Growing up with my two older brothers, our parents also hosted many foster kids over the years. Ranging from kids that would stay with us for just a few emergency shelter nights, to teens that would stay with us for anywhere between a few weeks and two years. A small number of them were juvenile delinquents, but most were innocent victims of their family circumstances. It could have been heavy and sad, but for most of my youth, I enjoyed a lot of our foster brothers and sisters. They added to our generally happy household, and provided more playmates for me and my siblings. And often – with some of the older teen boys in particular – it provided me with a lot of lust objects while I was growing up with a primary attraction to other guys.
One common trait that many of my foster brothers shared was a fascination with masturbation, sex, experimenting, and teasing. They seemed to have an advanced worldly knowledge in these areas compared to me and my older brother Anthony. (My oldest brother, Ben, was already out of the house in college, and he rarely came home to visit, so I didn’t really know him that well back then). Our parents were very frank and open about sexuality in a “health class sex education” kind of way, but not in a “let’s encourage exploration” kind of way. We were religious and middle class, where a lot of the foster kids were working class and not religious. And it seemed like many of them were growing up where it was common to see each other and adults naked, or to have started experimenting with sex at a younger age.
It's hard to pick from the large number of foster brothers that I had crushes on and had some level of erotic interactions with. But I’ll focus on three from the 1980s that I remember the best, because they lived with us the longest, or they pushed the boundaries the most.
One of the most hilariously oversexed teens we had stay with us for about a year was Bradley. He’s probably heavily responsible for my lifelong interest in taboo family erotica, because he introduced me to it. When I was 18, Bradley was 19 and a senior at a public high school in our town. Although he was white, he identified with and hung out primarily with the Black kids at school. He had a Jheri curl hairstyle, wore stylish trenchcoats and sharp, cool clothes and shoes – he was always pretty dressed up. I found out eventually that this was because he was making an unusual amount of money for a high school kid by acting as a pimp for some of his female classmates! He was pimping them out to other high school kids, to teachers, and to men around our town. Apparently, that’s why he was in the foster system – he had been busted and punished. But he kept on doing it for money and fun because he could get away with it.
Despite this scandalous background, I found Bradley to be surprisingly sweet, gentle, and polite. He kind of acted like Eddie Haskell in the TV series “Leave it to Beaver” when he was talking to adults. Underneath it he may have been doing devious and naughty things, but on the surface, he had charisma and was nice and courteous.
Bradley seemed to really like me, too. He didn’t seem to mind me as a young teen three years his junior wanting to hang out in his bedroom listening to music and talking. We lived in a small city and it was a homophobic era… but although Bradley was obviously a horny straight guy, one thing I really liked about him is that he would freely compliment me and Anthony about our looks and stuff. He’d flatteringly tell me things like, “Dude, you’re going to grow up to be such a stud, you’re already so good looking and you don’t even know it. A few of the girls at my school have been wanting to meet you after I showed them pictures of my new foster family.”
This was welcome news to me. At 18 I still felt nerdy and awkward. I was thin, though I had a nicely toned swimmer’s build with the beginnings of some decent muscles from being on swim team. I had curly brown hair and pale skin, and because I studied a lot, I got made bullied at school for being a “brain” and a “fag.” So, it definitely felt good that a very popular, suave, older, attractive boy was telling me that he thought I was handsome and could be popular with some of his friends.
After Bradley had been staying with us for about a month, and felt like he could trust me enough, he started to let me look at some of the raunchy magazines he collected. I could not believe it at all, at first. With my brother and our best friend, I had read some magazines like Penthouse and Playboy. But Bradley had these completely wild magazines that were primarily hardcore African American incest erotica. Stories, photos and classified ads, filling my impressionable young mind with totally depraved visions. All presented as fact, not fiction. Mostly aunts and nephews, mothers and sons, grandmothers and grandsons. But sometimes even dads and uncles teaching their sons and nephews how to fuck. Or men having sex with their male and female offspring.
Bradley would get these magazines frequently, and after noticing how much I enjoyed looking at the first few that he showed me, he always alerted me when he got new ones. He’d invite me to his room, we’d close and lock the door, and we’d each take a couple of magazines to look at and read. Sometimes he’d excitedly get to a particular story or photo spread that really turned him on, and he’d eagerly show it to me or even read it aloud to me, his voice getting a bit hoarse from being so turned on. I’d be able to see his hardon bulging in his pants and he would notice mine. I think he was proud of introducing me and educating me in this filthy genre. And he was certainly not shy about referring to being able to see how turned on I was by the magazines. He’d proudly say, in a big brotherly tone, “Little man, you are definitely growing up faster now that you have me here to teach you about some of the real ways of the world, huh?” while gesturing toward the big bulge that was aching in my pants.
After a few weeks of only reading the magazines together, and noticing each other being turned on, but keeping everything “wrapped up,” one day Bradley really surprised me. He was obviously girl-crazy, and completely straight. I think he had no idea that I was extra interested in looking at the men in the photos. Or that I was focusing on the action in the stories from the point of view of the guys. (Or, I guess, sometimes wishing that I was one of the characters in the photos and stories sucking on or taking the big dicks.) But he must have gotten frustrated with the fact that now that he was not alone with his magazines, he couldn’t jack off. So one day he said, “Little bro, nobody else is home, and if you promise not to tell your parents or anyone, I want us to try something different today.” I was intrigued. He seemed kind of nervous but fronting a certain bravado. He said, “If you promise not to touch me, I think we should get out of these pants that are crushing our nuts while we’re looking at my new mags, OK?” I tried not to leap out of my seat and out of my pants instantly, but I was so excited by his suggestion. I asked, “Seriously?” Bradley said, “Yeah, I know you’re just as horned up as I am. I always see how these magazines affect you like they affect me, and we might as well be free to really enjoy ourselves, if you get what I’m saying?” I honestly didn’t know completely what he was suggesting. I thought I was just going to get to see this cute older boy stripped down to his underwear, and maybe have a better look at his hardon bulging in it.
But Bradley definitely had bolder ideas. He said, “Little bro, let’s strip all the way down. It’s so hot today and I’m sweating. And my dick is starting to hurt being all cooped up and not stroked.” I was surprised, but I said, “Sure, me too.” He started reading one of his favorite new stories to me to make sure we both got hard. Then he ordered me to unbutton and unzip, saying, “I wanna see how my little foster bro is developing. You go first.” I was nervous and suddenly a bit shy, I honestly didn’t know at that point how I measured up to many other guys when hard. But Bradley was insistent. “Strip now, boy. I want you out of those clothes and to see how you like this story.” He was reading this insanely hot reader’s letter to the magazine. It was about how the writer got introduced to having sex with his aunts and stepmom by his dad. The writer was really descriptive and talented, and it definitely turned me on to hear Bradley’s sexy voice reading it while I took off my t-shirt and pants. My briefs were completely tenting and Bradley insistently commanded, “Take them off, you’ll feel better.” I shyly pushed them down to the floor and my cock bounced up to hit my stomach. Bradley appreciatively whistled and said, “Wow, very nice, little bro. That’s a pretty good piece you have for only 18!” I blushed. I don’t think any other guy had ever sincerely complimented my cock before.
It was also a turn-on that he was still in his clothes and reading filth out loud to me while looking at my naked, aroused body. I felt kind of objectified and admired at the same time, and I had no idea at that point in my young life that there was something known as “CMNM” porn or activity. I just felt good being exposed and looked at, and proud that this more-experienced older teen was telling me that I had an impressive dick. Bradley clearly sensed that I was really turned on by this scene, and instead of also undressing right away, he firmly said, “Jack your dick. Stroke it, you know you want to. All of these weeks of us reading my magazines together, I’m sure you’ve gone back to your room and jerked your dick right away. Even when Anthony is in the bed right next to you, I bet.” He said that with a wink. He was right, of course. I was so horny a lot of the time, especially after hanging out in Bradley’s room, that I couldn’t keep my hands off my cock. Sometimes I’d be playing with myself under the covers, even when my 19-year-old brother was in our shared bedroom, too. I could tell he was sometimes doing the same thing.
I was slightly hesitant for Bradley to watch me jerking off, though. It was an era when boys pretended to each other that they didn’t masturbate. There was a lot of teasing at school where we’d talk about it incessantly, all while pretending that we didn’t do it. That there was something wrong with it. Bradley was firm with me, though, and said, “Dude, you agreed to do this with me, and I know you want to. I’m telling you can go ahead and jerk that dick while I’m reading you this hot story, and I’m not going to make fun of you or get you in trouble. So just get to it.”
So, I started to use my left hand to stroke my super-hard dick. It was over 6” long by that age, but not yet as girthy as I am now. I still had a lot of growing up to do. But I also produced a lot more precum at that age than I ever did after that. So my cock was already lubing itself up even though I had just started stroking it. It felt weird but a turn-on to be touching myself in front of an older boy like this. I had really only done it jokily with my older brother and our best friend, at that point, in games of truth or dare and stuff like that. Bradley encouraged me and said, “Nice, kid, you’re a pro at that already.”
But then he said, “But I have a few tricks of my own that you might like too.” And with that he put his magazine down and abruptly took off his shirt, revealing a surprisingly muscular pale chest with a little bit of curly hair between his pecs, and an attractive musky scent coming from his pits. He shucked his jeans off. He was standing about two feet from me in small black briefs, and I was startled by what appeared to be an anaconda-size bulge in there. He really had not been kidding about his pants crushing him, I guess. He was squeezing his hardon and balls through his underwear, and he said, “You ready to see your honorary older bro, Jay?” I said, “Yes,” and he said, “Yes what?” I didn’t quite know what to say but I guessed that the answer was supposed to be “Yes sir!” So I blurted that out. Bradley smiled with a satisfied smirk and said, “That’s right, boy, get ready to see what you might grow one day if you’re lucky.”
He stepped out of his briefs, and I let out a gasp. He was sporting a gigantically thick, ten-inch monster hardon. I couldn’t believe it. It rivaled the big ones that we saw in his magazine. He read my mind, and laughed and said, “How do you think I keep the black girls satisfied and coming back for more? I gotta compete!” I asked, “Is that how big you’ve been since hitting puberty?” while he started to slowly palm his thick meaty shaft from base to tip. Bradley answered, “No, honestly, I was pretty small when I was younger. And I’m kinda shy about telling you how it got so big.”
He started unselfconsciously using both hands to grip his long, thick shaft, because one hand couldn’t manage the task. I was so turned on watching him, my own dick was throbbing in my hand. I begged, “Please Bradley, I gotta know how you grew that big thing. I want to be like that when I’m your age.” Clearly I didn’t really know how much genetics played into it. He said, “You really cannot tell anyone.” I promised. He said, “Well, one of the reasons I’m into the kind of stuff I’m into, is that my biological dad used to do stuff with me when I was your age. He thought I was kind of scrawny and weak, and he wanted me to be more manly. So he made me start working out at his gym with him, and he also made me do stuff with him.” I was naively confused. “What kind of stuff?” I asked. Bradley replied, “Well, he told me that he would teach me how to have sex, but after taking me to get a physical one time where the doctor stimulated my dick, he saw that I wasn’t very big for my age. He and the doctor talked about me right in front of me. And the doctor, who was this muscular and distinguished older Black dude, told him: if you want your son’s dick to grow as big and strong as yours, you need to feed him some of your own masculine energy.”
I was liking where this was going. Bradley was clearly turned on by the memory, as his huge dick was pulsing even more in his hands as he stroked himself. I asked what happened next and he said, “Well, the doctor told my dad to unzip, and he had me lie back on his exam table. Then he told my dad to get all the way hard and feed it to me.” I was so startled by this admission; I couldn’t believe that this older boy was telling me this secret. “Seriously?” I asked. Bradley continued, “Yeah. The doctor told him that if he fed me his hard cock every day for a few months, and made me swallow his seed, that I would start to take on the biological blessings that he had been born with. And you should have seen my dad. If you think my cock is big, you would be amazed by my dad. He had to be at least 11 or 12 inches and even thicker than this. The doctor was even shocked by it and told him that he was the biggest white guy he had seen.” I was in awe and so turned on at the idea of young Bradley being fed daddy dick right in front of his pediatrician. I asked, sheepishly, “So did he actually cum in your mouth??” pretending to be slightly grossed out by the idea. Bradley was a bit shy about answering, but he said, “Yeah. He didn’t really want to, but the doctor told him it was the best way to make me grow up into a man, to drink from the seed that made me.” I asked, “Did you like sucking it?” And Bradley said, “Um… well… I didn’t really like it, man, it wasn’t my idea….” But I could see from the way his dick was leaking even more precum, that he was totally turned on by this memory and by sharing it with me while I jacked my dick along with his same rhythm. So I just said, “But, you wanted a big dick, too, so you obeyed?” And Bradley said, “You bet. My dad could be a total asshole and pretty mean if I disobeyed him, and I figured that I was better of following doctor’s orders. So, I just did my best to take it in my mouth. It didn’t even take him that long to get off. The doctor was urging him on and saying stuff like ‘That’s right dad, feed your load to your son, you are going to make him grow up big and strong, let him drink that entire batch of cream right from the tap.”
I was so close to cumming, hearing Bradley tell me about this formative moment in his youth. I could totally imagine him lying back in the doctor’s office with the physician directing his dad to use his mouth. And Bradley was reliving it, obviously it was an intense part of his youth. He was clearly close to shooting, too. He said, “Let’s cum together, little bro. I wanna see how far we can both shoot our loads.” That was the sexy encouragement I needed to push me over the edge. Watching my hot older foster brother frantically stroking his gigantic dick and feeling the erotic thrill of exhibitionism of stroking in front of him, drove me to the point of no return. My toes curled and my cock started pulsating one huge volley of hot white cum after another after another. Some landed on my chin, some landed on my shoulder and chest. That set Bradley off and he playfully and crudely aimed his schlong at me. He growled and grunted as his cannon blasted some immense loads of cum. And as he clearly intended, some of it hit my stomach and chest and mixed with my own, it started to slide down toward my still rock-hard cock. Bradley was bucking and shaking and making so much noise, it was a good thing that we were alone in the house. He was kind of laughing at the surprise hose-down he gave me and he said, “Boy, mix that cream together and keep jacking. You don’t even know how great a lube it is until you feel it. It’ll make you cum again.” I did as he commanded, saying “Yes sir,” while I scooped some of our mixed loads off my body and kept stroking myself. He said, “Maybe my load will give you the protein you need to grow some more inches,” and that seemed to trigger a lightbulb in his head. I could practically see the devious plan forming in his mind based on the fatherly story he had just shared with me. But I played dumb like I didn’t hear him, and instead I just concentrated on immediately jerking myself to another, slightly less intense orgasm and spraying another batch of hot cream onto myself. It did feel amazing to jack off with his slimy load and mine mixed together.
***
That was such a hot experience with Bradley. I really enjoyed the freedom and naughtiness, the voyeurism and exhibitionism of jerking off together in his room, sharing the erotica he bought and hearing about one of his formative experiences. I was surprised, too, by the openness of him telling me about what his dad made him do. And the few times he firmly made me call him sir. And the way he playfully shot his load on me, but then seriously encouraged me to use it as lube. And implied something about growing my endowment size by contact with the cum from his huge dick.
So, access to his magazine collection continued. We repeated a similar scenario several times over the next couple weeks. I’d go to his room, even when some other people were at home with us, and we’d just be quieter with our shenanigans if we weren’t alone. I was getting quite hooked on reading and looking at his magazines, and in watching my studly and suave older foster brother jerking off, showing me some of his techniques which I tried on myself, too. And he even decided to branch out a bit in his tastes of magazines, I think for my sake, and got some that weren’t exclusively focused on African American family activities. I think he also started to notice how much I loved it when he sprayed his cum on my body, because he never changed that habit after that first time…. In fact it seemed like he started trying to aim more intentionally to coat my cock directly while I was jacking mine…. And a few times he even aimed it at my face. He laughed very deviously the first time he “accidentally” hit me in the mouth… and I certainly was not expecting it, so I did not think to keep my mouth shut or avoid getting it on my lips or tongue. After seeing it on my face, Bradley impishly laughed and said, “Well I guess that’s another way for me to help you get your cock to grow bigger faster. You could eat my load the way my dad made me eat his.” And with that, he reached over and stuck two fingers into the white spunk on my face and pushed it into my mouth. I kind of gagged and tried to spit it out, but Bradley pushed his fingers in further and said, “Don’t resist it, kid, you want to grow big and strong, don’t you? I think you want to eat more of it. Maybe I should even make you drink it right from the tap next time.”
I was shocked by this development, but I have to admit that the idea really turned me on, and I liked the weird feeling of having Bradley force his big fingers into my mouth even if they were covered in salty cum. I didn’t know just what an oral fixation I had, yet, but it definitely was starting to develop.
For his part, I was really surprised that this straight player was getting off on teasing me in this very intimate and dominant way, literally soaking me in his cum on a regular basis, and now feeding it to me and “threatening” basically to make me suck him off. Like I said, he was actually a rather sweet and gentle guy, but I liked the calmly dominant spirit with which he treated me as his younger foster bro. Instead of feeling like I was being bullied like I was sometimes by the boys at school, it felt more like attention and affection that Bradley started to say things to me to see my cock grow harder and jump more, like, “Huh, I think you like the idea of sucking me off, don’t you? I didn’t know you would turn out to be a cocksucker, but that might be alright for me. It might be convenient to have one right here at home, instead of having to wait until I get to school and have one of my girls take care of me.” I could have been offended or freaked out that he was figuring out that I was actually turned on by this idea. He made it sound like it would be a convenient arrangement and not something that I should be ashamed of.
But we didn’t go there right away.
Bradley told me it would be OK to go into his room to look at his magazines when he wasn’t home, as long as I wouldn’t tell anyone about it. He spent a bit more time out of the house over the next few months because he was doing better, behavior-wise, under the guidance of my parents. So he was allowed to make more plans, such as going out with his girlfriend, and even occasionally going to visit his family. I appreciated the fact that Bradley gave me access to his room and his stash of naughty magazines, even though I had come to prefer our time together in his room. It did give me the opportunity to jerk off more than I could when I was strictly sharing my room with my older brother Anthony. (For his matter, I could kind of tell that Anthony appreciated having more private time than usual in our bedroom. He was in there with the door closed more frequently, and sometimes I would listen at the door and could hear familiar sounds that made it clear that he was jerking off just as much as Bradley and I did.)
Although Bradley was spending more time with his girlfriend and enjoying a bit more freedom, he still liked to have me hang out with him in his room sometimes. And he developed a new kink to try out on me. He’d come home from a date and tell me to meet him upstairs. I’d go up and get into his room, and soon after he’d come in and lock the door behind him.
I vividly remember the first time this happened. He came home from a date, said hey to my parents and siblings, and then asked if it would be OK if I went up to do my homework in his room. They said “Sure, of course. Glad you’re keeping him so focused.”
Bradley shut the door and said to me with a naughty grin, “Jay you should have seen it tonight. I went to the movies with [his girlfriend] and she surprised me by inviting her cousin to show up at the theatre and sit with us. At first I was pissed because I wanted to have a nice date with my girl and maybe even feel each other up in the dark, you know. But I should have known something was up when they sat on either side of me near the back of the theatre. I guess my girlfriend must have been bragging to her cousin about how hung I am, because the cousin kept putting her hand further and further up my thigh, getting closer to touching it as it was growing in my pants. I was worried that my girlfriend would slap me or her cousin, but apparently, she encouraged it. She actually grabbed her cousin’s hand and put it directly on my package. That made me go all the way hard, it was such a turnon to have both girls feeling me with a few people in the rows right in front of us. The cousin actually got my jeans unbuttoned and made me scoot up so she could unzip me, and my girlfriend reached in and pulled my dick out!! It was so awesome, dude, being hard and free right there in the theatre. That’s when I suddenly realized that one of the men sitting in the row ahead of us and to the right, was my history teacher there with his wife and son! He must have heard some of the commotion behind, even though we were trying to be quiet, because he looked back and sideways right at me, and he saw my girlfriend and her cousin, each with one hand on my big thick shaft, stroking me. And he looked right at me, nodded, and gave me a little thumbs up of approval. That totally turned me on, getting caught like that, bro. I almost came right then. But I knew to hold back.”
I was of course jacking my dick the entire time Bradley was telling me about this, and he was tenting really big in his underwear. He continued, “You would not believe what my girl planned next. I really don’t know what got into her, but she leaned over and started licking and sucking my dick right there while her cousin was stroking me. The cousin had seen Mr. Smith’s thumbs up, and even though she didn’t want the wife or their teenage boy to see us, she went ‘psst’ to get his attention. He looked back and his eyes got big seeing my girlfriend swallowing my dick like a pro. I just smiled right back at him. Then the cousin leaned down and started sharing my dick with my girlfriend, they were basically kissing and licking each other around my cock!! Can you believe that?” I said, “Not really, it sounds so hot though, I wish I could have seen it in real life!” Bradley said, “Oh, ya little perv, you wanted a front row seat to our show, huh? I bet we could arrange that sometime if I could ever get my girlfriend over here when your parents are out of the house.”
But then he shocked me by going further. He said, “But you know what you could do for now?” I asked, “What?” And he replied, “You could taste some of that pussy juice for yourself.” I was very confused. I said, “How??” And he said, “Because those sluts got even more wild. The theatre was not crowded at all, the movie was pretty loud, and we knew that only the teacher noticed them sucking me. So my girlfriend decided to push it even further. She made me feel her between the legs in her miniskirt and that’s when I realized she wasn’t wearing any underwear. She told me to feel her cousin and she wasn’t wearing any either. So for a little while, I was fingering one girl on each side of me. They were getting equally wet and I could feel those pussies gripping my fingers. I really know what I’m doing by this point. Then my girlfriend puts one finger to my lips to tell me to stay quiet, and she actually slides over from her seat, still facing the screen, and she just sits down on my dick. Dude, it felt sooooo amazing to be up in her right there in the theatre, with her cousin fondling my thigh and feeling my balls against my girlfriend’s lips. And seeing that Mr. Smith would look over sometimes to see this going on, man, that was just extra wild.” I was shocked by the totally insane story Bradley was telling me. I kept jerking my dick which was throbbing with lust.
So then Bradley said to me, “So now, Jay, I want you to get down on your knees, and I want you to lick this dick. It still has my girl’s pussy juices on it from when she was riding me, and I want you to taste it.” He had never been that direct before in telling me to actually “go there” and try sucking him. But I was so turned on and I knew not to resist his invitation or “command.” I was on my knees fast, my eyes growing wider as I got closer than ever to seeing that giant cock right in my face. It did smell different than usual, and whether or not I was imagining it, it looked kind of slick. Brad said with some insistence, “Little bro, I want you to lick me clean and get that pussy juice into your mouth. Time you taste some, because I bet you’ve never had a chance to try it right?” I admitted that I had not. I tentatively stuck out my tongue and tasted the impossibly huge meaty head of his dick. It was so hard and swollen, and I was stunned that I had this gigantic cock now in my hands. He encouraged me, “It’s OK, you can go ahead and taste it. Lick the head, lick my shaft. Lick my balls and then lick all the way up to my head.” I felt so perverse and nasty doing this thing for the first time, but also so amazed and happy that I was getting to experiment with my foster brother. He gently put his hand on the back of my head and told me to open my mouth as wide as possible, so he could slide his cock in. It barely fit my mouth. It was so thick and it tasted so amazing to me. I was hooked. The feeling of that big, beautiful dick sliding into my mouth triggered a lifelong love of sucking all kinds of dicks, but especially girthy and long ones. Bradley kept the focus on his girlfriend and her cousin, I guess to make sure what we were doing wasn’t “too gay.” He kept repeating things like “Man, your mouth feels so much like her cunt, you are a natural at this but you don’t even know yet how good it feels to be inside a tight wet pussy.” And “Taste that juice, bro, it’s sweet, isn’t it? Maybe when she comes over I’ll even let you lick her to get her ready for me. I bet she’d get off on that, she’s obviously pretty freaky.”
Then my perverted older foster brother told me, “Keep sucking me off, dude, you’re doing great, I can’t believe it’s your first time. And you know what? You are already tasting my cum. Because my girl was riding me with her cousin and my teacher watching, I obviously didn’t bring a condom with me, and I was bare inside her. And even though I can usually last pretty well, I was so turned on that I ended up blasting a big load right up into her. She’s gonna be leaking my cum for at least a day, and I know it’s still on my dick too, haha.” I was so turned on by his filthy talk while I was sucking my first dick. My own cock was throbbing and threatening to go off at any moment without touching myself. Hearing that I was tasting his juices mixed with hers, combined with the fact that he was holding onto my ears and gently fucking into my surprisingly talented throat, pushed me over the edge. One of the biggest orgasms of my young life erupted, and I sprayed multiple huge volleys of cream all over Bradley’s rug. He could tell it was happening, and he commanded me, “Kid, don’t stop now, don’t stop, keep sucking me and open that throat for me, you’re milking me so good. I need to get off again, you are going to swallow this entire load for me, boy.” I was scared. I didn’t know if I would like the feeling or the flavor. But I really didn’t have much choice, he was in a zone fucking my face and surprisingly I wasn’t gagging despite the fact that his dick was practically the length of my forearm. He was grunting and moaning, and I was worried that anyone might be out in the hall listening. He didn’t seem to care. He was lost in the great feeling of building up to a big orgasm, fucking his little foster brother’s virgin mouth. He said, “I’m gonna shoot, don’t stop, just let it flood your throat, keep it up.” And then suddenly my mouth was overflowing with this salty, hot jizz, which literally just started oozing around the giant dick that was still pumping in and out, and some of it dripped off my lips. Some of it went down my throat. Bradley was panting and kind of bucking and shaking as the last few aftershocks of his massive orgasm racked his body. He patted me on top of the head as he slowly pulled his dick out of my mouth, and he said, “Dude, that was amazing, especially for your first time. I knew you’d like it, and guess what? Now that you’ve had the cream right from the source, you’re gonna grow up big and strong like me” He gave a little mischievous laugh to acknowledge that the idea was kind of ridiculous, but I certainly wanted to believe him.
Bradley said, “OK, time for you to go, I gotta get some sleep and I don’t want Anthony to be too concerned about why you aren’t done with your homework yet.” He slapped me playfully on the butt after I put my clothes back on, and he said, “Now that I know you’re into it, you are going to be sucking my dick regularly, Jay, plan on it. But I meant what I said, I’ll also let you watch me and my girlfriend fucking and teach you the ropes if you want.” I was curious for sure, and eager to learn from such an experienced oversexed stud, so I said “Yes, definitely!” He said “Alright, I’ll work on making it happen, now get outta here and don’t tell anyone of course.”
After cleaning up in the bathroom, I went to the bedroom that I shared with my brother Anthony. He was already in the room and he seemed uncharacteristically quiet. He said “Can I ask you a serious question?” I said “Sure.” And he asked, “Did Bradley force you to do anything you didn’t want to do tonight or any other time?” I overacted total innocence like nothing ever happened in Bradley’s room. But Anthony didn’t let it drop, he had a concerned older brother tone in his voice. He said, “I could hear some things going on in his room, and it sounded a bit intense.” I said “Um, well. Um, he was just telling me about his date tonight and was kind of acting out parts of it.” Anthony said, “Yeah, sure. I know better than that, you don’t have to cover. He’s so smooth, he actually has gotten me to do some stuff I never expected to do either. Like, he promised me that his girlfriend’s best friend wanted me to take her out and screw her….” I said, “Really? What happened.” Anthony said, “But when I showed up for the date, he was there with his girlfriend instead. And you know what they did?” I said, “No, of course not.” And he said, “Well, that girl is super horny, even more than we are I guess, because she told me that she wanted me to fuck her right in front of Bradley, in her parent’s rec room.” I was stunned that my well-behaved brother was telling me this. He continued, “I was kind of freaked out because I didn’t know if I was being set up, but Bradley told me to go ahead, that he thought it would be kind of cool to see her with another guy.” I asked, “Really?!” And he said, “Yeah, and suddenly, she’s all over me, kissing me and groping me, and the whole time Bradley is encouraging her, telling her she is so hot and so beautiful and he knows she wants more experience with more guys.” He continued, “He literally sat on the couch next to us jerking himself off while she sucked me til I got harder than I’ve ever been, and then he literally directed me on how to take her from behind. He even grabbed my dick and guided me into her at first. It was pretty amazing. But it was really weird, too, you know?” I didn’t want to admit that I was already hard again, listening to my older brother describe an experience with our pervy foster brother and his slutty girlfriend.
I asked, “So, why did you assume that Bradley forced me to do something I didn’t want to do?” Anthony responded, “Well, basically, because I know he’s such a smooth dude he can charm anyone into anything, right? But also… I don’t’ want to tell you. It’s embarrassing.” I pushed him, “Please, tell me.” He said, “well, I guess it was already a bit weird that he was into watching me fucking his girlfriend, but it was actually really cool. But then, he decided that it was his turn, and he just kinda guided me out of the way. He pushed me onto the sofa and told her to straddle my face. Then he started fucking her doggy style. It was a pretty hot view, I have to say. But then he got freaky, and he actually started to intentionally miss on some strokes and instead he was aiming his dick at my mouth. I am kind of guessing you know how big it is, right?” I sheepishly nodded yes. Anthony continued, “Well then you know it’s pretty fucking intimidating and hard to miss. He was literally missing every other entry into her pussy and guiding it to my mouth instead, and he even used his hand to intentionally push it in, even though he had to know I never wanted it. I tried to keep my mouth shut but he pried it open and I just knew that it was better not to resist any further.” I was shy to ask this of my definitely straight older brother, but I asked, “Did you like it?” And he said, “Well… I did after I figured out that I could also lick her too, and that she liked it, and I thought it was pretty cool to have the view of him just pumping that giant dick in and out of her. So I decided to just give in to it and enjoy the experience. And of course, it didn’t hurt that she had started licking and sucking me while he was fucking her hard. It felt amazing. So, even though I don’t think I’m into sucking dick, it was actually a kind of cool experience.”
I noticed that Anthony was occasionally grabbing his crotch and adjusting himself while he was recounting this experience to me, and I certainly was turned on by hearing about it. I said, “Well, that was pretty sneaky of them to do the bait and switch with you, but it really sounds mostly like a good time?” He said, “Yeah, it really was. But one of the things he said afterward just concerned me. He told me that he had been letting you look at porn in his room, and that you were learning some stuff from him, and since you’re so much younger than me, I just don’t want him pushing you into anything you don’t feel comfortable with.”
I was touched by his brotherly concern, and the fact that he wasn’t really seeming to judge what I might or might be interested in doing. I am sure he noticed by this point that I was bulging in the pajamas I had changed into and couldn’t avoid touching my hardon during this conversation. Anthony said, “Hmmm, looks like you might not have gotten worn out in Bradley’s room, after all. What did he make you do?”
I was feeling so raunchy and edgy that I dared to say, “It might be better to show you.” He was confused but intrigued, and he said, “OK.” I said, “Take off your pants. I’ll show you.” And to my surprise he readily complied. Soon I was confronted with a really solid, thick 8” dick and big balls, and my brother saying, “What’s next, bro?” I just told him to lie back on his bed and I climbed on to the bottom end of it, and started to use some of the same licking and sucking techniques I had just practiced on Bradley. Anthony was shocked. I don’t think with any of the boyish play we had done with our best friend, that he really quite clued into my attraction to other guys, or considered the fact that I might enjoy sucking dick. But he certainly didn’t resist. He was so hard and he was involuntarily moaning with pleasure as I serviced his dick. Even though it wasn’t as thick and long as Bradley’s, there was something extra perverse and thrilling about the fact that he was my biological brother. I just gave it my all, and he definitely responded well to my efforts. I could tell that he was getting off on the unexpected development, and he said, “Well, I guess you haven’t been getting forced into stuff that you don’t want to do?” I said “Not so far. Bradley’s a good guy, really, and so are you. I am honored that you’d let me suck you like this, and you taste even better than him.”
He was flattered by that and seemed to get even more comfortable with my service. He even started to say, “Hmm, I kinda wonder if Bradley and I should get together with you and some of his girlfriends and see what happens.” I told him about Bradley’s offer with his girlfriend, and Anthony said, “Wow, that’s so fucking hot, bro. I want in on that action, too. I’ll work on him and on making sure the rest of the family gets out of the house more often soon.”
I was happy about that, and so excited that I was obviously making Anthony feel amazing too. His balls were pulling up really tight and I could sense that he was going to shoot pretty soon. I think I’d learned that I didn’t really like it in my mouth that much, so I asked him to just aim for my chest and stomach. He didn’t mind wherever it would go, as long as he could cum soon, and sure enough, he took over jerking his cock and was soon spraying a pretty epic load all over my shoulders, chest and stomach. He took his own hand and rubbed it into my skin, and said, “Gotta get you cleaned up and I guess this is good for your skin. Plus it’s getting late and I don’t want you waking anyone up going to the bathroom down the hall.”
It felt sweet to be cleaned up by my older brother, and I thanked him for letting me suck him off. I had gone from an oral virgin to two amazing experiences in one might, with some raunchy promising experiences to come in the near future.
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