~Chapter 3.2: Climax!

I can still taste him.

Brushing my teeth last night and this morning hadn’t helped.  But I’m sure that I don’t want the taste to go away. It reminds me of that unforgettable afternoon in the third stall behind the trees. Fuck, the image of Jason’s lips wrapped around my cock is seared into my mind. That was totally unexpected. I had no idea that his lust for me ran so deep, that he would willingly suck me off and swallow my load!

Shit, I have to focus. If I don’t get this routine right, my dance instructor will have my head. But it’s a bit hard to concentrate on the dance moves with a raging boner peeking out of my shorts, which also makes it difficult to make certain movements. I’ve been fighting with this the entire morning with no luck. Fuck it, I deserve a break. Not bothering to put on a shirt, I leave my room and descend the stairs.

The sounds of “Finish Him!” and the tick tacking of Jason or Jeff attacking their controller, drifts from the living room, but I avoid the testosterone laden area and go into the kitchen, where I scan the fridge for something refreshing and settle for the carton of milk. I pour me a nice tall glass and almost moan as the creamy fluid fills my mouth and slides down my throat and into my waiting stomach. The glass is empty in three gulps. Hmm, so refreshing.

I hear shouts of protest and whoops of triumph coming from the living room and I am tempted to go and have a look. But I don’t want to interrupt Jason’s “bro-time” with his best friend Jeff. Sure they wouldn’t mind, but I wouldn’t want Jeff to see my arousal. I pour myself another glass of milk and grab a Meusli bar from the fridge. Chewing on the honey dipped grain with pieces of fruit in it and sipping my milk, I let my mind drift.

Ugh, if only Jeff hadn’t shown up. I’d have Jason all to myself. It’s the perfect situation: my parents aren’t home, which means we could have the house all to ourselves. But as you know, Jeff was recently dumped by Elaine McAllister and needed distraction every now and then. I can’t hold it against the guy, to be perfectly honest. But still... The thought of what Jason and I could be doing right now, makes me resent his presence a little bit. I know it’s selfish, but I can’t help it. I just want some time alone with Jason, goddammit!

I swallow the last bite of my snack, gulp down the last of the milk and let out a content sigh. With my tongue I pick at the pieces stuck between my teeth, but only manage to get some of it. As I run my tongue over my teeth one last time, I’m reminded of Jason’s flavor. I can still taste him despite having just eaten and drank.

It’s hard to describe the flavor of Jason’s cum.

Trust me, I’ve had my fair share of sperm down my throat, but they all tasted the same, whereas Jason’s tasted totally different. Delicious even. As I was gulping his dick juice down, I could taste hints of almond and something else. Chocolate? I don’t know, but it had driven me crazy. The thought makes my cock throb painfully.

“Down, boy,” I scold.

“I didn’t know you guys had a dog.” I jump at the sound of Jeff’s voice. I hadn’t even heard him come into the kitchen. He opens the fridge and grabs a can of Coke for himself and a bottle of water for Jason. Jason’s such a health nut.

“We don’t,” I say, “I was talking to... myself...” I realize too late that I sound totally bonkers, but Jeff, who can be a bit of an airhead sometimes, just nods and says, “Cool bro,” then walks away, but he returns one second later.

“You should probably take care of that,” he says, nodding to my groin, “that fella looks real angry.” And he’s gone again.

Okay, so maybe not a total airhead. And so much for not wanting Jeff to see my erection. I decide to stop being a creep and go back up to my room to finish my dance routine, but I am still plagued by the thought of what could be. Maybe it would’ve been easier if I were a chick.

I could easily have Jason fuck me without anyone batting an eye if I was born a woman. Hell, I could probably even be dating him. Hold hands with him in public, kiss out in the open, all that lovey dovey bullshit. I scold myself again for falling in love with my stepbrother, but hey, the heart wants what it wants.

I just had to be born a gay dude. I knew I was gay either that one time when I had a nightmare about being in a dark room, all alone, when all of a sudden a boob with hairy spider legs protruding from its quivering body, came flying towards me, the nipple squirting milk in my face.

Or it could have also been that time when I was thirteen and Derek Tyler dared me to kiss him, which I did without hesitation. Then when we were both sixteen, he dared me to jerk him off, which I also did and before long he was also stroking my rock hard cock. A few weeks later I reversed the roles with me daring him to suck my dick, which he did.

“Let’s call it even and you suck my dick as well,” he offered.

I was intrigued and curious, so I did it and fucking loved it. I’ve honed my craft ever since, becoming what Jason calls a master cocksucker.

Yep, the defining moment was definitely the dream!

I decide to ditch my routine all together and jerk off. Hopefully that’ll relieve some of the tension…

²   ²   ²

“Thanks, man.” I take the bottle of water from Jeff and gulp half of it down in one breath. There’s nothing better than the sensation of a steady flow of cool water rushing down your throat. Well, that and the warm thickness of cum. I bone up almost instantly when I think back to yesterday. Never in a million had I pictured myself with a dick in my mouth, much less my own stepbrother’s dick!

“So, final round,” Jeff announces, “you ready to lose, buddy?”

I’m thankful for Jeff’s presence. He takes my mind off things. “Yeah, whatever, we’ll see about that.”

As we destroy the controllers with our fingers, my mind drifts again. The past couple of days had been insane. I’ve done things with Elijah, another guy, that I hadn’t even done with Amy and I had loved every minute of it. What does that mean for me? Am I gay? Bi, maybe? Or does my lust for cock start and end with Elijah?

I fucking hate having to question my own sexuality. Let’s say that I am gay, I don’t know how I would even begin to tell my dad.

“Hey, dad, you heard the news? I’m a cocksucker now!”

“That’s great son, now get the fuck out of my house!”

Sure, I may be over exaggerating his possible reaction, but I’m not too keen on the idea of telling my dad that I like boys. Wait… Do I? Do I like boys? Or is it just Elijah? I glance over at Jeff. He’s a good-looking guy, hot even. His brown shoulder long hair was, as always, tied in a ponytail, he was wearing a red tight fitting t-shirt that showed off his muscles, and baggy black shorts with a pair of red flip flops on his size I don’t care feet. Yes, he’s attractive, but I don’t think I’d ever have sex with him. He’s been my best friend for more than half of my life, we’re practically brothers, and it’d be totally weird to think of him that way.

And still, Elijah’s my actual brother, but it’s different with him. Every time I see him, I just want to rip his clothes off and do unholy things to his beautiful body. I’ve never had that with any other guy before and I’ve been around my share of hot naked dudes. Or perhaps it had just been my subconscious suppressing my true nature. Or maybe this is just a fleeting thing, a phase. Or maybe…

Ah, shit!

Finish him!” the announcer orders. And Jeff does. His fingers fly over his controller and his player disembowels mine in the most gruesome way possible. “Fatality!

“Haha, yes!” Jeff whoops. “Fair is fair, man, pay up.”

“It should be illegal for someone to be as good at this game as you are,” I say as I pull out my wallet and hand Jeff a twenty. “You should be arrested.”

“Hey, I can’t help that I’m awesome,” Jeff says, takes the money and shoves it in his back pocket. “Now that that’s behind us, tell me this: what’s going on between you and Elijah?” He’s totally serious now and it scares me.

“What do you mean, man?” I ask.

“I don’t know.” Jeff shrugs. “What do you think I mean?”

“I… don’t know… You’re not making sense, Jeff.”

“I see…” He squints his eyes at me and nods pensively. “I see…”

“You see what exactly?”

“When you’re ready to talk, I’m here for you, man,” he says with a smile and pats me on the back. “Just know that you can always talk to me.”

I am speechless. I legitimately don’t know what to say.

“Would you look at the time,” Jeff sighs, glancing at his watch, “I have to drive my little sister to soccer practice.” He gets up and I follow him to the front door. Before leaving, he turns to me and puts his hands on my shoulders. He simply smiles at me, then hops into his jeep and drives off, leaving me standing there like a fool.

Does he know? About me and Elijah? Does he know that I’m gay? Fuck, am I even gay? I need to figure this shit out and fast. My parents will be home soon, so going up to Elijah’s room for a little fun is out of the question. And of course I’m now hard as a fucking rock!

I angrily close the door and head back to the living room, but before I can sit down on the couch, the doorbell rings. The fuck could that be? I walk back to the front door, open it and stand face to face with Amy.

“Hey, Jason, baby,” she coos as she throws her arms around my neck.

I can’t control the rolling of my eyes, but she luckily doesn’t see. “Hey, Amy,” I sigh, “what are you doing here?”

She releases me from her embrace and looks at me, her eyes spitting fire. “This again?” she shrieks. “I am sick and tired of your bullshit, Jason! Do you not want me anymore? Do you not want this anymore?” She grabs her breasts and jiggles them at me and I feel my boner deflating. Holy shit, is this it? Is this my defining moment? The moment where I find out that I’m actually gay? “Jason, are you listening to me?” Amy rudely interrupts my thoughts. “Am I boring you?”

“Yeah, you kind of are.” It’s out before I know it and I can’t take it back. A part of me is as shocked as she is and another smaller part is giggling like an under aged schoolgirl. My first instinct, however, is to apologize, but then I see her hand flying towards my face. It connects with my left cheek and the force of it snaps my head sideways. It stings. Hell, it fucking hurts! And again, she should feel very grateful that I do not hit women.

I slowly turn my head towards her again. This time her left hand goes for my right cheek, but I’m faster. Fool me once, shame on you, but fool me twice… I catch her by the wrist and the look of shock on her face deepens.

“You dare?” she shrieks. “YOU DARE?”

“Amy,” I say as calmly as I can, “the neighbors will hear.”

“You think I care?” she shrieks, louder this time. “You think I—”

“Bitch, if you don’t shut the fuck up, I’ll come down there and shove my dick down your throat!”

I whip around and see Elijah standing at the foot of the stairs, his face contorted by rage, wearing nothing more than a pair of blue shorts. His hair is damp and droplets of water are scattered throughout his naked torso. He looks hot as hell and I feel my cock jump back to life.

Amy sees him as well and shoves me aside. “You dare speak to me that way?” she asks in a low whisper.

“Yes, I do,” Elijah answers with a straight face, while striding towards Amy.

Amy balls her hands into fists and swings at Elijah, but he doesn’t flinch. He sidesteps and Amy goes flying past him, stumbling to her knees. She lets out a screech of utter frustration and rage, turns around and swings at Elijah again, this time with her hands clawed, intending to scratch his eyes out, but he dodges her attack again and gives her a shove at the back of the head, sending her flying into my arms.

“Swing at me one more time,” Elijah warns, but Amy doesn’t let him finish. With an almost savage hiss, she lunges out of my arms in Elijah’s direction and swipes at him. This time her nails dig into the flesh of his neck, leaving three streaks of red in its wake. She swipes at him again, but he catches both her hands by the wrist and pushes her away from him, into my arms again.

I must admit, seeing Elijah like this gets me so fucking hard. I have full-on boner right now. I’m so turned on!

Elijah dabs at the wound and seems annoyed that Amy has drawn blood. “You made me bleed, bitch,” he says in a dangerously low whisper.

“You fucking deserve it, faggot!” Amy spits back, still holding on to me.

I see that the word hits home. The hurt in Elijah’s eyes can’t be mistaken for anything else. He balls his hands into fists and steps towards us. “Say it again,” he whispers and I see a look in his eyes that I never want to see again, even when it’s not directed towards me. “Say it again, Amy Dawson, make my day.” A sneer spreads across his face and he looks menacing as fuck, especially with the bleeding wound on the side of his neck.

Amy flinches visibly and she seems to slip out of her feral mode. “Jason, control your fag… control your brother…”

“I think you should leave, Amy,” I say to her, my eyes glued to Elijah’s sneering face.

She lets out a high-pitched gasp. “You dare take his side?” she says under her breath. “Jason, I am your girlfriend…”

“For fuck’s sake, Amy, leave!” I shout and push her away from me.

Her eyes widen in shock as her back slams against the door. “Jason…”

“Just. Fucking. Leave.” I’m just now realizing how pissed I am. At her. At myself.

She presses her lips together, opens the door and leaves.

Again, the bitch doesn’t bother to close the fucking door. “Don’t fucking close the door or anything!” I hear myself screaming at her.

“Fuck you, Jason Westman! Fuck you and your faggot brother!” she screams back, her face turning an alarming shade of red. “Fuck you! Fuck youuuuuuuuuuuuu!” And then a car slams into her… At least I wish a car would slam into her. Anything to shut her up. She keeps on screaming and shouting as she disappears around the corner, until I can hear her no more. The silence that follows is almost deafening.

I close the door and turn to Elijah, but he’s not there. “Elijah?” I call out. No answer. I walk into the kitchen and find him there, leaning against the kitchen island and holding a wet rag against his wounded neck. He looks at me with tears in his eyes and rush over to him and wrap my arms around him, holding his head to my chest, tears and snot staining my shirt, his arms desperately holding on to my waist. I softly stroke his hair and rub his back.

I’m still hard and am sure that Elijah can feel my erection pressing against his crotch, but he has other things to worry about. “It’s okay,” I whisper softly. “It’s okay, baby. I’m here now.”

²   ²   ²

Did he just… Did Jason just call me ‘baby?’

We’ve been standing like this, me in his arms, for quite some time now and I am now hard as well. Jason releases me and holds me at arm’s length, looking me up and down, his eyes filled with lust and longing. He bites his lip seductively and, noticing the enormous bulge in his jeans, I forget the pain in my neck for a fraction of a second. It throbs painfully and I wince, which seems to snap Jason out of his trance.

“Oh, shit, does it hurt?” he asks.

“What do you think, Einstein?” I remove the blood-stained cloth from the wound and wince again as it comes in contact with the open air. “It hurts like a motherfucker.”

“Let’s disinfect that before you turn into a were-Amy.” Jason’s attempt at a joke is appreciated and I reward him with a smile.

“Jerk,” I chuckle.

“I try,” he says while shrugging. He opens a drawer across from where I’m standing and pulls out a bottle of rubbing alcohol and the emergency kit. He opens the box, takes out a pack of cotton balls, pours some alcohol on one and carefully dabs at the streaks on my neck.

“Ooooow,” I hiss through gritted teeth.

“Sorry. Forgot to warn you that it might sting.”

“It’s okay. I’ve been through worse.”

After thoroughly cleaning the wound, Jason slathers a layer of antibiotic cream on it and proceeds to properly bandage my neck. “There. All fixed up.”

“Still hurts,” I say, “maybe you should kiss it.”

And he does. He bends over and gently presses his lips against the bandaged area, sending a shiver through my body.

“Hmm, that’s better,” I moan.

Then Jason suddenly lifts me up by the waist and sets me down on the counter. He presses his body to mine, so that my bulging shorts poke him in the abs. He kisses the wounded side of my neck again, then moves the other side. He slowly kisses me from my jaw to my collarbone and back up to my chin and then my mouth. He kisses me gently at first, but then I feel his tongue forcing its way between my lips. I moan as our tongues slither around each other and pull him closer to me with my legs wrapped around his lower back.

“Fuck, Elijah,” he breathes into my mouth.

“You say that every time,” I chuckle and gently bite his lower lip.

“Fuck, you’re driving me crazy.”


Then he attacks my mouth again with newfound hunger. We moan into each other’s throats as our lips mash together, hungrily slobbering at each other’s face. It’s so fucking intense that I’m afraid that I might shoot my load right now, right here.

I gently push him away. “Jason,” I gasp.


“You’re gonna make cum…”

“Hmm, I’m that good, huh?” he chuckles and kisses me. “I want to fuck you, Elijah,” he then says. The statement sends a shiver down my spine and into my rock hard cock and it takes all my willpower to keep me from creaming my shorts.

“I… I want you to fuck me, Jason,” I whisper. I hear the longing in my own voice and it worries me a little. I sound a bit desperate, but so does Jason. The tension between us has been building ever since that night in the cabin. Yesterday’s escapade had only satiated a small part of our hunger. We need to get this out of the way or we’ll never be able to get on with our lives.

“Mom and dad…”

He’s right. They could be home any second. “Fuck.” I kiss him on the nose and run my fingers through his hair. His beautiful blonde hair. I kiss his nose again. “I love your hair,” I say softly.

“Yeah?” he chuckles.


“I love your lips,” he says and kisses me.

“Hmm, your lips are cool too,” I chuckle.

We stand there for a while in complete silence, my legs still wrapped around his lower back and his hands on my hips. His head rests in the crook of my neck and I gently stroke his hair with one hand and his neck with the other. This is such a nice feeling. I’ve never felt like this before and I have to scold myself for thinking that. Did it have to be Jason? Could it not have been somebody else? Anybody else?



“What… What are we doing?”

Before he can answer, I hear the front door open. Our parents are home. Jason reluctantly lets me go and leaves the kitchen through one side as my mother walks in through the other, carrying four grocery bags.

“Hey, sweety,” my mom greets me. “Oh, what happened to your neck?”

“Amy Dawson.”

“Oh, that good for nothing little witch,” my mother mutters as she sets the bags down on the counter next to the microwave. “I don’t see what Jason sees in that girl.”

“Nobody does,” I chuckle, “including Jason.”

My mother giggles at this and kisses me on the forehead. “Now get off,” she says, “I have to get started on dinner.” I hop off the counter and she playfully smacks my ass with a wooden spoon. “Get your cute little butt out of my kitchen,” she quips.

“It is cute, isn’t it?” I say looking back at my ass. Years of dance lessons had formed it into a force to be reckoned with, tight and firm, maybe even a bit bubbly.

“Yes, it is, now out.”

“Yes, mother.”

I leave the kitchen through the way my mom came in and greet David, who is sitting on the couch, watching Discovery Channel. He grumbles a reply without looking my way. Good enough. I found out early on that any reply from David, is a good reply. It’s when he ignores you that you should be worried.

I climb the stairs up to my room and close the door behind me. My boner had gone down the moment I heard the front door open, but now it’s back with a vengeance, desperately trying to break free from the confines of my shorts. I shove them down and my cock springs free. I notice that the front of my shorts is stained with pre-cum. Shit, mom must have seen that! But she hadn’t said anything about it, so it’s cool, I guess.

I throw myself on the bed, my eight-inch boner sticking up at the ceiling, already dripping more pre-cum. I grab hold of the little bugger and start stroking. I’m so lost in myself that I don’t hear the door open and close. It’s when I feel the mattress shift, that I realize I’m not alone in my room anymore. I open my eyes and stare right into Jason’s, all blue and beautiful and filled with lust. He’s naked and kneeling between my legs, his massive boner sticking up between my balls. He hovers above me for a while, then he kisses me, leaning on his left elbow and stroking his cock with his right hand.

“Jason, our parents,” I whisper softly, afraid that the smallest sound might attract their attention. It’s ridiculous, of course. When my mom was busy in the kitchen, the world could end and she wouldn’t notice. Same with David and his Discovery Channel.

“I know,” Jason whispers back, “we’ll just have to be really quiet.”


“I can’t fucking wait anymore, Elijah,” he whispers, the need is thick in his voice, “I have to have you now. I have to fuck you right now.” He kisses me one more time, then kisses his way down my body, paying special attention to my nipples first, before licking and kissing my abs and dips his tongue in my belly button. I gasp at the sudden sensation and let out a soft moan. His mouth is then finally at the same level as my cock and without hesitation he laps the pre-cum from my slit. “Hmm,” he moans. He pops the glans into his mouth and I have to cover my mouth to stifle the moans, then he slowly slides the rest of my erect penis into his hot mouth.

I gasp for breath as my cockhead pokes at his inexperienced throat, but he refuses to let up and forcefully swallows my cock all the way to the root. Of course, as I’ve said, he’s inexperienced and he gags, spitting my spit-slicked cock back out and coughing himself hoarse. He has tears in his eyes and drool dripping down his chin; he wipes away both with the back of his hand.

“Well, shit,” he half laughs, half coughs. “You make it seem so easy.”

“You were doing fine.” I smile down at him and sit up straight. I pull his face to mine and kiss him on the lips. “When we have more time,” I whisper, “I’ll teach you how to properly pleasure a man with your mouth…” I softly bite his earlobe and gently pull on it.

“You sound like the madam of a whorehouse,” he laughs, “or would that make you the… sir?” He scrunches up his face, trying to figure out the correct word.

“Oh, shut up and lie down.” I push him on his back with his head hanging off the edge and take a few moments to admire his beautiful penis. I grasp it between my fingers, give it a few jerks and whistle. “You’re penis is a star, Jason,” I sigh, “so fucking beautiful.”

“Yeah, you’ve said that before,” he chuckles, but that quickly turns into stifled moan as I wrap my lips around the tip of his Willy. But in his case it’s a full-grown William; big and strong and veiny and beautiful.

I slurp on the tip for a while, enjoying how the sensation is making him writhe in ecstasy. He grabs my head in both his hands and gently forces my head down. “Take it all, baby,” he sighs, “take it all like yesterday.” There it is again. Him calling me ‘baby.’ I’d be lying if I say that I don’t like it. I fucking love it. It makes me feel special somehow. “Come on, baby,” he says again, “make me feel good.”

This angle is all wrong for deep-throating so I release his dick from my mouth and tell him to get off the bed. He does so in a bit a daze and I take his place, my head hanging off the edge, my mouth open and ready to take all of him.

He doesn’t hesitate and, supporting himself on the bed with his body hovering over mine, slowly eases his massive fuck stick into my hungry mouth. Slow, inch by inch, his cock slides between my lips, and at the fourth he is embraced by the velvety warmth of my throat.

“Oh, fuck,” he groans. And stops the intrusion of my oral cavity. “Fuck, this is even more intense then you doing it yourself,” he breathes, “watching my dick slide into your mouth is literally the hottest thing ever. Okay, brace yourself, here comes the rest.”

His low-hanging egg-sized balls loom closer and closer to my face as his manhood sinks deeper and deeper into my throat. I swallow him effortlessly, feeling just a tiny bit superior because I can do something that he can’t, which is deep-throating a huge dong without gagging. This is how the master does it, bitch!

Finally, his balls are on my nostrils and his dick is lodged deep in my throat. “Now pull back and slide back in,” I want to tell him, but it’s hard to speak with a mouth full of dick. He seems to read my mind though and he eases himself back out of my throat, all the way until just the tip of his penis is in my mouth, then he slides it all back in, in one fluid motion.

“Oh, fuck!” Jason groans as I feel his pubes against my chin. His balls slap against my nostrils and for a split second I lose control of my gag reflex. Thankfully he pulls back out, allowing me to not choke to death. He gives me just enough to time to catch my breath, before plunging back in, a bit more forceful this time and I fucking love it! When he grabs hold of my neck, careful not to press too hard on my injured side, I know that what’s coming next will be amazing.

And it fucking is! Firmly, yet gently, holding on to my neck, his thumbs connecting at my throat, Jason starts sliding his dick in and out of my wet hot mouth, slowly at first, making sure that he’s all the way in and waiting a second before pulling back out, only to slide all the way in again. He repeats this slow steady fucking motion a few more times, then picks up the speed, pumping his monster cock into my slobbering mouth, spit dripping from the corners of my mouth and into my ears.

“Fuck,” Jason groans again, “Elijah, your mouth is so fucking hot, baby. Ohhh, shit! It feels so fucking good…” He slows down again and slowly slides his cock all the way out of my mouth. I watch as it dangles in front of me in all its glistening glory, massive and beautiful and dripping with my spit.

Jason squats down in front of me gives me hot wet Spider-Man kiss. His lips hungrily smash into mine and his tongue slobbers all over the insides of my mouth, my own desperately trying to catch his. He then pulls away and looks me in the eyes. I know that look. It’s an I-want-to-fuck-you-look. And I’m sure that I answer with my own I-want-you-to-fuck-me-look. He smiles at me warmly and climbs over me onto the bed; his cock and balls swing past my lips and I want nothing more than suck them into my mouth.

He pulls me to him, my ass resting on his thighs, my knees under my pits, and my cheeks spread apart with his slicked penis between them. With his eyes locked on mine, he lifts my ass up and laps at my exposed hole. The surprise I feel is not as great as the pleasure that floods my body. He does it again, this time with more force and spit. His tongue snakes its way into my tight hole and his lips clamp down on my sphincter, sucking on it hard, while tongue-fucking my hole at the same time.

“Jason,” I moan softly, “Jason, don’t stop!” I claw at the bed sheets as he continues to ravish my ass with his tongue, lips, and teeth. He may not be a master (yet) at sucking dick, but he knows how to use his mouth for other areas of the male body. I gasp loudly at the sudden intrusion of one of his long slender fingers. My hole is well-lubed and his finger slides into me with ease. Fuck, this is finally happening!

Jason’s finger probes me deeper and deeper until he finds my prostate.

“Oh,” he says, a look of surprise on his face, “I think I found your man-clit.” He grins at me as he slowly rubs his finger over the sensitive area.

“Man... Clit...?” I breathe and almost burst out laughing, but the sound catches in my throat and is forced down by a long drawn-out moan. “Fuck, that feels good,” I moan, sighing like a whore in heat.

“Does it?” Jason bites his lip as he continues his assault on my love nut.

“Fuuuuuck,” I gasp, “yes… it does… It fucking does…”

“Think you can handle something… bigger?” He grins at me mischievously.

“Fuck, yes.”

Jason leans in and kisses me. Tenderly almost. “You sure?” His dick is between my ass cheeks again and he’s slowly sliding it up and down between them.

“Yes, I’m fucking sure.”

He grins and lifts my ass to his face again. He spits on my hole and lubes my ass up, sliding up to three fingers in there, loosening me up for the beating that’s about to come. Then he lowers my ass on his lap again and spits on his dick, slathering the length of it, getting it ready for penetration. He moves a bit back and positions the tip at my lubed up hole. As he starts pushing in, I stop him.

“Do you have a condom?” I ask hesitantly.

“What, are you afraid of getting knocked up?” Jason snickers.

“No, just... are you clean?”

“Last I checked, yeah.”

“That’s not a very reassuring answer.”

“Hey.” He kisses me. “I haven’t fucked Amy since that time you walked in on us and you’re the only one I’ve fooled around with since.” He kisses me again. “I’m totally clean.”

I kiss him back, smiling. “Okay.”

He smiles at me warmly. “Okay.”

I feel the tip of his penis against my sphincter again, prodding at my opening, forcing it to open. “Wait!” I say in an overdramatic tone.

“What is it?” Jason seems startled.

“I... I’m a virgin...” I whisper softly, feigning innocence and clasping both my hands over my chest. I avert his gaze and force myself to blush like a Japanese schoolgirl. I’m only half joking. I haven’t had sex in almost eight months and Jason’s size will make me feel like a virgin again, so yeah.

Jason is dumbfounded for a fraction of a second, but then lets out a snort of laughter, which quickly turns into a fit of guffawing. After he calms down, he says, “I promise I’ll be gentle,” and kisses me.

The tip of his penis is at my hole once more, guided by Jason’s steady hand. He looks me in the eyes as he forces his cockhead into my tight pucker. It doesn’t seem to want to budge, but then it slides in.

“Oh, fuck!” I gasp. It doesn’t hurt much. It’s just the fact that this is finally happening, that Jason is finally inside of me. I wrap my arms around his neck and hold on tight. “Fuck, Jason…”

“Does it hurt?” he asks.

“No, it’s fine. Keep going…”

I don’t need to tell him twice. Slowly he slides two more inches inside and stops again. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” I breathe.

“Okay.” He smiles and shoves the remaining inches in all at once.

I feel like he breaks down at least three “ass walls” before his pubes tickle my balls. I don’t know what comes over me, but my pussy is on fire. It spreads from there to the rest of my body. It isn’t an unpleasant feeling, it’s just very overwhelming. I pull Jason to me and sink my teeth into his shoulder to keep from moaning out loud. It wouldn’t do us any good if my parents were to hear.

I bite into Jason’s shoulder hard and he groans in my ear. “Fuck, Elijah.”

Fuck, it hurts. But feels so good too. Him so deep inside of me. The clinching heat of my ass canal enveloping his thick member. It’s the best feeling in the world. I taste blood and decide to let go of Jason’s shoulder. “J-Jason,” I whimper.


“Jason… it feels so good…” I realize again that I sound like a whore in heat. “Oh, fuck, it feels so fucking good…”

“You’re so fucking tight, Elijah,” he whispers and nibbles on my ear. “Your ass is so tight and warm.”

“Fuck me, Jason… Fuck me, please…”

“Okay, baby.” And he starts rolling his hips, his dick still deep inside of me, lobbing it around, sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout my entire body.

“Oh, fuck! Jason…”

Jason slides his cock out all the way, then without the guidance of his hand, he slides it back in to the balls. He repeats this several more times, each time more pleasurable than the other.

“Can I fuck you now, Elijah?” Jason whispers.

“What the fuck do you think you’ve been doing this whole time?” I want to ask him, but then I understand what he means. He wants to fuck me. Hard. And deep. “Yes, Jason,” I moan instead. “Fuck me hard, Jason. Fuck me hard and deep…”

Jason lifts himself onto his knees, his dick lodged in my now not so tight ass. He takes my ankles in his hands and spreads my legs as wide as they can go, which is pretty damn wide. But this… this is going to be a million times more intense. I can feel it.

“You read for this, baby?” Jason asks with a smile.

“Yes, fucking give it to me, Jason,” I moan and roll my hips, urging him to fuck me.

And he does. Oh, by the thirteen gods, he does! He slams into me over and over without any warning, plugging my hot wet hole with his ten-inch monster of a cock, stretching me to the limit and bringing me over the edge almost instantly.

His lower lip is caught between his teeth and his eyes never leave mine and I have to force them to stay open, so I can see the lust in his eyes as he pounds me and brings me to heaven. I see the lust, the pleasure… the love? My hands are on my mouth to stifle my moans, nay, screams of pleasure. Sometimes he hits a spot deep inside of me and an unexplainable mixture of pleasure and pain surges through me, but I can do nothing other than take it like a man.

My rock hard eight-incher flops against my belly with every thrust, copious amounts of pre-cum gushing out of the slit. I want to jerk myself off so bad, but am afraid of the sounds that’ll come out of my mouth if remove my hands. The bed creaks loudly and every now and then it bangs against the wall, but I don’t care if anyone hears and I’m sure Jason doesn’t either.

Ten minutes later and he’s still pounding me with the same force and vigor as when he first started. I’m astounded by this. My ass and body are now literally on fire and I don’t know how much more of this I can take. His cock smashes into my prostate and my pleasure-wrecked body tingles. I can feel a tension building in my balls. I take a chance and remove my hands from my lips.

“J-Jason,” I whimper, gasp and moan, “Jason, stop… I… I can’t… I can’t take it anymore…”

He doesn’t listen. Instead, he lets go of my ankles and my legs fall to the bed, drained of any muscle function, like jelly. He then grabs me by hips and really starts to fuck me. His massive balls slap against my ass cheeks and his cock seems to reach new depths. It’s too much for me. Fuck, I can’t take it anymore. “Jason,” I try again, “Jason, fuck, I can’t… ahh… can’t… haa… take it anymore… ahh… Jason, stoooooooop…” The last comes out as a drawn out whimper. And I begin to cry. The pleasure is too much. Too fucking much!

“I can’t stop now, baby,” Jason grunts, never missing a beat, “I’m so fucking close… I’m going to cum, Elijah…” His grip on my hips tightens and he starts fucking me even more vigorously, his eyes squeezed shut and his face all scrunched up. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum, Elijah!” he grunts under his breath. “I’m gonna fucking cum!”

But he doesn’t. He fucks me for at least five more minutes before his thrusts become irregular and slower, but more powerful. I grab hold of his wrists with all the strength I have left in my entire body as he slams into three more times. Hard. And that’s when I lose it. My dick erupts like a fucking volcano! My eyes roll to the back of my head and no sound escapes my lips as the first two jets shoot over my head and hit the wall behind me, the third and fourth shoot into my open mouth, and the fifth splatters on my chest.

My orgasm seems to trigger Jason’s and he slams into me one final time, and with his hands still holding me by the hips, he cums. His body convulses and jerks uncontrollably as he holds me in place and floods my insides with his spunk. His orgasm seems to go on forever; I count at least thirteen shots, all of which plentiful in volume. After he fires the last shot, his body seems to relax and he shudders.

“Shiiiiiiiiiiit,” he whispers and collapses on top of me, his dick still lodged in my cum-drenched hole. “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck,” he groans in my ear.

None of us say a thing for a while, then he lifts himself up, propped up on his elbows. We are nose-to-nose and just stare into each other’s eyes for a few seconds. Then he kisses me deeply, his tongue snaking its way into my mouth and getting a taste of fresh cum.

“Fuck, Jason,” I gasp when he pulls back, “that was amazing—”

And then he says something that shocks us both.

“I love you.” The moment the words leave his lips, I see that he regrets saying them.

“Jason, what—”

Jason pushes himself off me and off the bed. His still-erect penis, glistening with my ass juices and his cum, pops out of my worn out hole, which sends one last jolt of electricity through my body. With the last of my energy I manage to sit up. His cock looks even bigger now for some reason, but my eyes drift to his face. The confusion is apparent. The confusion of discovering his true self is too much for him to handle.


But before I can say anything else, he’s out the door, leaving me sitting on the bed, my body devoid of all traces of energy, my asshole filled to the brim with my stepbrother’s sperm, and my heart racing because of what he just told me. I wipe at my tear-stained face, but fresh tears are already on the way.

Note from the author: Hey there, guys! Sorry for the long wait (again)! I wanted to make this as hot as I could! I hope you enjoy!



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