All depicted activities and individuals are fully consenting adults, at least 18 years old at all times.
Author Note: (You all want a quick, short, and hot cum, well, here is a short from me! Yes, I am working on all my unfinished priors—stay tuned, patience please!)
I could not move. I dare not move. My seven-inch cut cock was so instantly hard; I have never had precum oozing like this. My older brother, Lance, was right beside me in this queen-size bed. I was looking away with my head on my pillow, barely awake, half pretending to be asleep; yet I was so suddenly horny (again) and turned on not just by my nocturnal, very wet oozing erection, but Lance’s huge, hard penis pressing against my underwear covering my split ass crack.
We were in the triple garage. We had set up a makeshift Kitchen and hooked up the appliances there with all our clothes/personal belongings, and supplies. It was a hot late June weekend; high school had just gotten out. Mom and Dad, both mid-level management in retail, were at a cheap motel and not able to afford us along with them; we were suffering through their insane midlife decision to do one of these fucking whole-home renovations from hell! Then again, this might be a dream cum true summer!
The garage, driveway, and front yard; the exterior; the backyard pool, patio, deck, sauna, hot tub, and outdoor shower were the only parts of the property and house that weren't being dramatically changed. No other part inside was accessible except for a two-piece shitter on the main floor, accessible through the side door of the laundry room. No other family, friends or neighbours could take us separately or together for the ten weeks of hell, so we volunteered (-told) to tough it out in the garage, like rough camping as kids. Before this, it was a very clean garage with a tile floor and full drywall, almost like a family room or rec room. No gas, automobile fumes, or odours at all!
I had just turned 18, and Lance was coming up on 19. He was slated to start at a local college in the fall, and I had one more year of high school. Neither of us had a current girlfriend, but we had each confided the loss of our virginity this past year with some school bitches do-me and broom-me. Ha!
We had just spent the entire day hanging out in the backyard and pool, watching contractors rip the place fucking apart; it's been going on for several days now, and would not end till the fall, some 10 weeks from now.
We were both very athletic in high school and similar in appearance; I (Billy) was slimmer and wirier, defined, with longer, curly brown hair and blue eyes; Lance was ripped with a lot more muscle, lighter, shorter hair and green eyes; both of us were considered very handsome. I was six feet tall, and Lance was almost three inches taller and huskier, alpha-dominant, like a muscular wrestler.
It was just the two of us brothers in our home life; we had seen each other naked hundreds of times as we shared a Jack and Jack four-piece full bathroom between our bedrooms. I knew his dick was bigger than mine, but never did we see each other's cock in a hard, erect state; well, then again, maybe half hard after shower jerks this year (over 18 of course). I was happy with my hard dick clocking out at just over seven inches.
Our family was chill and sexually open about bodies and nudity. Our ethnic roots are from Eastern Europe, so nudity and sex in all of Europe and many parts of the world are just so much more relaxed and liberal.
As I said, we spent the day around the pool in our Speedos. Given the above, we had both been on the swim team and most sports teams in high school, so it was cool. We had played water volleyball all day, often pressing up against each other, with toned late-teen bodies. Yes, we both became aroused with our cock’s half swollen, but just giggled about it, teasing and licking our lips with his odd brotherly grope, on me, the baby bro! It turned me on; I secretly had a submission gay fantasy; still, I was not sure of my sexuality at this young man's stage of life.
After a fun, sun-filled speedo day, before bed, we chatted about girls, sex and new masturbation techniques. Lance had shared that he started to finger his prostate through his anus while masturbating and disclosed how it felt so wonderful, giving him a much more powerful and voluminous ejaculation.
We had been together for several days and nights and had not been able to jerk off in the open outdoor shower where we kept our Speedos on; the contractors could see out all the windows. Although we were sexually open and both got raging hard, neither of us proposed a mutual circle jerk. I really wish he had, because my balls and prostate were so aching for relief I would have agreed in a milli-second.
We had a very healthy diet; I knew my solid morning shits were well formed and wiping barely anything was left on my rim. After today’s morning shit, I had finger-washed my ass with Speedo on as was my regular shower routine, just as the contractors were arriving. I had always used just one lightly bio-safe soaped finger to anal clean after my morning dump. Now, just hours ago, Lance was talking about several fingers deep in his hole to nearly breaching with his knuckles. I was intrigued and quite curious. I think he held back, but I was sensing he had been experimenting with self-fisting. The thought really turned me on now—the taboo of the act, and the thought of my brother doing it. Having been in the non-chlorinated pool, sanitized with a new technology, I knew both our holes were crystal clear.
You can imagine the area around us in the garage with the piles of our clothes and some of our furniture that had not been put into storage. The makeshift Kitchen table was right beside Lance’s side of the bed. Mom usually fried food in almond oil, which has no cholesterol or saturated fat; we were shown basic cooking lessons last month so we would not starve in their absence; not everything can be made on the BBQ. Several bottles of the clear almond oil were right there on the kitchen table beside Lance’s side of his queen-size bed that we decided to sleep on here in the garage.
Now back to where I started, with the story foundation laid. That pre-bedtime sex and anal chat before sleep had me super pre-cum dripping. Fuck I wish he had asked about jerking off! I was too scared and not sure about being gay. I was open-minded and had had gay jerk off fantasies before about school chums (18+ of course) when it was not girls of choice for that night's cum session.
Now, feeling his very big, hard cock pressing into my underwear had me ponder if this was his master plan. I thought for a few minutes that perhaps it was a total accident until I felt Lance press his titanium penis harder, wedging my undies deep in my crack, almost breaching my anal ring. His glans was soaking, and I felt his soft mushroom cock head press hard right on my hole, his searing hot pre-cum lubricating my anal pucker that twitched and seemed to open invitingly. I was frozen and not sure what to do. My cock was telling me that it wanted to get ass-fucked so badly, yet I was scared shitless. (Pun) My heart was palpitating and my lungs gasping.
I wanted to let Lance know I was not asleep, so he would not feel like he might rape me. I pressed my hips back more, forcing his hot cum running cock head deeper and harder up my virgin hole. I then felt his hot breath gasp out against my neck and ears. He spoke.
“Billy,….are you awake?”
“Yes, Lance.” I panted, moaning. I took my right hand, reached around and pulled his naked upper hips harder as I felt his right bare ass cheek in my hand, I squeezed it hard, relishing his muscular, manly toned, powerful glutes.
He continued, “I am so fucking horny, Billy!”
I answered, “So am I, (I panted, groaned, and shook in excitement and fear). Lance… you promise to go slow and stop if I say so; maybe start with your fingers or some oil or something. Please, I want to try it, but I'm scared, Lance. You're telling me the truth about how it feels with your fingers, right, bro?”
“Oh, Fuck Billy! It feels so incredible when I get my entire hand up my hole. Here, let me start with my fingers first, and then you're ok with my big cock, Baby Bro Billy?” Haven’t heard that in a while.
“Yes, Lance, but go slow, please; all I have had is a finger used to wash my hole—nothing more,” I whispered stupidly and silly as there was no one else around to hear. I lifted my hips and pulled off my underwear. I pressed my dripping hard cock and balls between my legs and then closed so my knees were tight, adjusting my ass cheeks to give him better angled rear entry. I was dying for his attention to my cock and balls, hence the reason why I pushed them back and locked them in place for his touch and attention with my body in a ½ side and a part belly down profile on our hot, sweaty mattress.
I returned my face to the pillows and piles of crap away from him and closed my eyes, shaking and sweating with my heart pounding and my breath like a marathon as I froze in fear and anxiety. Still, I was so fucking horny as I felt my cock leaking hands-free cum all down my lower left leg on the mattress.
Lance was moving around now. I opened my eyes; We were both fully naked; I could see his reflection on the stainless-steel Fridge about four feet away on my side of the bed. Holy shit! In this moonlight peering through the garage door high windows, I thought perhaps it was a distortion, but the reflection of his penis and nice brown bush had it look about 30% larger and thicker than mine, with fantastic testicles. His raw muscular form and power had me gasp. I could not believe what I was willing to do in such a teenage, horny state. Yet at the same time, I can’t recall ever being this sexually excited with any girl sex or jerk off fantasy of any gender partner or storyline in my own bed.
I swallowed hard; my eyes bugged out when I saw Lance slide down the bed more. I watched his Greek-God-like reflection, his hot face and mouth headed straight for my anal hole and toned twink butt cheeks.
I cried out, moaning and groaning with an unexpected alien pleasure as Lance pulled my ass cheeks apart and pressed his tongue deep up my clean hole still fresh from the sanitized non-chlorine pool. The sensation had me gasping in sheer delight and ecstasy as I never imagined a tongue and anal rimming would feel so incredible.
As I was hoping, he slathered his tongue down to my hard, dripping, bent backwards cock and sucked my semen from my squirting dick and drew both of my nuts deep into his mouth. I saw, in the fridge's reflection, his hands fumbling with the almond oil lid and bottle as his tongue and mouth continued to eat my hole and suck slather my raging, boiling cock and balls.
I yelled with a great moan and groan as his two fingers penetrated my anal ring and went deep into my rectum. The stretch was foreign to me, but not painful, as most of my dumps were at least this wide anyway. He introduced a third finger, and I heard and felt him sucking my asshole. It was off the charts, out of this world, so pleasurable and erotic. I was in total shock and awe at these sensations. How could any young man not turn gay after feeling this for fuck sakes!
I gasped and sighed, nodding my head in great pleasure and yearning, “More Lance, please, more!”
“Oh, Fuck Billy! Your hole tastes incredible!” Suddenly, he presented his three fingers that had just been up my asshole. I was sure I was clean as he had been sucking, fingering and tonguing so deep and wide. I opened my mouth and slathered his entire hand deep in my mouth with a wild, feral animal-like horniness. It tasted wonderful, like dark chocolate and almonds, with a hint of salty caramel or dried-fruit scent and flavour.
Lance returned his three fingers to my begging, starving rectum and came up beside me. I turned my head back just enough to meet his hot lips and mouth. OH, my Fucking God! I am open-mouth, deep-slobbering, kissing with my alpha jock bro. We both went wild with passion and sweaty lust.
“Billy, this here is the prostate sweet spot I was telling you about!” He gasped. Suddenly, I felt his three-fingered hand widen to squeeze in his fourth as he went much deeper now and pressed with his fingertips hard on what was my prostate.
I hollered, “Oh Fuck me! Holy shit, what the fuck was that!” I had just ejaculated a powerful load of cum all back against my calves and Lance’s knees and shins.
Lance was giggling, “Is that not the greatest sensations you have ever felt! That is what I found too with my hand deep in my ass and rectum.”
I was beyond words and laboured breath, “Fuck me, Lance! Please breed me with your big cock and hit my sweet spot more. That was so fantastic, don't stop, please, more. Fuck me right now!”
I thought what am I doing? Fuck, his cock is much longer and wider than his four Conal-shaped fingers. This was going to fucking hurt, but if he could multiply that climax orgasm and cum squirt ejaculation I just achieved, then these next 10 weeks, I was going to be his bitch, and he would be mine! Brother or not, I did not fucking care who we were; as long as we could please one another like this!
Lance grabbed my hands and arms, bringing them back under and behind me. I now realized that I was about to be Alpha Fucked and become a total submissive bitch to my older, bigger, more powerful Jock brother. My hands were crossed behind my back and held with one of his hands. His other hand grabbed my long brown hair, pulling my head back and stretching my neck and throat.
I can’t explain it, but this all actually turned me on even more. My cock was still pointed back between my thighs when I then felt his large cock head press to my hole once again; thankfully, with some of the almond oil lube from his fingers and some slathered again on his big, raging iron cock and my gaping, famished hole, begging to be filled.
Lance pressed hard against my enveloping anal pucker. His large cock head popped through my anal ring with what felt like a little hot, ejected cum squirt from his excitement. I felt a lava-like river of semen flow faster out of my slit down my thigh and legs, pooling on our soggy cum, oil and sweat-laden mattress.
I cried out with a mix of pain and pleasure. I was shocked at the size of his penis and erection. He began his thrusting fast and very quickly. The pain was much worse than I expected; still, this was the greatest sexual experience of my life so far. His cock went harder and deeper, striking my prostate magic button. I screamed with great rapture and joy at that sensation, but the mix of pressure and pain as he slammed and plowed my hole deeper and wider into my virgin curves and tunnels was tremendous.
It really fucking hurt as I whimpered and he pulled my hair harder and stretched my braced and arrested arms painfully further up my back. Fuck me! This was so much fun and excitement. I really started to enjoy the pain as I heard and felt his panting pleasure coat my back and neck like a dragon. I dug so deep into my soul and being that I realized this is what I always wanted. I had longed to be taken like this as a bound, forced little pleasure bro-bitch.
Lance must have had some fear or reservations suddenly because he stopped still and whispered in such a caring, brotherly, loving voice, “Billy…are you ok? I will stop if it is hurting too much; you're almost in tears, and I am scared.”
This was not expected. Secretly, I was loving his power, pain, his incredible masculine, muscular, raw power and the bound sadomasochistic act of dominance over me. Not rape, but I longed for him to go out of control and fuck the living shit out of me. I realized that if I wanted this fantasy to complete us both, no matter how much it hurt, I needed to direct us toward a fantastic mutual climax and finish.
I answered with drama and skit like scripture, “I love it, Lance. It fucking hurts; don’t stop! Please, harder, faster! Fuck me as hard and fast as you can with all your entire cock balls deep! Jackhammer and pound my ass fucking now! Take me, you Alpha God! Fuck me, Lance, Fuck me!”
That was the ticket! My head flung back, pulled by my long hair in his powerful grasp. Suddenly, I felt his cock get quickly further and deeper. I screamed with a surge in pain as he just bashed through some other bend or valve or something. He did not stop. The pounding, slapping sound of his mound against my twink-toned ass cheeks was a symphony of pleasure to my submissive ears.
For a second, I was sorry for what I asked for. I really was on the verge of tears now for real, with a pressure burn and pain I never imagined. Then, I felt so proud of myself when I finally felt his lovely brown bush and pubic bone hitting my tailbone like a hammer striking the anvil with his big macho nuts bash against mine; still, my raging hard junk bent backward like the bells of St. Mary’s on Christmas ever; his nuts hitting mine like chestnuts busting in grade school recess.
As soon as that all happened, it was like a magic wand wave. I swear I felt my entire anal-rectal tunnel align once he was through that very deep doorway, valve or curve. Now that crying, searing pain, and burning pressure had flipped 180 degrees to the most impossible pleasure. I had never dreamed it would feel like this; fuck me, it is soooooo goooood!
Lance continued thrusting harder and as fast as he could. His huge cock gliding smoothly in and out of my anal tunnel, striking over my prostate and vesicle had my eyes rolling back and my hips began to push back on the bed. Now I wanted his cock ever deeper and wider! This pleasure is unreal. How any 18+ boy could not want to experience this is beyond me. Lance felt my body push back hard to his incredible stamping, pressing, and pounding. He was surely surprised yet also pleased when I screamed out,
“Harder, Lance! Faster! Fuck me! Oh Fuck! I am going to cum! Yes, Lance, more! Please, all your speed and power now! Fuck! Oh my God! Yes! Yes! OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKK YYYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSS AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH FFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKK!”
That was not the best part! The best part was seconds after I started, he screamed the same back to me just as loud, “Fuck! Oh my God! Yes! Yes! Your hole is so hot, Billy! Fuck it is so silky smooth and wet! OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKK YYYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSS AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH FFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKK!”
We orgasmed and ejaculated simultaneously together. It was hands down the greatest blow and volume from my cock as I felt my prostate pump and squirt exponentially more than my life had ever had. Feeling his pelting ejaculation explosion and breeding semen thud and warm my insides, for the first time, I felt like a real man!
It was only then that I also acknowledged my pointed down backward penis had squirted so powerfully and tremulously that all of Lance’s legs were goated in my gush like a pregnant woman's water being burst. Not just his legs but the backs of mine as well, and our feet coated like a pressurized pop can explosion; but it was all Billy cum—my cum!
Lance did not move, nor did I. Our breathing was off the charts, way past the marathon finish line. The bed might as well have been in the pool; it was so wet everywhere. Slowly, he released my hair and caressed my ears and neck. He let go of my arrested arms. He was stirring to withdraw his penis.
I commanded, “Stay still. Leave it in me, please. Feed me your man-cum with your fingers as it runs out of my hole.”
He stroked my hair, whispering, “Oh Fuck Billy! That was my greatest blow ever! Are you sure you are, OK?”
I answered as our breathing regulated, “Still waiting for that Cum feed, Lance.”
He giggled and said some oh fucks and holy shits. Then I felt his release as he placed my arms back to my sides. His fingers slid in beside his softening penis; quickly, they withdrew and flew to my open mouth and lips, dripping with his cum from my ass. I sucked and devoured them clean as he repeated again and again until his cock flopped out.
Smiling, I rolled to my back. Opened my legs and thighs; my still hard cock flew back, striking my belly, sending another few pelting torrents of semen and cum all up my chest and face. He came face-to-face with me. We both teared up and had a little weep, caressing and acknowledging what we had just done; each of us knowing our relationship would never be the same for the better and also totally devoted to each other's pleasure with absolute resolve. We kissed widely and so passionately again, sharing cum and spit, twirling and probing deep into our oral realms, becoming one human pleasure machine.
After several minutes, we broke and just peered deep into our souls, speechless. I guess I got a serious look on my face.
Lance, concerned, said, “Are you okay, bro…Billy, you Good—for sure?”
I smiled and responded, “I am more than okay, Lance! I want more, and I want it right fucking now!”
I leapt up, pushed him over, swung around and planted my hole right on his mouth; he ate and sucked my ass like there was no tomorrow. I started to suck his big, hard, over 9” cock in a sixty-nine position. After he was engorged from my mouth and throat, sucking him to full erection again, I mounted him, cowboy, and pounded his pubes with my ass, milking him for all his Alpha Jock body could take holding on to some totes behind the head board and on the balls on my feet I began my Twink bounce; again and again, draining every drop of cum from him as I sprayed orgasm after orgasm all over his mouth and throat making sure he swallowed and shared with me as we kissed and sucked face.
We went on all night, till we passed out, exhausted, only to be awakened by the sound of circular saws, hammers, drills and construction workers. We put on our Speedos and were headed for the backyard. Just before leaving the garage, I said to Lance, clearing my throat,
“Alpha Bro, are you not forgetting something?” He screwed up his face in puzzlement. I glanced repeatedly at the almond oil. He giggled in reply, grabbing the bottle,
“We can’t fuck in the backyard in front of the construction workers, Billy; you should be sore and exhausted?”
I smiled, “We can turn the heater off in the sauna; they will never know when we come out all sweating and breathless with the solid door. As far as sore…yes, but it is a good pain, you hot jock bro!” He shook his head, and so our bro-sex day #2 began.
We fucked and sucked each other continuously all day and night. Within a few weeks, we were anal fisting each other. In a month, double punch fist-fucking, and in six weeks, double to our ballrooms. We both lost weight and became even more ripped from our continuous sex and hosing out our holes with the garden hose behind the sauna, making it look like we were watering the bushes out of sight. We had to order cases of the almond oil, and in the fall, Lance’s queen mattress in the garage was destroyed and put out to the garbage, looking like a CSI mob hit!
We were both sad when Lance went off to college in the fall. I went down to visit him a few times, just looking to fuck. One time, I walked in on him, and some hot football QB named Butch was balls deep in him. I helped them both out to finish, but that is yet another hot story. Butch was breeding lots of college boys!
We both came out to Mom and Dad later that year. Of course, we never disclosed our incestuous love. We both met other Twinks and Jocks and had multiple partners and lovers; often, we played together in groups. We still hook up and role-play on weekends, replaying our first bromance. Fuck I love gay sex, and I love sex with my gay brother! Best Fucking Life Ever!
