Brothel Brothers: Anthony's First Pecfuck

"Where's the stash, man?!" Anthony yelled at the top of his lungs, raiding the apartment for 50 bucks he felt like his life depended on right now. When he got to the living room, he was met with a lethargic Jim, who was quick to break the bad news.

"It's gone, man," he sighed "Ordered taokeout with it on Tuesday, remember?"

Anthony covered his face and growled a brief "What the fuck!" before going on to explain the situation."Look Jim, like, you got anything for me? Dean's here with my weed and I'm gonna have to suck him off if I don't give him any cash..."

Jim seemed somewhat annoyed, but he got up from the couch and went to his room to rummage for some cash. While he was away, Anthony kept describing the situation in hopes Jim would pity him enough to spit out a full 50: "Last time I blew him, he didn't even wanna come into the apartment! I had to do it in the hallway or he wouldn't give me anything. Turns him on or something... Oh, and he always makes me take off my shirt. Like, someone could walk by and see us, dummy, you know? Jim?" Anthony listened for footsteps in the passage between the living room and Jim's room, hoping to hear Jim's tired, dragging feet. A couple of seconds later he did, and Jim appeared with what looked like a crisp green ticket out of blowjob-ville.

"Thanks, J!" Anthony exclaimed, before looking at the money in Jim's hand "I've really gotta hand it to y-" Anthony stopped mid sentence, "A ten, Jim?! A ten?!!" Jim shrugged. He had that relaxed, sluggish smirk on his face you couldn't help but find endearing, prompting a quick change of Anthony's attitude. "Maybe I'll get to keep my shirt on this time." Anthony said as he grabbed the money from Jim and ran out the door.

***

When Anthony got to the first floor (the guys' buzzer was broken so you couldn't let anyone in from upstairs), he opened the door to find Dean impatiently tapping his foot on the ground. He was wearing dark jeans, an aviator jacket and a dark brown beanie that blended nicely into his beard. He was the brawniest guy Anthony had been with (ex turned dealer turned fuck buddy), and thoughts of how he loved riding Dean's fat cock and massaging it with his hairless firm ass were now running through his head. He was kinda glad he didn't have the full 50.

"Hi," Dean greeted him politely, "Got exact change?"

 "Well, not really..." Anthony answered reluctantly. He looked down, biting his lip, expecting Dean to rip him a new one for having the nerve to show up penniless again. What was about to happen was very different. "Well ain't that great!" Dean exclaimed as he leaped from the entrway, hugging Anthony, leaning him against the wall and starting to kiss his neck in what seemed like a second. "Wow, he must be in a really good mood..." Anthony thought to himself. Dean suddenly stopped and looked into Anthony's eyes: "You into this?" he said. Anthony smiled and nodded, biting his lip, which cued Dean to continue kissing him as Anthony leaned his head against the wall in pleasure. "I've... Got... A ten..." were the only words Anthony could utter, paralised by Dean's touch, who was now kissing his neck and collarbone, groping Anthony's crotch with one hand and copping a feel with the other. He loved Anthony's chest, smooth and soft, firm but meaty in just the right way. He brushed his hand against Anthony's nipples, using the gaps between his fingers to stimulate them. They were getting pretty hard, which was perfect for what Dean had in mind next. Anthony fell to his knees, lustful and aroused, unable to control his urge to take Dean in his mouth (and maybe elsewhere, if Dean's schedule would allow for it). He quickly started unzipping Dean's pants, briefly licking his cock through his underwear. Dean was in paradise. He couldn't help but close his eyes and throw his head back at the sensations Anthony was making him feel, but he quickly made himself snap out of it and looked down at Anthony. He couldn't miss his chance to live out the major fantasy he's been having. Dean got a lot of ass, but this was something he wanted to try with Anthony.

"Umm, babe..." Dean asked as reluctantly as a man getting a deepthroating from a blonde cutie can "Could you like... Rub it against your chest?" Anthony stopped for a moment. He looked up at Dean with a confused expression, at which Dean was awkwardly speechless, but then proceeded to smirk as he got up a little and stumbled forward on his knees so his chest would be closer to Dean's rock-hard cock. Anthony grabbed his cock and started dragging the tip from one pec to the other, giving Dean special pleasure when his cock would touch the gap between his pecs, at which he audibly moaned. "Thank God I wore this tank..." he thought to himself referencing the thin-strapped baggy undershirt that showed a lot of cleavage, allowing for this kind of action. This was nothing weird for Anthony. He'd played part in many of his hookup's fantasies and kinda enjoyed being ordered around. He enjoyed how much pleasure Dean was getting and the idea of himself being the object of someone's fantasy, a guy who provides a hot, intense moment that culminates in a huge cumshot and a lifetime of jack-off material got Anthony really hot, too. He wouldn't have minded Dean be more specific, like, saying what exactly he wanted Anthony to do with his nipples, or where Anthony should rub his cock. Anthony had to use his imagination to change things up a bit. He lifted Dean's cock from his chest, jerked it a little bit while he tucked his tank under his meaty pec to expose the full thing. Lowering it, he started jerking it directly into his nipple, using its tip to stimulate Dean's cock and spitting on his chest. The liquid landed mid-pec and quickly ran down to the cock-to-nipple action, making this a sloppy, messy nipplejob. Anthony couldn't stop jerking it, it made him feel like a dirty tit-slut whose chest was made for pleasuring men's cocks. Meanwhile, Dean couldn't believe what he was getting. His head would constantly bob backwards in response to the intense sensation, but he would always jerk it forward, unable to take his eyes off the shiny trail of spit that led to his cock being massaged by a hot, big-pecced boy's nipple, the hot spit mixing with precum to create a juice his cock tip was massaging into the hot blond boy's chest. Blond guys were in many of his fantasies, and Anthony had such great, natural blonde hair and his face was the stuff of dreams. Dean couldn't decide what to stare at: Anthony's amazingly beautiful face, adorned with a now furrowed brow and constant lip-biting interspersed with his gaping mouth gasping for air, failing to hide the immense pleasure he was getting from this; or the full view, him balancing on his wide-spread knees, his smooth muscular body cramping at the stinging spurs of arousal, and a thin tanktop falling lightly against his chest, tucked underneath one pec, making it pertrude even more than the other one, the constricting, harness-like nature of the firm tanktop trim digging under his pec and accentuating it's perky tip, with a nipple now slobbered with the spit-precum mixture, constantly having a cock pushed into it, making the pecs mass seemingly spill over Dean's cock, engulfing half its head.

As Anthony went to separate the cockhead from his nipple, still jerking it, a line of thick liquid connected the two. Anthony rubbed Dean's cock on his chest like before, smearing the spit/precum all over the top of his pecs, and then proceeded to suck it some more. Dean couldn't believe the setup. As his cock rested in Anthony's mouth, his mind drifted off completely. The warm, wet crevasse was the perfect place for Dean's cock to rest between these sensational nipple-sessions. After a while, Anthony started to spit Dean's dick out, and Dean knew just what was coming.

Anthony tucked the other side of the tanktop under his other pec, and, spitting on his nipple beforehand this time, gently started to rub Dean's tip onto it, first barely grazing it, making Dean shutter in pleasure from this deprivation of a complete nipplefuck. The spit Anthony oozed onto his nipple and the liquid left on Dean's dick from the recent blowjob made for a very creamy nipplejob. Just when Dean thought he couldn't surprise him with anything else, Anthony put his hand behind his head, exposing his soft, lightly hairy armpit and starting to drag the dick to it. Dean suddenly grabbed his cock away from Anthony, and, in a moment of trance-like intensity, started furiously dragging it from Anthony's armpit to his pec, paying special attention to the nipple and making sure to thorougly rub his cock in and around it. The trail of moisture was very telling: you could clearly see which areas of Anthony's chest were marked by Dean's cock, a shiny, goopy layer of slime slowly absorbing into his nipples and the now blushing skin around them. 

Dean grabbed Anthony's shirt, ripping it off him in an almost hulk-ish manner, leaving Anthony and, frankly, himself surprised by the speedy action. Though not predictable and otherwise inexcusable, both guys found it hot in the moment. Assured by this strongman action, Dean grabbed Anthony's hand, lifting him up and turning him around. Before he could do anything else, Anthony turned his body to the side and lunged, still holding Dean's hand, to the full-lenght window next to the entrance door. He lowered his pants and stretched his panties away from his hole, the soft, eager action making Dean even more aroused. He slid his cock up above Anthony's ass and then quickly stuck it into Anthony's gaping hole, which Anthony received with an ecstatic high-pitched moan, making him feel like even more of an eager slut. Anthony started moving his hips back and forth, taking Dean deeper and deeper with every thrust; Dean didn't have to do anything. Anthony's body, a thing he loved, was now a machine for satisfying the perverse appetites of Dean's unsatiable cock, making itself in every way subserviant to the rock-hard, unprecedentedly engorged mass. As his ass worked, Anthony's chest was pressed against the glass, only the lower pecs slapping against it as he moved back and forth. His nipples pressed against the glass looked huge thanks to their expansion on the glass and the redness from having Dean's cock furiously rubbed against them. The juice that was left from the act now slushed between his nipples and the glass, constantly coating them over and over as they slapped against the glass while Anthony was curving his body to appease Dean's dick. Dean firmly grabbed Anthony's right pec as he was fucking him, turning Anthony's upper body sideways, making for a arrousingly constring position for Anthony. Dean rubbed Anthony's nipple and roughly stuck his finger sideways into Anthony's mouth, making him lick it and afterwards applying the fresh liquid to his erect nipple. Anthony loved this feeling of being had in every single way, his mouth a receptacle for a firm, unexpected finger, his ass servicing a huge cock, and his chest dripping with spit and being played with by a strong, passionate hand. He shut his eyes and moaned, feeling like this sensation would never cease. Suddenly, Dean slid his cock out of Anthony's eager ass, applied strong pressure to Anthony's shoulder, ordering him down, and turned him around, lifting his hand to graze his hairy armpit and barely making it to his left nipple and pushing his cock deep into it before releasing a hot, piercing stream of semen. Anthony tensed his pec to achieve maximum perk and optimal resistance to Dean's bursting cock, which was exploading over his engorged, tortured nipple, the hot semen stinging the irritated red parts. Anthony moaned in pleasure, unable to contain himself at this moment of peak-fantasy. The cum exploded directly into his nipple, making a splash zone around it and spreading down, as well as upwards onto his chest. Dean tried to keep his cock firmly pressed against Anthony's tit, but lost control after the first spur of cum and lost balance, wobbling and unloading all over Anthony's chest. Anthony let out a high-pitched moan. Dean's cock seemed to have a mind of it's own, it would spring up and release a shooting stream of cum, and then wobble downwards, making the moment of the next explosion completely unpredictable. "What is this doing to me?" Dean asked with his eyes closed, in an almost sickly voice. Anthony grabbed his cock and stuck it into his mouth, waiting for the next burst and lodging his arms firmly behind his back to accentuate his chest and make sure any fallout from his mouth dripped onto his already cum-soaked tits. His mouth soon filled with cum that provided a generous drip. He slid his lips up and down Dean's dick, sloppily trying to contain the gooey liquid, ultimately failing as it fell in a thick line onto his shiny chest, now covered in dry patches of cum sticking firmly to it and still wet clumps that were slowly running down, sometimes collecting at his nipples, adhering to them for a moment and then dripping onto the already stained floor. When Dean was done cumming in his mouth, Anthony silently looked up, still deepthroating him, and tried to stimulate him some more by interspersedly licking his head and swallowing the semen Dean had rewarded him with. He made sure to also puff up his chest to adequately expose the tits that Dean had ejaculated so heavily over, a scene Dean would remember for the rest of his life. Dean almost couldn't look down because the pressure to come again was unbearable. Anthony, almost teasing him now, spit his cock out and lightly ran it up and down one nipple, collecting the discarded semen, and stuck it in his mouth once again to collect the salty juice. He practically sucked Dean dry. He then proceeded to remove Dean from his mouth once again and viciously jerked him into the other nipple, his pec making a mound around Dean's sensitive cockhead, to which Dean could only answer with a small drop of cum he deposited onto the boy's perky nipple. When Anthony pushed Dean's cock into the his nipple, the erect tip would respond by curving upwards, exposing the lower areola for Dean's cock to play around with. Anthony rubbed the cum into his areola, pleased by the sight of his relaxed, heaving pec mounds absorbing what felt like a barrel-full of cum. Most of the semen, of course, dried onto his pecs, creating a thin but noticable film. Anthony looked up at Dean and smiled, dick still in hand. Dean grabbed his dick away from Anthony and slapped it on his face a few times. Anthony loved this. They stayed there looking at eachother for a bit, before Dean reached his hand out to Anthony. He helped Anthony get up, handed him his package, and watched as the now underwear-wearing boy, pants and ripped tank in hand, the back of his panties lodged between his asscheeks, walked away and ran up the stairs to his fifth floor walkup.

Dean, still not believing what just happened, stood in awe with his dick out, but quickly stuffed it into his pants when he saw a resident walking up to the door. His mind was jumbled: what did he do to me? How did it make me feel so good? Did we really just do all this in the hallway? Dean couldn't admit any of these answers to himself, but the thought of this encounter was slow to leave his mind.

***

Dean was on his way to another dropoff. He was taking the subway. As he stood in the car, reminiscing about the events that had taken place, he suddenly felt a tingle; his cock tensed and released what he only thought could be a substantial residue of cum from the 'incident'... Just out of nowhere. Dean was astonished. "Dude," he texted his friend Bastian, "I just had the sickest titfuck. Ever. Came loads and got blown like never before." Drip emoji, drip emoji, tired face emoji. "What? From who, man??" Bastian wrote back. "You're never gonna believe it." Dean said reluctantly "From this busty guy who fucked his nipples with my cock..." Dean explained before continuing to chronicle the entire event. After he was done, a brief message popped up from Bastian: "Fuck, man, I'm gonna have to try this out for myself."

Not long after, Dean received a notification for another text. As he got out of the subway car, he opened the attached image, stopping in his tracks in surprise and sudden arrousal. The picture showed Anthony leaning with his elbows on a table, his massive pecs out for all to see, his left pec resting on top of a beerbottle. His nipple turned upwards and his tit curved around the top of the bottle just like it had been with Dean's dick. The subject read: "Thinking of you."

Dean left the conversation with Anthony and went back to replying to Bastian. "Yeah you're gonna have to try this out for yourself!" he smiled wide as he responded somewhat conservatively to Bastian's text, refusing to forward him the picture out of respect.