My world stood still. Did I really hear what I heard? My brother moaning my name? A flicker of hope sputters in my chest but is crushed by the feeling of dread. This is a compromising position I’m in. I can’t announce that I’m here; it would most likely freak my brother out. And I don’t want to wait outside until he decides to wrap up whatever he’s doing inside.
“That’s it. I want to hear you gag on it.” Immediately gagging is the only thing I hear. Whoever is giving Elliot head is not wasting the opportunity to make his day.
“Yeah? You like the taste of big bro’s precum?”
Now I know I was definitely not dreaming. I’m his only brother.
I’m pulled away from the current predicament when I hear Michael’s voice thundering up the stairs. Without even seeing him, one can hear that he is inebriated. He reaches the final step and calls out to me. “You found your brother yet?”
I hear my brother telling the other person to shut up. I can’t let him think that I heard what I did. That would only hinder the possibility of what could happen when I step my flirting up a notch. “Not yet,” I reply. “Just got out of the bathroom.” I can practically hear a sigh of relief come out of the occupied room.
“Coming, bro,” Elliot calls from within the room. The sound of someone hastily getting dressed reaches my ears. The door flies open soon after. From the hallway Elliot is the only person in the room. He probably told the other person to hide in the closet or behind the door. “It’s two already!”
“Yeah, and I don’t want to wait longer than needed. I’ll wait downstairs.” With that said, I turn and walk back downstairs. This erection better go down soon. Elliot might not have seen it now, but he will if I have to drive back home with it.
That feat might be harder than originally thought. My mind keeps replaying the sounds I heard. What Elliot said. I can envision myself kneeling in front of a naked Elliot. His developed, moderately hairy pecs and abs is the first thing I see. Then that massive dick I know he has. A nice bush. I can smell his musty, manly scent. His hands on either side of my head as he feeds me his cock, urging me to take him deeper with every inch that sinks into my throat.
Fuck! This isn’t helping my case. Why did he have to be so appealing? Some fresh air might do me good. I hurry towards the exit and take a deep breath when I’m outside. A few breaths later my dick goes down a bit. I can finally think with a somewhat straight head again.
“Where’d you park?”
His voice alone makes me nearly hard again, but I take another breath to combat it. I keep my back to Elliot and tell him to follow me. Thankfully, he’s not wasted to the point where he can’t walk. We reach the car soon and climb inside. I’m expecting to get assaulted with the smell of booze in the enclosed space; it’s not the case. I can only smell his woody, musty scent.
My loins stir again. Not again! I silently plead with my dick to not get hard now, that we will certainly have some alone time when I’m alone in my room. I start the ignition and pull onto the road.
Throughout the drive Elliot doesn’t even attempt to talk to me, and it drives me crazy. Thankfully, the house is just around the bend. Elliot then does something that drives me even crazier: he reaches down and adjusts his package. His snake is still ready to strike and slithers down his left leg. Has he been hard the entire drive? Is that the reason he hasn’t been talking.
He starts to slowly stroke himself over the obscene bulge in his jeans. I catch myself before I can chastise him. He’ll never do that with me in the room if he’s sobered. He must have drunk more than I realized.
I must leave this car as soon as possible. I hastily park the car in the garage and shut off the ignition. Time is of the essence.
“Bro.” Elliot’s voice cuts through my focused mind. “Help me to my room.” I gulp. Is he aware of the fact that he’s torturing at this very moment. Now I have to be in his presence even longer.
“Fine.”
I exit the car and move around to his side. I open the door with a sigh. I bend down and throw is arm over my shoulder. “You’ve got to help me here. You’re heavy as fuck.”
Elliot snickers next to me and it feels as if he purposefully leans even more on me. “I’m not hea…vy. You’re just… small.” He then groans and the sound sends shivers down my body. I swear, everything he does has some sort of erotic effect on me. Imagine him in the middle of fucking me… and he makes that sound. I’ll immediately cum all over myself.
We slumber towards the stairs, every step even more strenuous with Elliot leaning on me. Before we climb the first step, I take a deep breath to gather strength. One step at a time. Just one step at a time. With each step, he seems to lumber a few after me; it takes more than I would like to admit getting him on the top floor in one piece. Thankfully, his room is the first.
“Here we are,” I say, pushing the room’s door open. I’m immediately bombarded with Elliot’s unique scent. He probably hasn’t aired out his room in the entire week he’s been here. I can’t begin to think what his dorm room must smell like. I heave a sigh of relief when I throw him off my shoulder onto his bed.
He stretches upward, nearly taking up the entire double bed. I’m reminded of the size difference of not just him and me, but also Dad and I. They’re humongous! Dad’s genes have obviously skipped me.
The figure in front of me is pure man. Every muscle of his is strained beneath his clothing, trying to break free. He arches his back, letting his shirt ride up his abdomen, exposing is massive expanse of muscle, tanned skin, and hair. The dark hair travels downward and disappears under his shorts. The only thing distracting me from continuing that path down his hairy legs, is the obvious mound in his crotch. That twelve-inch measurement I have in mind looks to be more realistic the longer I stare.
“So warm…” Elliot mutters. He fumbles with his shirt and finally gets it off. And I nearly cum. The hairy abdomen expands upwards to form is pectorals with the tanned nipples. Would he like his nipples played with?
His struggling attempt moves to his shorts, and he fails. He heaves an exasperated sigh and groans. “Help me, baby…”
I freeze like I did in front of the door in Michael’s home. This is a dream come true. My hunky brother likes me more than a normal brother. It’s as if fate has decided to hand me a winning deck, and I’m not going to miss the opportunity. This might be my only chance.
I fall to my knees in front of him, and his musk assaults me even more now that I’m face-to-face with his crotch. “Please, bro.”
I reach up and undo the button…the zip…and he’s going commando. The thick bush I’ve daydreamed of is even better in person. A massive hand falls on the back of my head and pushes me down into his crotch. A moan escapes me.
“That’s it. I know you want it. Lick me.” And I do, with gusto. A groan rips through his chest, and it only spurs me on. He threads my hair between his fingers and pull tight. “How about you remove the rest, baby.”
My breath gets knocked out of me. Twelve inches, bottle thick, veined. In short: any gay man’s dream. I stare at this meal with my mouth open, tongue hanging out. Elliot chuckles and says, “You look so fucking good on your knees.” He’s vocal, not that I’m complaining. I’d happily take a back seat and just go along for the ride, wherever that may be.
“Lick it, bro.” His tone is assertive, dominant, and I whimper. Clearly not happy with the couple of seconds I didn’t comply, he pushes me head against his cock. The skin feels like silk. It looks painfully hard, begging for release. I can feel his dick throb against my lips and I give it a lick. Elliot moans. “I can’t wait any longer. Put it in.”
Am I willing to throw away our normal relationship for this?
Fuck yes!
