Corporal Justin Reed was excited that he was going home on leave tomorrow. He hadn’t been home in almost two years due to deployments and other work issues. He missed his parents but most of all, he missed Tyler, his little brother. They were close despite their four-year age gap. His little brother used to idolized him, followed him around everywhere. He copied Justin and told him that he wanted to be just like him. Over the last two years they texted and sometimes did FaceTime, but it wasn’t the same as just hanging out watching movies or playing video games. One thing that bothered Justin the worst was missing the last two years of Tyler’s football games. He was a wide receiver and so good that recruiters were hounding him about scholarships to play at their schools. Justin kept up with the games as much as he could when he had internet. Tyler had come a long way since Justin left. He was taller, more muscular, he shed his baby fat, he looked like the epitome of an athlete. His little brother was starting to look like a stud.
The night before his flight, Justin Reed was hooking up with a fuck buddy for fear he wouldn’t get any action while visiting home.
“Fuck, bro. What the hell got into you?” Corporal Beau Turner lay face down, ass up, fists clenching the sheets as Justin Bowers plowed down into Beau’s muscular ass. He grunted with each thrust he received.
Justin pressed his hands down into the small of Beau’s lower back, using it as leverage to fuck down deep. “Fucking horny, bro,” he said, panting and groaning.
Beau’s voice sounded like he was struggling. “When aren’t you horny, fucker? You’re wrecking my pussy. God!” Beau tensed up and clenched the sheets tighter. “Aren’t you going home tomorrow?”
“Yeah. That’s why I’m pounding pussy. I don’t know if I’ll get any when I get home. I’m there for two fucking weeks.” His thrusts sped up.
Beau’s head was bouncing up and down, he lifted his heals and bent his knees trying to find a more comfortable position. But his best friend was on a mission to destroy his Marine pussy. He liked getting fucked by Justin. The dude was an alpha beast with a huge dick. When Justin wanted to fuck, you didn’t say no to him. You just accepted it would happen, take off your pants before he ripped them for you, and assume the position.
“Fuuck, bro... you got to cum soon. My pussy can’t take much more, bro.”
“Bitch, I’m close,” Justin growled. “I gotta fill up my boy’s gut before I leave. I’m gonna miss your pussy.”
Beau took the slam-fuck like a man. He was gonna miss Justin’s dick, his late-night fuck texts, his aggressive power thrusts. Beau had other fuck buddies but none like Justin.
Beau groaned though clenched teeth. “Breed me, bro. Fucking load me up!” His voice was low and almost sounded like he was talking out loud to himself, like he was in the middle of a dream, and he was talking in his sleep. He was whispering loudly, “Yeah, load me up. Do it. Load me with you boys. Cunt me. Fuck yeah, fuck yeah, fuck yeah,” he chanted. Beau was in a headspace that he went to with Justin. The fucking was just so good.
Justin jammed his cock in hard which made Beau scream out. Justin shoved Beau’s face into the pillow and released his second load of the hour into his Marine brother. His body jerked a few times while he unloaded. When he was spent, Justin took his hand off his buddy’s head and pulled out of him. He rolled off and lay down next to Beau.
“Shit,” Justin said with a sigh.
“Fuck, Reed. I think you busted my pussy,” said Beau, laying his arm across his forehead while looking up at the ceiling.
Beau laughed. “Shit, motherfucker. Your pussy is indestructible. Your pussy is your superpower.”
“Your cock is my kryptonite, brother.”
They side-bumped their fists. “Word, bro. Big, butch, Marine, faggot pussy,” Justin growled at him.
“Stop it, Reed. You know calling me names like that just makes my pussy squirt, bro.”
“I know. That’s why I do it. I fucking love to watch you turn into a cunt. And I don’t have to use lube. I just use your pussy juice to slide in.”
Beau rolled to his side and lay his head on Justin’s chest. “Don’t want you to go, Reed.”
Justin chuckled. “You don’t want my cock to go.”
“Come on, man. I like you more than just for your cock.”
Justin looked down at him. He ran his fingers through Beau’s blonde flattop. “You know, for a fucking bad-ass Marine, you’re fucking sweet, buddy.”
“Only with you. I use other dudes for their dicks and that’s it.”
“You mean what I do with dude’s pussies?”
Beau looked up at him. “Not mine, you fucking pussy hound.”
Justin smiled. “Nah, Beau. Not yours. You have a golden pussy.”
Beau smirked. “How do you know you won’t get any ass while you’re on leave?”
Justin guffawed. “Bro, I grew up in a small town in the middle of nowhere. The only thing good about that town is the football team. We kick ass every year. My kid brother is on the team. He’s the best they have. It’s his senior year and he’s on his way to a scholarship.”
“What position?”
“Wide Receiver. Kid is fast.”
“As fast as you?”
“Faster.”
“Does he look like you?”
Justin thought about it. “He does now. He’s filled out but I haven’t seen him in person in two years.”
“Got a pic?”
“Yeah.” Justin reached over and grabbed his phone off the side table. He scrolled through Tyler’s Instagram and showed it to Beau.
“Holy fucking shit, bro! That’s your little brother?” Beau grabbed the phone and started scrolling. “Fucking shit, he’s hot as fuck.”
Justin beamed with pride. “Yeah, my little brother has fucking blossomed.”
“Seriously, Reed, that is some prime muscle boy pussy right there. Look at those fucking football pants.”
Justin had already stared at the picture many times. The boy could wear the fuck out of a pair of spandex football pants. Justin remembered wearing a pair just like them when he was in high school. He remembered how skintight they were, and they made his ass look so amazing. Bubble butts were genetic in his family. Every male had one. The more he looked at his brother’s, the more he thought it was better than his own. Yeah, the kid was shit hot. If Justin could meet someone like him, he wouldn’t let that kid go.
Justin sighed. “Right? Even I can’t deny that ass in football pants.” He pinched the screen and zoomed in on his brother’s ass. “Jesus, bro, if he wasn’t my little brother...”
Beau sat up and turned to him. “If he wasn’t your little brother... what?” His look told Justin to go on.
Justin looked at him with a naughty smirk. “I’d throw him down on the ground, rip open those football pants, and bury my cock so far up his pussy. I’d make him my bitch.”
Beau grinned. “Reed...that is so fucking hot, bro.”
“Yeah? Does that turn you on?”
“Bro, fuck yeah. Look at the kid. Look at you. I’d pay to watch that shit go down.”
Justin smirked. He knew he should be creeped out by confessing his lust for his brother. But Beau was his fuck buddy, and a freak. That’s why he wasn’t shocked that Beau thought the whole thing would be hot.
“You think he’s into dudes?” Beau asked.
Justin shrugged. “Not that I know of. But like I said, it’s been a couple years. We used to be so close. Now it feels like I barely know him.”
“How old is he?” Beau asked as he scrolled through more pictures.
“Just turned eighteen.”
Beau perked up. “Bro, he’s legal.”
Justin gave him a strange look. “Yeah. So?”
“Bro, who cares if he’s straight or not. Get some little bro ass.”
The thought of it made Justin shiver. Taking a guy by force was his favorite thing to do. Not rape, per say, but just a little extra “encouragement,” especially if the other dude insisted on topping. Justin would just take control and manhandle the son-of-a-bitch. The dude was going to get Justin’s dick in his ass one way or the other.
“Bro, I’m not raping my brother,” Justin said in a scolding tone.
“You’re not fun,” Beau said with a crooked smile. “Ok, but what if he wanted to have sex with you?”
Justin thought again. “I mean, if he wanted to... I guess I wouldn’t say no.”
“Does he know you’re into dudes?”
“No.”
Beau smiled. “Then for all you know, he might be a fag.”
“I dunno. I’m just looking forward to seeing him play.”
Beau was still scrolling through Tyler’s thirst traps. “Fuck,” he murmured as he looked at Justin’s little brother shirtless, posing, showing off.
“He is a hot little fucker,” Justin said.
Beau put the phone down. He rolled over onto Justin and kissed him. “I’m gonna ride you. I wanna bounce on your cock.”
Justin laughed. “Did my little brother make you horny for more cock?”
“The thought of both of you at the same time made me horny.”
“Then climb on my club, Marine. I’ll put a devil dog in your gut before I leave. But you better be pregnant when I get back.”
The next day, Justin exited the plane and made his way to security. He slipped a card with the number of a hot little flight attendant he had just met, into his pocket. Sure, the kid was a little bit fem, but he had a hot build and an even hotter ass. The flight attendant told him to stop by his hotel room later. Justin went through security. Someone was supposed to pick him up. He didn’t know which family member though, but hoped it was his little brother, Tyler. Justin searched for anyone he knew. His eye was immediately drawn to a muscular hunk. He was standing there in form fitting jeans, and a tight t-shirt and a ball cap. Damn, the guy was hot as fuck. His muscular arms were crossed over his chest. Then, that guy waved at him. Justin pointed at himself and mouthed the word “me?” The guy started laughing and ran toward him. It was then that Justin realized the gorgeous hunk of muscle was his little brother, who was not so little anymore.
“Justin!” Tyler called out before he grabbed Justin around the waist and lifted him off the ground, bear hugging his older brother. Justin was immediately taken by surprise. He’d never been lifted like that before. His little bro was strong; his hug was powerful.
“Welcome home!”
“Jesus Christ kid!” Justin laughed. “Put me down, you little shit.” Tyler set him down and hugged him again. Justin stepped back and looked his brother up and down. “I didn’t fucking recognize you!”
Tyler laughed. “I recognized you though. Big, bad-ass Marine strutting around like he’s hot shit,” he teased.
“I got to keep up my rep.” Justin looked at his brother again. “Look at you. You almost as big as...”
“As you,” Tyler finished his sentence. “Good. That was the goal.”
Justin was surprised and flattered. “Yeah? You trying to look like me, huh?”
Tyler hugged him again. He rested his chin on Justin’s shoulder. “I want to be you, dude.”
Justin again felt a wave of pride. Pride in himself and his brother. He smiled and replied, “Careful what you wish for.”
Tyler patted him on the back. “Why is that?”
They broke their hug. “Being me can get complicated.” He winked at Tyler.
“Complicated, huh? I think there’s a story there.” Tyler picked up Justin’s bag.
Justin tried to take it back. “Hey, you don’t have to do that.”
Tyler yanked it back. “Fuck you. I’ll do it,” he told him with a sneer.
Justin smiled and shrugged. “Fine by me. You gonna wait on me hand and foot while I’m here?” he teased.
Tyler looked at him with a serious face. “I can if you want me to.”
Justin saw the seriousness in his handsome brother’s eyes. Justin snorted a laugh. “What? No, Tyler. I was kidding.”
Tyler almost looked disappointed. “Oh.” Then he tried to recover. “I know you were kidding. I’m just playin with you.”
In Justin’s head he was thinking he would love it if Tyler played with him, his body anyway.
They looked at each other as they walked in silence towards the parking garage. It was not awkward for either of them. Then Tyler said, “I would though.”
Somehow, Justin knew he was telling the truth. “I know you would, buddy,” he replied. He put his arm around his brother’s muscular shoulders as they walked.
The night before, Tyler was so excited his big brother was coming home. He hadn’t seen him in person for two years and he missed him so much. They were so close as kids, even though there was an age gap. He idolized Justin. He felt like they missed out on so much, birthdays, holidays, all Tyler’s football games. He spend the last two years training hard and working his ass off to become the best wide receiver in the district. A few recruiters had contacted him in the hopes of getting Tyler to attend their colleges. They would come to his games and watch him play. Right now, one recruiter in particular was making more headway than the others. Thad Morton had more to offer Tyler, something the other recruiters couldn’t.
“Fuck,” Tyler hissed. He lay on his stomach, Thad’s cock sawing in and out of his upturned muscle ass.
Thad looked down at the 18-year-old athlete, in awe of how developed his rock-hard back was. He’d never seen a kid this young with such a big, sexy back. His shoulders and lats were wide, his waist was tiny, but his ass was like two bowling balls, round and hard.
“Good boy,” Thad growled. “Fucking tight jock pussy. God, I love my job.”
Tyler smirked. He was craning his neck, trying to look forward. His arms were stretched out in front of him, holding on the edge of the mattress. He didn’t know meeting up with this recruiter would lead to him getting his ass railed in the man’s hotel room. From the first second Tyler saw Thad, all he wanted was that man’s cock. Thad was Tyler’s perfect type, older, jacked, handsome, and aggressive. In the last two years, Tyler experimented and learned what he liked. Once he established that, he started putting out all over the place until he was well versed in the art of taking cock. There was a connection between the two from the first handshake. The sexual tension was thick, and Tyler let him know that he was into him with heavy flirting, flexing, and eye contact.
Thad already knew what Tyler looked like from his online profile on the school’s website and also from hours of cumming on himself while looking at Tyler’s Instagram. But Tyler was even better in person. Tyler was tall, handsome as fuck, jacked and such a fuckable ass. The way Tyler was flaunting his body and ass, Thad knew what the kid wanted. Being as young as he was, Tyler was obviously a jock slut.
“If I commit to your school, you gonna be up in my pussy all the time?” Tyler’s voice was gravelly from all the grunting and groaning he had been doing for the last hour.
“Kid, if you commit, not only will I be up in you all the time, but I will make sure you’ll be swimming in dick. If you want, I’ll have dudes all lined up, one right after the other, all waiting for a turn to breed your jock pussy.”
“Fuck yeah,” said Tyler. He had a huge grin on his face from the fuck and his visualizations of a potential future at Thad’s school.
Thad thought about all the ass he could get from this kid, and all the dudes he knew who would love a shot at Tyler’s football cunt, especially rich alumni with deep pockets. Thinking about it made him speed up his pace. He was butt-slamming the kid into the mattress. Tyler was making loud, staccato yelps with each thrust. The kid spread his legs wider, arched his back, tilting his ass up. He squeezed his hole as tight as he could around Thad’s thrusting cock. Thad felt the constriction around his cock. He loved this kid’s pussy control.
“You keep doing that and I’m gonna blast your pussy,” he warned.
In response, Tyler came up on his elbows and squeezed his hole as hard as he could. “Good! That’s why I’m trying to do, bro.”
“Fucking Christ, kid, you’re a fucking slut!” Thad threw back his head, mouth open wide, and he groaned as he shot load number two into the football player’s ass.
“Fuck yeah, I can feel it. Fuck yeah. Shoot in my cum-dump jock hole.”
Thad collapsed onto Tyler’s back. Both were panting and breathing hard. Thad lay there for a few minutes before he put his lips to Tyler’s ear and said, “I’m gonna fuck your pussy every fucking chance I get for the next four years.”
Tyler chuckled. “Assuming I pick your school.”
“You’ll pick me. Unless you got another recruiter boning you.”
“Not yet.”
“Not yet,” Thad repeated mockingly. He scoffed. “There isn’t another recruiter out there as hot as me, and who can fuck you like you need.” Then Thad remembered another recruiter, Colton Hastings. Colton and Thad had a rivalry. Like Thad, Colton was hot as fuck and had a penchant for fucking new recruits to bribe them to come play at his school.
“Wait, have you met Colton Hastings, yet?” Thad asked.
Tyler shook his head. “No. Supposed to meet with him next week. Why?”
Thad groaned. “Just be careful with him.”
“Why? Is he gonna fuck me too?” Tyler asked with a chuckle.
“Oh yeah,” Thad answered right away.
“Really?” Tyler asked surprised at Thad’s answer.
“That dude can smell jock pussy a mile away. If he thinks a potential recruit is into dudes, there’s no stopping him.”
“Wait, is that what you’re doing?” Tyler laughed.
“Well, yeah. But he’ll kick you to the curb once you sign. Me, I’ll keep boning you until I can’t bone you anymore.”
Tyler laughed. “Christ, bro. You must be fucking swimming in jock pussy. I’m sure you have boys stashed all over that school.”
“Not one like you. Don’t get me wrong, they’re all hot, but you are one of a kind. Jacked up, muscle boy, power bottoms like you don’t come around that often. You can be guaranteed I’m going to keep you as happy as I can. Anything you want, baby boy. Anything. I’ll break all the rules. You want a car? Done. You want an apartment? Done. You want the hottest dudes to fuck you? Done.”
“Pimp me out?” Tyler asked. He was half joking.
Thad purred in his ear and humped his ass. “Fuck, kid. That’s so hot. Yeah, I can whore you out.”
“You’re gaining points by the minute,” Tyler said with a grin. He turned his head so he could see the man on top of him. “Your bitch wants a kiss.” Thad thought he had found Nirvana with this boy. He kissed the boy, and they made out like that for a long time. Tyler knew his worth. He knew he was hot. He knew he could get anyone he wanted. He used that to his advantage. “Treat me well and I’ll be the best pussy boy you’ve ever had.”
Thad’s dick twitched inside the boy’s ass. “God damn it. You keep getting better and better.”
Finally, Tyler groaned. “Alright, I got to get home.”
“What? No, Tyler. I got another load in me.”
“Nah, bro. I got to go. Tomorrow morning I have to pick up my brother at the airport.”
Thad pulled out of Tyler and rolled off. He looked at the beautiful athlete. “No way. There’s another one of you?”
Tyler got out of bed and stood up. He stretched his arms to limber up. Thad had him in a million different positions in the last hour. Tyler laughed. “Just one other. My big brother.”
“Fuck. Does he look anything like you?”
Tyler thought about it. “No. I look like him. Almost.”
“Christ. You’re making me bone up again, boy.” He laid back his head in frustration. “Come on. Can’t you see him anytime?”
“No. I haven’t seen him in two years. He’s a Marine and he’s coming home for two weeks.”
Thad looked like he was overwhelmed. “He looks like you AND he’s a fucking Marine? My God, what are you doing to me, kid?” He sat up. “Ok, now you HAVE to show me a picture.”
Tyler opened his phone and brought up his library. He scrolled through until he found one. It was his favorite picture of Justin in his desert fatigue pants, desert boots, and an olive-green t-shirt so tight it looks plastered to his muscular body. Many times Tyler laid in bed, looking at that picture of his brother and beating off so many loads over the last two years. He idolized his brother so much growing up and then when Tyler hit puberty, he started seeing his big brother differently. When he looked at his brother, all Tyler saw was muscle, masculinity, drive, athletic superiority. Those traits are what Tyler looks for in a sex partner. These are the kinds of men he sought out over the last two years whenever he got laid. In fact, it was almost a prerequisite for any dude that wanted to fuck him. A couple times, he even got lucky with a Marine. Anything to fill the void his brother left. Now, Justin was coming home for two weeks, and Tyler couldn’t be more excited.
Tyler showed Thad the picture. When Thad saw it, his eyes got big, and he looked up at Tyler. “THIS is your brother? Holy fucking shit is he hot! Jesus, kid! You do look like him. No denying you are brothers. Fuck me.”
Tyler beamed with pride. He loved hearing people gush over his brother; his gorgeous, bad-ass, Marine brother.
“Yeah, he’s a hot dude.” Tyler pulled up his pants.
“Is he into dudes?”
Tyler scoffed. “God, no. Big, bad devil dog is a pussy magnet.”
“So are you if you wanted it.”
“Nah. Justin is hetero as they come.” Tyler sounded frustrated.
Thad raised an eyebrow. “Do you WISH he was gay?” Tyler blushed and Thad had his answer. Thad laughed. “You dirty boy,” he said deviously.
“Shut up,” Tyler said embarrassed.
“It’s all good, kid. I don’t judge. You bro is a hot, hot dude. You’d be crazy not to crush on him.”
“Sometimes, it feels more than just a crush.”
“Really? You want him to fuck you?” Thad was excited to hear the answer. He’s fucked around with brothers before but not a football player and a Marine.
“Don’t judge me, but I wouldn’t say no.”
“You horny, little, kink fucker,” Thad growled. “If that’s the case, kid, I think I can definitely keep you happy.”
“Yeah, yeah. I’m out of here. How long are you in town for?” Tyler asked before he left.
“Kid, I came here just for you. But... I got what I came for,” he said with a wink and a smirk.
“And I got what I came for today.”
As Tyler drove his brother from the airport, he kept tying to steal glances at his gorgeous sibling. The uniform Justin was wearing alone was enough to make Tyler bone up.
Justin was no different than Tyler. Since he wasn’t driving, all Justin did was steal glances at his hot younger brother. The hot football player driving his truck, his t-shirt too tight and his jeans painted on.
Tyler caught him looking. “What?”
“What?” replied Justin sounding nonchalant.
“You were looking at me. Do I have something on my face?” he asked as he checked himself out in the mirror.
Justin laughed. “No. Give me a break. I haven’t seen you in two years. I’m just trying to get used to how much older you look.”
A worried Tyler replied, “What? I look old? I don’t look old.”
“I said you look older, not old. You were sixteen when I left. Now, you’re so grown up. You’ve turned into a stud, bro.”
Tyler’s heart was warm. He felt a tingle in his spine. He was so happy that his brother thought he was a stud. He blushed. “Dude, I’m not a stud.” They looked at each other. “Ok,” Tyler said. “Maybe I am a stud.” They both laughed.
“You dick deep in pussy, little bro?” Justin asked. He hoped Tyler would say no.
Tyler’s smile went away. “No,” he simply stated. That made Justin happy.
Justin give him a crazy look. “WHAT? Shut the fuck up. Why not?”
Tyler shrugged. “I just don’t have time right now. I got school, football, gym. And girls just want to date me because of who I am.”
“Dude! Shut up! Tyler, you’re hot as fuck. It doesn’t matter who you are.”
Tyler’s head snapped toward Justin. “What?” Hearing his brother say he was hot made his brain explode.
“What? I said it doesn’t matter who you are.”
“No, you said I was hot as fuck.”
Justin stopped. He said it so fast without thinking about it. But it was true and anyone could see it. “Yeah. So? You are hot as fuck. Bitches have to be blind not to see it” Justin paused. “I bet there are dudes who would kill to get with you.” Tyler looked at him with a nervous smile. “And even if they were chasing you because of who you are, fuck it. Pussy is pussy, a hole is a hole, no matter how you get it.”
Tyler couldn’t believe his brother was actually telling him to fuck girls and boys if he wanted to. Seems his big brother really was complicated. Tyler just assumed that being a Marine, Justin would be less tolerant. Tyler was wrong. He grinned and was elated his brother thought so highly of him. It made him almost giddy. “God, I missed you,” he said as he reached out and grabbed onto Justin’s shoulder and shook it affectionately.
Justin reached up and put his hand on his brothers. In all seriousness, Justin replied, “I missed you too.”
They looked at each other and the gaze was held too long, hand touching was too long. They were quiet but still looking. Tyler’s eyes flitted to the road and then back again. His eyes started tearing up.
Justin saw the tears. “Hey, what is it?”
More tears came from Tyler’s blue eyes. “I missed you so much, Justin. I fuckin hate not having you here.”
Justin’s heart became heavy. “Oh Tyler. I hate not being here too. I’ve missed the best years of your life so far. I’m really sorry I haven’t been here.”
“I know you can’t help it. It’s not like you can just come home whenever you want.”
Justin chuckled. “Yeah, no. AWOL is not a good thing.”
Tyler started thinking about things that were going on since Justin left. And now he knew if there was anyone he could talk to about being gay, it was Justin. “There’s just so many things I wanted to talk to you about. Stuff I wanted to tell you. Stuff I can’t tell anyone else.”
Justin raised his eyebrows. He was intrigued. This conversation had all the makings of a coming out story. “Tyler, you can still tell me. You know you can tell me anything.”
Tyler nodded and wiped his eyes. “I know. I know.” He looked at himself in the mirror. “Fuck. I’m sitting here crying like a little bitch.”
Justin laughed. “Don’t worry about it. I like that you’re crying. It shows me how much you care and that you miss me. You’re not a little bitch.”
Tyler laughed to himself because last night. Thad called him a bitch for two hours straight and he fucking loved it. “Yeah, well crying in front of a fucking Marine makes anyone a little bitch.”
“Hey. You can cry on my shoulder anytime you fucking want. Hear me? I love you. I’m your brother and that’s my job; to be there for you and listen to what’s bothering you.”
Tyler smiled. “You’re the best brother on the planet.”
“Ok, you’re going to make this Marine cry and THAT’S not cool.” Justin grinned and then they both laughed.
Tyler laughed. “Sorry.” His stomach knotted up. He wanted to tell his brother that he was gay, but they were approaching their house, and it didn’t feel like a good time. “Can we talk later?”
“Of course.” Justin was mildly disappointed, but this might be a conversation they could both benefit from. “And I got something I want to talk about too.”
They got home and the first thing Justin did after greeting his parents was to take a shower. His old room was kept just the way he left it when he enlisted 2 years ago. Football and baseball trophies lined the shelves and old sports posters still taped to the wallpaper. His bed was still made up with the same blanket and pillow he’d had all through high school. The nostalgia in the room was thick.
Justin and Tyler’s bedrooms were separated with a jack-n-jill bathroom, so they had to share it. Justin got out of the shower, dried off, and wrapped a towel around his waist. He was horny as hell and decided he would make up an excuse and go fuck that flight attendant before the kid left in the morning. He was shaving at the sink when Taylor walked in from his bedroom door.
Tyler saw his brother standing there in nothing but a towel. Justin’s body was beautiful, like carved from granite. His chest were like to steel plates, his 8-pack abs were amazing, his shoulder caps were bulbous, and his biceps were huge. Tyler had stopped in his tracks with his mouth open.
“Oh, sorry. Didn’t know you were in here.”
Justin chuckled. “Dude, it’s fine. It’s your bathroom too. Remember when we used to fight over who got to use it first in the mornings before school?”
Tyler laughed. “Yeah. I’ve had it all to myself for the last two years. Weird to see someone else using it.” Tyler tried not to stare at his brother’s half naked body.
Justin noticed his brother’s sly glances. “I’m just finishing up.” He splashed hot water on his face and then applied some aftershave.
The smell of the aftershave wafted up to Tayler’s nose and he closed his eyes and breathed it in. It was the same aftershave Justin used in high school. Some things never change. The smell was like a trigger making Tyler think back to those days when Justin was still in high school. The oaky, masculine smell lingered in the air while Tyler would get ready for school. It was his brother’s smell.
“Still using that brand, huh?”
Justin looked at him and then looked down at the bottle of aftershave. “Oh yeah. If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it. Can’t believe you remember that.”
“I smelled it for like four years when you were in high school. Hard not to remember that.” Sometimes Tyler would dab some on his pillow at night so he could remember Justin’s smell.
“Bathroom is all yours.” Justin gathered his kit.
“Wanna watch a movie?” Tyler asked.
Justin opened the door to his room. “Oh, can’t. I’m going out.”
Tyler suddenly looked rejected. “You are? Where? You just got home.”
Justin tried to think of a good alibi. “I texted Reggie.” Reggie was a buddy from high school that still lived in town. “He wants to meet up for a beer. I haven’t seen him in years.”
“Oh.” Tyler looked down at the floor and shuffled a foot. “When are you coming back?”
Justin saw the kid’s disappointment and he hated it. “I’ll only be gone a couple of hours. We’ll hang when I get back. Cool?”
Tyler blew out a puff of air. “Yeah. I guess.”
“Hey, pick out a movie. We’ll watch it when I get back.”
Tyler smiled. “Cool.”
Justin got dressed and borrowed his father’s truck and made his way to the hotel where the flight attendant was staying on his layover. Justin looked hot in a pair of skintight, faded jeans, combat boots; a tight, gray t-shirt, and a beat-up ball cap. He looked like the poster boy for straight, toxic masculinity. Fuck, what was the kid’s name? He pulled the card out of his back pocket. His name was Porter.
He knocked on the door. Porter opened it and his mouth fell open when he saw the gorgeous Marine. Justin gave him a smirk of approval. Porter was a cute kid, probably no older than 19 or 20. He was wearing a form-fitting t-shirt and shorts. His body was tight and muscular like a gymnast. Justin took it upon himself to just walk in, shut the door behind him, and without a single hello, pushed Porter against the wall, and ravaged his mouth. Porter was in shock. He didn’t expect things to start to quickly. There wasn’t much he could do since he was only five-eight, and Justin was six-three, and outweighed Porter by at least 70 pounds. Justin lifted Porter up under his armpits, turned, and threw him on the bed. Porter landed with a grunt. He looked up and saw the muscular behemoth coming at him. As Justin approached, he took off his hat and shirt. He unfastened his jeans and crawled up on the bed. He grabbed Porter’s shorts and yanked them off and threw them to the floor. Porter saw the gruff look on the Marine’s face. He was starting to think he bit off more than he could chew.
“Hey, slow down, cowboy,” Porter said nervously. “Not even a hello?”
“I’m here to fuck.” Justin’s voice was gravelly, low, sexy.
Porter had a scared look on his face. “Ok, ok. Just calm down.”
Justin scoffed. The poor kid looked scared to death. But the kid shouldn’t have gave him his number if he didn’t want to play with the big boys. He remembered Porter was a little effeminate, but in a pinch like this, Justin didn’t mind femboys if the boy was cute and had a killer body. And Justin was cute and had a hot, tight little body. The kid knew his way around a gym. Justin loved the smaller guys because they were easier to throw around. The Marine felt even more superior if the dude he was fucking was even a little effeminate. Of course, he preferred the company of manly men, but in cases like this, the kid would do just fine. This kid was about to get schooled in sex with a Marine.
“Kid, never tell a Marine to calm down.”
“Huh... why not?”
“Because we don’t know how. I only know how to kill or maim.”
“Oh, Jesus Christ,” Porter murmured as he crawled back until he hit the headboard. “Listen, you’re hot as fuck, but you’re scaring the shit out of me.”
Justin crawled right up between the kid’s legs, put his hand on Porter’s throat but didn’t squeeze; just held him in place. “You should be scared,” he said in a low, gravelly tone. Then he jerked Porter’s head to the side, which made the boy gasp, and licked him from his chin and up the side of his cheek.
Porter felt the wet, warm tongue slather his face, a sign of dominance. When he saw the handsome Marine sitting in first class, Porter thought he was so hot. Then they made eye contact a few times. Porter was surprised because he assumed the Marine was straight because he exuded masculine energy. But Justin smiled at him a few times. The best moment was when Justin stared right at him and adjusted himself. Porter went to his backpack and found his business card he carried just for times like these. He gave it to Justin as he deplaned.
“Oh god,” Porter whispered. He couldn’t decide if he was more scared, or just really turned on.
“Such a cute boy,” Justin said as he kissed Porter’s neck. Porter closed his eyes as he felt the Marine kissing one of his erogenous zones. “Such a pretty boy.”
Porter knew he was effeminate. He was out and proud and didn’t care what people thought. He was your typical 20-year-old gay boy who liked to go to clubs, go shopping, watch reality TV, and, of course, workout. He knew a hot body would catch more guys. So, he assumed Justin was into femboys. Probably made him feel more manly. Porter thought that was a little sad but, at that moment, who cares. The dude was huge, masculine, and rugged.
“You like pretty boys?” Porter asked quietly.
“Mmmm... I love pretty boys,” replied Justin. He kissed Porter’s shoulder and then he clamped his mouth on the boy’s lips. He forced his tongue in and jammed it down Porter’s throat. Porter thought the man was going to swallow his face. They made out, running hands over muscular bodies. Porter lifted his legs and wrapped them around Justin’s waist. He wrapped his arms around Justin’s massive shoulders.
“Fuck, you’re so big,” Porter said in aw because Justin dwarfed him.
“Don’t worry. I won’t crush my little pretty boy.” Justin kissed him again. “But I will fuck the shit out of you.”
Porter’s heart skipped. He reached down and felt Justin’s cock. It was thick, like a fucking RedBull can. He skimmed the cock with his hand. It made his little hole throb. “You cock is huge. I can’t take that.”
Justin pulled a way, sat up and looked down at him. “Don’t pussy out on me, faggot.”
Porter swallowed hard. “I’m... I’m not. I just... it’s obvious that you’re too big.”
“It’ll fit,” Justin replied bluntly.
Porter looked up at him doubtfully. “Uh... no it won’t.”
Justin clenched his jaw. He bent down until he was almost nose to nose. “It. Will. Fit.” His voice was stern; each word was stressed.
Porter stared up at him, fear in his blue eyes. “Listen, I’ll blow you, you can eat me out, you can finger me, but you can’t fuck me.” He tried to be firm, but it didn’t come out that way.
Justin almost smiled. “Listen here, you little pansy-assed faggot. When I say it will fit, it will fucking fit. I fuck sluts your size all the fucking time.” Then he leaned in closer again. “I’m fucking horny, boy. Don’t make me force you.”
Porter’s eyes grew big. He wasn’t expecting anything like this. What had he gotten himself into? He gulped. “Um... please... don’t. Please?”
Justin was still staring him down. “Be a good boy and I won’t have to because, pretty boy, I’m fucking a load into you one way or another.” He was so close that Porter could feel spittle from Justin’s lips. “Trust me. No one will hear you scream.”
Porter thought he was going to piss himself. He decided to play along. He thought if he did, he would be ok. He nodded his head. “I’ll be a good boy,” he said with a smile. He hoped his smile was convincing.
Justin smiled. “That’s my good boy.”
Justin was laughing inside. He was scaring the shit out of the kid, and he loved it. The best fucks were the ones where the dude was scared shitless. Justin felt so powerful when that happened. Would he rape the kid? Probably not. But he sure as shit thought about it. He blamed it on the Marines. They instilled that inner rage, the need to conquer, to dominate, to take what you want, when you wanted it, from whoever you wanted it from. He’d done it before but only with guys he knew could take it. This kid weighed a buck-five. Justin would have split him open if he got rough.
Porter pulled him down gently for a soft kiss. It was a sweet kiss. Justin liked it. It showed how delicate the boy was.
Justin saw some lube on the bedside table. He took some, applied to his fingers, and reached down under Porter and found his hole. Since Porter knew Justin was coming over, he was prepared. He loosened himself up with a butt-plug, but still, Justin’s fingers were thick. Justin looked down at the boy. His finger found the tight hole, and he pushed in. Porter gasped. Justin smiled. He fingered the kid, adding another finger after a while and then another, until he was satisfied Porter was loose enough.
Justin scooted back, grabbed Porter’s ankles and pulled him down the bed until he was flat. Then Justin spread Porter’s legs out wide. He aimed his cock at the hole and pushed in. Porter’s mouth gaped, his eyes bulged, and a silent scream escaped.
“Shh, shh,” Justin tried to calm him. “You’re fine. Relax, relax.”
Porter felt the pain of the huge cock trying to burrow it’s way into him. He tried to spread his legs wider, hoping that would relieve pressure. It didn’t.
“Oh shit,” Porter whined. “Oh shit, oh shit.”
“Shh. I’m almost in, pretty boy. You’re doing so well, pretty boy.”
Porter nodded, his eyes crying. He felt more than full. He felt overflowing. Justin watched the boy. He loved nothing more than watching a bottom’s face when Justin was penetrating him. He loved watching the pain in their face. He loved watching pain turn to pleasure.
Finally, Justin hit bottom. “I’m in, baby,” he whispered. “I told you it would fit.”
Porter nodded again. He was taking deep breaths and blowing it out. “You’re killing me,” he whispered.
“It will feel better soon,” Justin said softly. “Your little pussy is so warm, baby boy.”
Justin stayed where he was, letting Porter get used to it. Porter’s breathing slowed down. He was finally getting through the pain. Until, Justin started to pull out. Porter felt every inch of that cock sliding out of him. When Justin got to the tip, he reversed and pushed in again. Porter’s hands were clamped onto Justin’s biceps, squeezing hard. He was whimpering as the cock hit bottom and then retreated again. Justin kept up the slow in and out until Porter seemed to be starting to enjoy.
“You good, pretty boy?” Justin asked him.
Porter nodded. It definitely felt better. “Yes. Jesus, I feel so full.”
“Good boy.” Justin put Porter’s legs over his shoulders and leaned in for a passionate kiss. As they kissed, Justin sped up his fucking. Porter was making sounds that coincided with each thrust.
Justin released the kiss and immediately Porter became louder. “Ugh, ugh, ugh,” he kept grunting over and over. “Ugh, ugh, ugh.”
Justin grinned. That was the sound of success. A hot muscle boy grunting because Justin was fucking him. “Feel good?” he asked with a smile.
Porter smiled. “Sorry I doubted you,” he said through struggled breaths.
“It’s ok. I would never hurt a pretty boy like you.” Justin watched Porter’s face. He thought the kid was so fucking handsome. He wasn’t cute, he was handsome. Maybe not even as fem as Justin thought he was. He was taking cock very well and there were no high-pitched whining.
“Fuck me, Justin,” Porter moaned. “Fuck me!”
Justin took that as his que to rev things up. Careful not to crush the boy, he began a harder thrust, faster, more deliberate. He fucked the hole with long strokes. Porter was in a state of complete euphoria. His mouth was open, but nothing was coming out.
“Fucking tight boy pussy,” Justin growled.
“Yes! Fuck my boy pussy! Fuck me, daddy!”
Justin smiled again. I fucking love it when they call me daddy. “Daddys’ fucking you, baby boy. Daddys’s fucking his pretty boy.”
“Oh, god! Daddy!” Porter’s head was tossing back and forth. His body was writhing.
“Daddys’ got you, pussy boy.” Justin’s voice took on a new tenor. It was more aggressive, more deep, more snarled. “Daddys’ cunting you.”
Porter looked up at the man railing him. He actually liked the change in tone. “Daddys’ cunting his pussy boy? Huh? Cunting my pussy.”
Justin liked the kid playing along. “Daddy is gonna unload in your gash.”
Porter gasped. “Fuck yeah,” he growled back.
“You ready for daddy to fill up your slutty little pussy?”
“Uh huh! Yes! Do it! I want your cum in my pussy!”
Justin slammed in and howled out. He jettisoned a huge, gooey load into the handsome, little pretty boy. His body convulsed until he had no cum left to give. He watched as Porter stroked himself off and came all over his chest and face. “SSSHHHIT!”
Justin was careful when he pulled out. He didn’t want to overwhelm the kid. He laid down next to Porter who was breathing hard, panting. Porter used his forearm to wipe sweat from his brow.
“Oh my fucking god,” Porter whispered. “Oh my fucking god,” he said louder.
Justin snickered. “Did you like that?”
“I thought I was going to die from pain. Then I thought I was going to die from the pleasure.”
“Yeah. That’s how it usually goes,” Justing said laughing.
“I mean, I can’t believe that fucking python fit inside me.”
“I know what I’m doing. I’ve fucked a lot of little pretty boys like you. They all freak the fuck out at first.”
“No shit,” Porter said sarcastically. “They all thought it was the last night of their lives. If you didn’t kill them, your dick would.”
Justin waved him off. “I wasn’t going to rape you. I just needed you to cooperate.”
“You weren’t? You’re a fucking good actor. You do that all the time?”
Justin shrugged. “Not always. Just when I have some cock-tease that won’t cooperate. Then I have to go to the dark side.”
Porter arched an eyebrow. “So you have forced yourself on a guy?”
Justin looked at him like he was crazy. “Dude, I’m a Marine. Of course, I have.”
“I’m not sure if I should be disgusted or turned on.” Porter was half smiling.
“Some guys deserve it.”
Porter guffawed. “Well, that’s not true. But, I’m not gonna get into that with you.”
“Good. You’d lose that argument.”
It was true. Justin had forced himself onto men. But, it was usually a guy who had disrespected him, done him wrong, or teased him with the promise of sex. Those dudes deserved what they got. Besides, Justin thought, some of them were “repeat customers” after he was through with them. He guessed some dudes needed to be knocked down a peg or two before they realized they were just submissive little pussies.
Justin looked at his watch and sat up. “Shit. I have to go.”
Porter frowned. “What? Come on, man.”
“Sorry, I have to go.” Justin was hoping on one foot as he tried to pull his jeans on one leg at a time.
“Fuck me one more time.”
Justin looked at the handsome guy. Boy, he wanted to fuck this kid all night. But then he thought of his little brother sitting at home, in his room, watching TV by himself. He shook his head. “No. No, I have to go.”
Porter rolled his eyes. He sat there watching the stud get dressed. He had an idea. “You smell like sex.”
Justin looked over at him.
“You need a shower. Unless you’re on your way to another fuck boy,” Porter said with a grin.
Justin was in thought. “Shit. You’re right. Fuck.” He looked at his watch again.
Porter scooted to the end of the bed and came up on his knees. And in a sexy voice said, “Can daddy fuck his pretty boy in the shower?”
Justin almost fell over. His dick started to get hard. He was a sucker for a pretty boy calling him daddy. Porter’s muscles where ripped, his abs etched out of stone. His waist was so small.
“Let me ride you as you carry me into the shower.”
“Oh fucking hell!” Justin exclaimed as he took off all his clothes again. He sat down on the bed and Porter face him and straddled his legs. He reached behind and took Justin’s hard cock, put it against his hole and he sat down. Both men gasped. Then Justin easily stood up, bouncing the kid on his cock as he walked them into the shower.
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