Brothers: A Very Short Story

Bros. That’s all I thought we fucking were! How the fuck was I to know he wanted more than that? Fuck, we shared the same room together. We played with the same toys, same sports—often at the same time. We went camping together, shared a tent, marked the same tree on more than a dozen occasions. We even showered together at truck stops when we were on family road trips—oh man! All this time in the showers, he must’ve been eyeing me! Homo stuff. Sizing up my masculinity. Checking out my booty. I mean he’s seen everything I got!

Not that I got a damn thing to be modest about. Look here at these cobblestone abs. No wonder he always wanted to touch and say how fine they were and wish he had some abs like me. No wonder he was always spotting me when we were lifting weights in the backyard. No wonder he was always “accidentally” bumping against me. Even when we went to the movies, to the bathroom stalls, he never abided by the “one-over” rule. Come to think of it, he was always finding a reason to touch me somewhere all the time. I just thought that was what brothers did. How was I to know it was making him drool for my tool? Now I know he was jonesing for me, getting his jollies off, all the time touching me, and the climbing the top bunk just to frig off under the sheets thinking about me down there. What kind of shit is that?

Let me get my mind around the fact that my big masculine jock of a brother is one big mo. Then let me get my mind around that I’ve been a walking, breathing fantasy of his for how ever so long.

Finally, I got wise to what all that touching and looking of his really meant. When I cold busted him having phone sex with this policeman he’d been talking to, and that all he liked to do was ‘catch,’ I told him Okay. Long as we kept it on the down low. Me and him could, like, “hang out” sometimes. To think, my big masculine jock of a brother is into men, likes cock. Man, he fucking freaked the minute I pulled off my shirt. He spazzed like he was seeing all my sexy fine flesh for the first time. I told him to kiss it.

He smooched all over that it tickled. I told him to kiss each of my wonderful tits, and he sucked my nips into his mouth. Damn! He started biting them and getting them all tender and sore and stuff so every time he bit them my dick tingled harder down there.

Then I told him to lick my armpits to see how far he would go. Man, he started licking my pits like a crazy man. He slurped ‘em hard and lost his face in my muscles, chewing and grazing on my hairs and everything and then running his tongue up and down my guns ‘til I told him to stop. He had me rolling in bed by that time. My dick was riled up. There was no way I was not going to fuck his bubble butt now! I was going to drill me some manholes. I was just going to swing my prick into his holes ‘til my jizz was spurting out both ends of him.

And he had his hands on what he’d been dream about all this time. He fumbled around in my underwear for the prick he’d been thinking about sucking all this time. Well, there it was. Sticking out of my boxers and hardening, oozing in his hands. There he was drooling for it. Eyes wide open. Butt wide open. Mouth Wide open. Everything as wide as a fuckhole can get for a dick like mine. My big brother getting ready to become my best cocksucker. He wrapped his mouth around it and—ooooweeee! that sucker felt good! That sucker could suck! He swished my foreskin around in his mouth!

He put his mouth around it. He snaked his tongue around it. He furled his everlovin’ dicksuckin’ throat around it ‘til he had my balls bouncing off the walls. Man, I truly came to inseminate him then! Cum just kept cumming and cumming and cumming. Talk about blowing a load! I blew the mother and father of all loads up and down that motherfuckin’ cocksucker’s windpipe!

Shit! If I knew he was this good with that mouth, I would’ve had him work on my cock a long time ago! Damn, it felt fine letting loose all those barrels of cum down his easy throat—just watching his fucking cocksucking cum-slurping mouth take in about a quart of my hot jizz. He held onto every drop, too! Sucked and sucked ‘til the old monster started to get hard again. I didn’t know Philadelphia was my middle name ‘til I added another gallon or two of my ball-juice back down his gullet. I nutted straight down his fucking throat, riding his fucked-up face ‘til his lips were raw and he drained me to the dregs…or so I thought.

 I laid back and let him clean off my dick. Man, my bro was one full-serviced ho all right! I told him to polish my dick off ‘til he could see his reflection in my cockhead. That cocksucker didn’t need to be told twice. He lapped my knob like he was making up for lost time.

Hell, I’m sure he’d been dreaming and creaming and wishing and planning on working on my cock and sucking my seed all these years. And I just thought he was my big bro.

That cocksucker knew just what it took to make my dick twitch again. I just sort of leaned back and let him play with it the way he liked. Hey, it was kind of fun having my own personal cocksucker! Even when the cocksucker’s mouth was half full of my cock, he looked up at me and asked if we could do this again sometime. Again? Fuck! As long as we keep this on the DL, he could swing on my dick every day. He started thanking me for finally letting him on my cock like he always wanted. I said, sure. What are little bros for?