tentatively licks beside the hole. AND Martin isn’t quiet. He fucking groans.
Darnell looks at Grant and says, “The dude fucking groaned. Did you hear that? Billy, the dude fucking groaned.”
Jeff starts licking. Just tentative licks at first, but then with more effort and more fervor.
“Get it wet, Jeffie. Need lots of spit. Really get in there,” raves Darnell.
Grand adds, whispering to his friends, “If this is the first time this dude has licked a guy’s ass then I’m a fucking cheerleader. He’s boned, for fuck’s sake.”
Martin seems to try to hold back but the guy really seemed to be loving this. I mean, he doesn’t seem to be able to help himself. Martin’s pushing back against Jeff’s mouth, and there’s some slurping and licking sounds.
“Get in there, Jeffie. DAMN. Suck that pucker!” Billy instructs.
Both Martin and Jeff are super hard. Boned! Rigid! Dripping!
“Let’s have some cock sucking, folks!” cries Grant.
“Jeffie, go let the cunt boy give you some licks. It’s only fair,” announces Billy.
Martin doesn’t even hesitate or pretend. He takes Jeff’s cock into his mouth, licking the head, sucking up the precum like a pro, and spreading it all over Jeff’s cock.
“Fuck! This boy has skills! Look at him go!” shouts Grant.
He starts going up and down, spit coming out of both sides of his mouth. Martin certainly knows where it’s going and what makes it easier for the penetration. Lubrication. And he loads the shaft and head with spit as he sucks for all he’s worth.
“Alrighty, then! Showtime!” exclaimed Billy.
Billy pushes me, encouraging me to move Jeff and his dick so it’s lined up with Martin’s hole. He then puts his hands over mine and we push Jeff firmly from behind and his cock head breaks through Martin’s sphincter.
Darnell, moving behind Jeff says, “The head is in, boys! And that head is pretty big for a white boy.” He takes both his hands and give Jeff’s ass a push and his dick goes all the way in, pubes to ass.
Martin groans and squeals, but no screams. On his face, it kind of seems more like pleasure than pain. He’s not even grimacing.
“Damn, dude, fuck yourself on it,” roars Grant.
Martin starts to slowly meet Jeff’s thrusts, as he picks up the pace.
“Looks like that cock was made just for you, Marty!” shouts Billy.
“It isn’t too much for you, is it, Marty?” asks Darnell laughing.
Jeff is grunting. Martin is grunting.
Grant starts taking his hands and slapping Martin’s balls hard as Jeff thrusts alternated between hard drives and slow rotating movement. He would pull all the way out and then slowly come back in, savoring every little movement. He would take a series of very quick strokes and then punch all the way to the bottom.
Grant took hold of Jeff’s nuts this time, pulling on them, stretching them and rolling them in his fingers as his slick, hard cock kept pounding Martin’s ass. Each time Jeff’s cock slammed into him, his balls bouncing against his hole, Martin let out a little cry.
“Take it you, bitch! Fuck yourself on it!” yells Jeff.
Martin thrashes back and forth as Jeff thrusts deeper into him, bucking harder and harder, driving his cock in and out of Martin’s butt with an intensity that left me kind of breathless. DAMN!
Martin pushes his ass back, meeting every one of Jeff’s thrusts as he spits in his palm and starts stroking his hard cock for all he’s worth. Like a fucking piston. Pushing back and pumping his cock, taking Jeff’s dick like a champ.
“Fuck me! I’m gonna blow!” he shouts.
They cum together. Jeff fills Martin’s hole with cum and Martin covers himself with cum as he blows.
Jeff leans over Martin’s back exhausted. Martin grabs his ankles, catching his breath.
Billy silently motions for me to quickly gather up all their clothes and then motions for Darnell and Grant to follow him.
“Thanks for the show, boys!” Billy shouts.
Billy picks me up and carries me over his shoulder, we get in the left side of the cab and Darnell and Grant the right, and we screech off.
We left Jeff and Martin naked, humiliated and, it seemed to me, satisfied.
Later That Night
Billy, Darnell and Grant had to get to practice. So, they dropped me off at the fraternity house and headed back to campus and the locker room.
When I got in the door, my other brothers kinda freaked, shocked by my face, but doted on me, got the whole story about what happened and how Billy had taken care of the Martin problem, leaving out no details, as I ate my dinner.
I watched a little TV, but it sucked, and then exhausted, I headed up to me and Billy’s room and went to sleep. Later, I thought I heard Billy coming home from practice, but I was sound asleep again within minutes.
Much later, I heard the door to our room open and rolled over.
“Hey, Billy” I said.
“Hey, little bro. How are you feeling?”
“Much better. Thanks to you.”
Billy walked over and gave me a kiss on top of my head.
I just watched as Billy started taking off his clothes. I think he knew I was watching. I couldn’t help it. It seemed like every movement was deliberate, just for me, and I loved every second. The cut of his shirt left just enough to the imagination, but when he peeled it over his head, the room shifted for me. I think I gasped. His shoulders are so broad, his chest is sculpted, his abs rigid like fucking stone. I just let my eyes drink him all in. He stretched deliberately, rolling his shoulders back, watching out of the corner of his eye, knowing I was staring at him.
He came over and sat on the edge of my bed, flexing his back.
“You like these, don’t you? You can touch them. It’s OK,” his voice low and coaxing.
Billy stretched out one arm, the bicep tightening under his skin. My fingers touched his muscle hesitantly at first, then lingered, feeling the heat of him. He let me explore his arms and chest and back with my hands, squeezing and rubbing and sliding both hands all over his body.
He rolled his hips forward just enough to make me gasp. “All this,” he murmured, flexing for me, “Is yours.” I could hardly breathe.
Right then, Billy slowly stood up and turned around and simply stood there so that I could admire his ass. He dropped his shorts, flexing his ass for me.
“Go ahead, little bro. You’ve been staring at this for weeks. Put your hands on it.”
I reached out and tentatively touched Billy’s ass through his underwear. I start to pinch his cheeks and feel them and then with both hands hold each one, rubbing them, feeling them, Billy didn’t even flinch—he leaned into it, flexing just enough that the muscle sprang to life beneath my palms.
Billy puts both hands in the waistband of his underwear and slowly brought them down.
“This is yours, baby boy. I see you eyeing it every chance you get.”
“You’re not mad?”
“No, little bro, I’m flattered.”
I just groan in disbelief.
“Baby, it’s all yours.”
My hands pull Billy’s ass cheeks apart, getting my nose closer to his scent. I inhale deeply. “It’s magic” is all I can think.
“You can lick it, baby, if you want.”
I move closer to Billy’s hole and lick the cheeks of his ass. Kissing them. Biting them.
“Yes, baby. Yes.”
I move my mouth to the area around Billy’s hole and kiss around the pucker, then take soft, sweet licks up his crack, sucking on the hole lovingly. I think I went kind of crazy, then, shoving my whole mouth, as if freed, up Billy’s ass, licking and sucking and slurping. Billy opens his cheeks for me.
“That’s it, Joshie, eat my ass. You’re making me feel so good.”
Billy climbs on my bed, stands up, his legs on either side of me and slowly lowers his ass down so that he can sit on my face. It’s glorious.
“All the way in, baby.”
He moves his ass back and forth over my slobbering mouth, pressing his pucker so that I can suck it. I take my tongue and lick as he moves his ass back and forth over my face, squatting and pressing into my tongue. I simply eat like I’m starving. Forcing my face and my mouth and my tongue as far up Billy’s hole as I can get.
“You like Billy’s hole, don’t you baby? You’ve wanted to lick Billy’s crack for a long time, haven’t you? Suck that pucker, baby. Do it!”
I motorboat my mouth up inside Billy’s ass, slobbering and licking until saliva is dripping down from Billy’s crack.
And just when I thought it couldn’t get any better. Billy slowly turns around and reveals the most magnificent cock I have ever seen.
“It’s beautiful, Billy,” I said staring intently.
“I knew you’d love it, Joshie. It’s yours.”
I could worship his fucking cock. It is a thing of beauty. It’s long. It’s thick. The head is perfect.
It’s nine inches of steel, standing straight up from the most thick and amazing nest of black pubes.
AND then the balls. Fuck. Big and hairy. Nestled in this sack of crinkled skin. I am crazy for him.
I start to touch - the shaft - the head – rubbing my face on it – cupping the balls – holding each one in my hand.
Billy, moving back to the floor, is completely naked, standing there in all his glory and he is a thing of beauty. He just stands there and lets me worship him in any way I want. I take his cock into my mouth.
I slowly let my fingers grab his joint, his hard, throbbing shaft. I breath out one long breath and I close my eyes for a moment so I can concentrate on the feel of his manliness. My right hand holds his cock. My left hand instinctively cupped his balls. They felt cool, like billiard balls, and they seem to grow in my hand. I kneaded and squeezed them.
Since Billy is so much taller than me, I only have to lean over a little to take the head of his cock in my mouth. I suck on it, pulling it deeply in. I take the head and lick the precum that has leaked
“You wanna taste, don’t you, baby boy? This cock was made for you.”
I want every inch of him as he ground and groaned above me, I felt the drooling head nudge into the back of my mouth into the opening of my throat again. I slowly forced myself forward and absorbed inch after thick inch until my face was buried in the fur of his bush and my chin pressed against his big balls as they pulled tight against his groin. There was a thick aroma of cock and balls and sweat and hair and lust about his groin that only served to intensify my frenzy at finally having his cock in my mouth.
Every now and again, I would suck his cock to the base, forcing my throat to accept every possible inch and then hold it there until lack of oxygen forced me to retreat and nurse the oversized cockhead with lips and tongue.
He picks me up in his arms. I put my arms around Billy’s neck and wrap my legs around his waist, and we fall into a passionate embrace. I literally eat his mouth.
Billy moves to his nightstand and grabs the lube in the top drawer, holding Josh’s ass with both hands and Josh tightens his legs around his waist. I’m still kissing Billy deeply, when he Immediately starts to devour my mouth with a frenzy of his own. Tongues dancing in and out of each other’s mouths. Billy bites my top lip and licks my bottom - tasting every part of my mouth. It’s as if I’m in a dream. It’s something I’ve always fantasized about and now that it’s here, it’s better than I even anticipated, even the images I use to jerk off to didn’t begin to equal this.
“Do you want me to fill up that hole, little bro? You wanna ride my dick, baby?” asks Billy.
“Please take my hole, Billy. It’s yours.” I assured him.
His left hand caressed the small of my back holding me tight against him. His right hand moved between my thighs, brushing against my dick. His fingers reached under me, finding my ass. He cupped my cheeks in his hands and one of his fingers pressed urgently against my hole. I drew in my breath sharply and pressed down hard on his finger.
He opens the hole and licks around it as he slurps, licking the finger and playing with the outer layers of my sphincter. Opening it. Stretching it. Sucking it.
Billy pushes his finger deeper into my butt. It felt so good I began to wiggle on top of his hand. I was moaning and I couldn’t stop. He slid in another finger and my dick spread precum all over my stomach.
“You like that don’t you, Joshie. You like Billy finger fucking you, don’t you?” says Billy. I only groaned.
My stepbrother was very patient and gentle. Billy moved to sit in a chair, I climbed up, with one foot on each arm, and squatted over his lap. Slowly, the head of his big cock speared me and the initial pain was intense. It was so big. Billy held me tight, whispering soothing words to me in my ears
“Give your ass a chance to get used to it, baby. It’s big, Joshie, but I promise it’ll feel really good soon and you won’t ever want to be without it.”
I felt inch after inch of Billy’s thick cock stretching out my hole as I sat down, slowly filling my insides. I prayed for the moment when I’d finally feel his pubic hair pressed tightly against my opening– only because it would mean that there were no more inches to go. When at last I felt all nine inches inside me, Billy’s ball sack swaying against my own, I thanked God I’d been able to take it and focused on giving Billy as much pleasure as I could.
“Oh, Joshie, such a sweet ass…so tight…so good…ah! Joshie.”
He began to rock me, forward and back, making me dizzy with the rush. All I wanted was his cock inside me forever.
With me impaled on his cock, he grabbed me by the hips and popped me up and down on his cock. My mind was focused on only one thing, Billy’s cock pounding into me. I never wanted it to stop.
I tried to match his strokes, pushing against him as he thrust that enormous cock into me, and I could feel his big balls banging onto mine as the sweat began to glisten on our bodies and his rhythm increased. My hole was now wide open, and I just relaxed and let Billy fuck himself with me as I held on tight to his neck and shoulders.
In one swift move, Billy plunges his cock deep in my hole and holds for a just a second. Feeling the tightness and the heat.
He then grabs my hair, pulling it back and using his grip to plow deeper into my ass, showing all his fucking glory as I ride him.
He pumps and slaps the right cheek. He pumps and slaps the left cheek.
As if I didn’t think he could go any deeper, he raises his left leg and props it on the ottoman, changing direction with his thrust and hits my prostrate. I scream in pleasure.
“Billy found it didn’t he, little bro? That ass is so sweet, baby.”
Billy lifts me, never letting his dick pop out, and turns me on his lap, facing him. He grabs my head and pulls it down, licking my face and my mouth and my tongue. He can’t kiss me enough. I’m ravenous for him, while he continues to fuck my tight hole.
Billy licks my chest and takes hold of one of my nipples and bites down. I cry out. He sucks my titty, then licks it, pulling it into his mouth. He moves to the other one, repeating the same thing.
“Suck them, Billy. Suck them hard,” I yell and Billy snickers as I push against him. He sucks on my neck hard, likes he’s marking me, and licks up to my face, licking my nose, my lips, devouring my entire face like he can’t get enough.
Suddenly, he stands up, holding up my ass, turns around and lays me on my back on his bed, towering over me. I feel empty and cry out.
“Be patient, greedy little boy. You’re such a little slut for me.”
He slowly grabs my waist and aims his cock for my hole. My pucker aches open and closed seeming to be begging to be filled again.
“Now, you’re going to get it, baby. Oh, Joshie, Billy’s gonna fill that pussy with his great big cock. Just for youi..”
Suddenly, he launches his cock at my hole, sinking the head into my ass in one deep plunge. I cry out. He pounds me like a piston. In and out. In and out. My hole is as bared open as it can be, my legs spread as far and wide as they can. He starts a frenzied rhythm, popping my prostrate with each thrust in and then again on the way out.
He plunges as deeply as he can into my hole and starts to shake and howl. He holds me with his strong arms and lets me take his entire cock into the depths of my ass, pushing as deeply as he could.
“Oh, fuck, Joshie. I’m gonna cum in your wet pussy, baby. Let me fill that hole with my juice.”
His hand tightened on my back, holding me in place. I worked on his cock with my ass, squeezing down with determination using all the expertise I knew. I felt it begin to throb and jerk as it began spitting his thick cum in my depths. At the first gush, Billy let out a familiar orgasmic yell.
His steel rod throbbed as it released spurt after spurt into my chute, his big hard cock so deeply pushed in my hole it made me feel like I was melting from the inside
He slowly pulls his hard cock out of me, pulling the cum and lube and ass out as he pulls, slamming right back into me as it oozes out in all directions around the crack of my ass. He pushes every inch of his cock back into my cum lubed depths one more time, our bodies slapping together with a bounce that took my breath away. Billy held me by the hips and pulled me back hard against his groin, pressing our ball sacks together, swinging underneath us.
As Billy enjoys the aftershocks of his orgasm, he pulls me onto his lap, wrapping my legs around his waist. I felt his cock push into my ass, his substantial girth growing a bit in my already stretched and abused hole.
As he starts to bounce me up and down on his rod, I simply let myself be used as a fuck toy by Billy, lifting me up and popping me down, and at almost the same moment, my own cock began spewing cum without even being touched. I had completely forgotten to touch myself.
As I covered myself and Billy with more cum than I can ever remember spewing, I was seeing stars.
I lay there as if in a dream. Billy pulled me toward him and kissed me, sucking his cum from my lips and mouth. He ruffled my hair with his fingers, kissing me and whispering soothing reassurances as I clung to him and came down from my orgasm.
Billy pulled me up, going to the door and checking the hallway and led me to the shower. Anyone could have seen us on the way or during when we washed and cleaned every inch of each other’s body. Rinsing as we kissed each other passionately, while the water cascaded down our bodies. Billy grabbed my hand and pulled me out of spray. Seeing that we didn’t have towels, he pulled me to run down the hallway with him wet, quickly jumping in our room and slamming the door.
He grabbed a dry towel from the shelf and then gently and sweetly dried every inch of my body, and then his, me watching in awe at his magnificent body. “He said he was mine,” Josh thought. I thew myself into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist, kissing him, saying, “I’m the luckiest little brother in the world.” Billy supporting my ass, kissed me back gently.
“Baby, boy, I’m the ones who’s lucky. You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this,” he said.
“Really?!” I answered. “All you had to do is ask. I’ve loved you from the moment I met you.”
Since Billy’s bed was trashed, we decided to sleep in mine. We lay there together for a long time, talking and enjoying this sensuous time. Billy entwined our arms and legs like vines pulling me to his chest.
“Good night, big bro,” I said softly.
“Good night, little bro,” he responded.
Exhausted, we fell asleep in each other’s arms.
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