Guys Have Needs

You need to get laid, dude. Not two weeks into this lockdown shit and the lack of regular pussy is already driving you fuckin’ buggy. Not that you were getting it regular before, which is why you kicked the last ho to the curb in the first place, but at least she was good for a handie if she didn’t feel like putting out. And you know the last fight wasn’t your fault anyhow, all you did was ask her to suck on you for a sec and the bitch acted like she’d never had a dick in her mouth before. Nobody would blame you for breaking up over something like that. Everybody knows guys have needs. Duh.

Now see, what you need is a bitch like the one on the laptop. She’s fucking gorgeous, with big bouncy natural tits and a round ass and a pussy made for grooving. Check the bitch out! Riding reverse cowgirl on a huge black tallywhacker and getting face-fucked by another, taking both deep and loving every inch. She’s moaning, she’s groaning, she’s sucking one dick like there’s gold in them there balls, grinding on the other like it’ll shoot diamonds in her womb. You hear all the time about porn sluts faking, but come on, ain’t nobody could fake that! She’s cumming all over the fucking place!

You could do it, y’know, could be in porn. You’ve got the dick, sure you do. Look at it! Okay, so it’s not so long as some, but it’s a decent girth and got one wicked crook just under the head. You’re not shaving your crotch, though. Can you even imagine looking like a nine-year-old down there again? Well, you’d be a big-dick nine-year-old, but still no thanks. And you damn well know how to fuck!

Oh wait, here’s your favorite part of the scene, where the guy on bottom grabs the bimbo’s waist and pushes her up and off then slams her right back down, this time stuffing his big black twatstick up her ass. Lubed with pussy-juice, it barrels right on inside, more and more and more until the bitch’s lap sits right in his nest of kinky pubes. Shocked, she lets the other guys cock fall from her lips and screams, the agony in her voice making your own asshole clench. While she’s wailing, the other guy drops to his knees and shoves his own drool-shiny dick in her recently vacated pussy, making her scream again, but this time the agony is tempered with something that shoots electric tingles through your balls. The slut likes having two cocks up inside her, pounding both her tunnels into wet, quivering messes. You want to do that sometime, don’t you? Get with another guy, dp a bitch until she can do nothing more than scream too. Wonder what it would feel like? Another cock thrusting in time with yours, separated only by a thin wall of flesh? Maybe your balls tangling and rubbing together with each thrust? Yeah, they say it’s gay if your balls touch, but you’re more comfortable with your sexuality than that, ain’t you? You like pussy. No, you LOVE pussy. Tangling with another dude when you’re right next door to each other doesn’t mean you’re—

Shit. Speaking of gay, he’s watching you again, standing in the shadow of the doorway to the bathroom y’all share. You can feel him, can’t you? Feel his hungry gaze on your crotch. He’s been watching you for years, taking any and every excuse to catch you half-naked. At first you just figured he wanted to see what was in store for himself as he journeyed further into adolescence and the scrutiny would stop when his body began changing. But it didn’t, did it? Now he’s every bit a teenager, with scruffy pits and a crack in his voice, and he still watches you. Like he’s taking pictures with his eyes. And when does he take these pictures out and look at them? Why, at night, when he’s laying in his own bed. He jerks off as much as you. You can hear the rhythmic creaking when he starts, which come to think is usually right when you do. Huh. Bet he’s in there examining his memories of a half-naked you while listening to you whack. It’s not like you’ve ever been quiet about it. Part of you has always enjoyed knowing your little brother might hear, and the same part of you has enjoyed the fact he’s lately started sneaking into the bathroom to watch.

Go on, give him a show. Hold your thick cock straight up from your belly. Rub the pre drooling from your slit all around the mushroom head. Groan, yeah, like that, emphasizing just how good it feels. Fondle your balls in your fingers. Feel his eyes on you. Maybe you should invite him in, let him get a closer look.

“Either go the hell away or come in and blow me.” What? What did you say? Shit, man, perfect, he’ll run for—

Holy crap! He’s actually coming in here! Wearing only boxers, just like you, and with his dick poking through the flap like a nosy neighbor, again just like you. He’s pretty big, too, bigger than you were at his age, and he’s loving every inch of himself, ain’t he? Yeah, stroking his dick because he’s hot for you. See? You sometimes thought you were only imagining things, but the lust on his face as he drops to his knees ain’t fucking fantasy! Push your boxers off so’s your naked, spread your legs, let him in! Watch him lick his lips as he opens his mouth wide, his hot breath sizzling on your knob, his tongue –

Oh fuck his tongue! Digging into your slit, lapping up the pre, slicking under the hood, sucking the whole head inside. You’ve never felt anything this good, no chick has ever ever ever worked you with this kind of skill. He’s done this before.

“You done this before, ain’t you?”

He squelches off your cock and shakes his head. “Naw. First time.” And back down he goes, almost . . . almost . . . nope! All the way to the pubes, baby! Bullshit he ain’t done this before, but you ain’t complaining. No sirree, you’re moaning and groaning and fucking your hips up into his hot mouth. ‘S all right, ’s cool, go on and show him how much you love his fellatio. You may not be gay, you’re sure as shit not gay, but holy hell, maybe getting your needs met with another guy ain’t so terrible after all. Aw yeah, he’s rolling your balls around in his fingers, squeezing them just this side of painful, the way you like to do it to yourself when you beat off, using the fingers of his other hand to tickle your taint, caress up and down the pebbled skin, press in just enough to punch a throb through your belly. A digit drops further down, just into your crack. Tentatively rubs your asshole. Chill dude, he knows better than to breach, he’s just flickering and tickling, and between that, the pressure of his grip on your balls, the sliding heat of his mouth up and down your shaft, you have but a nanosecond to bless whoever your brother lied about sucking before rockets go off behind your eyes, reds and whites and blues that ain’t got shit to do with patriotism and everything to do with glory. You’re spurting in your brother’s mouth, groaning and cursing and spilling your hot jism down his gulping throat, and he’s groaning too, all but drowning in your flow. The fingers squeezing your balls tighten even as the one at your asshole drops away so he can fist himself, so he can shoot his own load while he suckles every drop of yours. His body shakes and his eyes roll back in his head and he moans around your dick as he cums, you can’t see him but a single shot on your leg provides all the evidence you need. You’d think you’d be disgusted at the feel of his jizz dripping down your shin but it’s kinda hot knowing you turned him on enough to orgasm. Wow, he’s still sucking on you, and it feels almost too good, don’t it? There ya go, push him off before you jump outta your skin, but fuck, the way he’s looking at your dick with his tongue lapping around his lips for stray drops of your spunk . . . when’s the last time a bitch looked at you like that? Never, am I right?

“’Preciate it, bro.” Dude, you sound like you’re thanking him for helping change a tire. Feeling a little weirded out, maybe, now you’ve nutted? Wuss.

“Welcome,” he breathes. “Been wanting to do that a hot minute. Think you’ll wanna go again sometime?”

“Maybe.” Don’t lie to your brother, it’s not nice. “Probably.” After all, guys do have needs, and who knows how long this lockdown shit will last?

“Cool.”

And of course you can’t stop thinking about it. For the last hour, since he left and you wiped his jizz off your shin and crashed, you’ve done nothing but toss and turn and try to ignore your half-hard dick. Still weirded out? Dude, you were horny and tired of jerking off, nothing more. Guys get blowjobs from other guys all the fucking time, whether anybody cops to it or not. Yeah, maybe your brother being the cocksucker is a little strange, but the world didn’t stop turning, did it? God didn’t toss lightning on your head, fundamentalist stormtroopers didn’t swarm through the window. Get over it! Incest laws were designed to prevent inbreeding, but even if you fucked him (which, no) he wouldn’t get pregnant anyway, would he? Ain’t you never heard shit-babies don’t live? Gross, maybe, but true.

Wonder if he has ever been ass-banged? You’re curious, admit it. Why don’t you go ask? You’ve shared (ok, bragged) about your sexual shenanigans with him, he should feel free to do the same, even if his are a little, ah, different from yours. He’ll probably say no, like he did when he lied about his cocksucking skills, but he has to have at least considered being cornholed. Maybe even fantasized about you being the one to do him. Think about it, all the times you’ve heard him jerking off in his bedroom, maybe he was imagining your prick up his chute. Heh, you like the idea, don’t you? Yeah, your halfie just stiffened into a full-on rager. Not because of the butt-fucking, because you’re not gay no matter what happened while ago, but you dig the notion of being, what do they call it, an object of admiration. You like imagining your brother imagining your cock in his mouth, or even in his ass. You like the way he looked at you after he blew you off, like you hung the bloody moon. Okay, let’s not get carried away, he’s heard your turds splash same as you’ve heard his.

Speaking of hearing shit, there go his bedsprings again, singing rhythmic praises to the Gods of All Good Wanks. You’d roll your eyes and snort at how only an hour has gone by and he’s already aiming for another nut if your own cock wasn’t rocket-stiff and leaking. So, since he’s awake, why don’t you climb your ass off the bed and go poke your nose (or your dick) into his sexual business and find out if he’s ever been boned? Not because you want to bone him yourself, since you’re obviously not gay (not that there’s anything wrong with it) but because maybe after he lies he’ll be willing to blow you again. Nah, don’t worry about sliding into your boxers, you’d just have to push ‘em off again. Hopefully.

Look, he left his door to the connecting bath open, like he’s waiting for you. Inviting you in. The lights in his room are off but the streetlamp outside his window provides plenty of illumination. Your little brother’s laying on his bed, naked as you are, sheets and blankets pushed to the side. Writhing under his own pumping hand, and yeah, you were right, he’s bigger than you were at his age. More pubes too, an explosion of short’n’curlies like a patch of dark wildflowers at the base of a fencepost. His free fingers tweaking and caressing the pointed nipples on his fleshy chest, then sliding down, across his belly, past his still-stroking other hand, to cup his balls.

Heh. You’re watching him like he’s been known to watch you, and while it’s annoyed you at times you have to admit from this side it’s kinda hot. Yeah, you did the circle jerk thing with your buddies once or twice years ago, and you side-eyed them while they side-eyed you although nobody would admit it, but there’s something sexy about seeing someone please themselves with no worry of judgment. Sexy enough to make you grab your own rager and balls, squeeze and stroke with the same rhythm as your little brother. Feels good, feels real good, for the both of y’all, and even your moans are synched in time and key. Then he lets go his balls, reaches further down to tickle his taint. You do that sometimes too, don’t deny. But you’ve never done what he’s doing now, you’ve never spread your legs to probe your asshole. Only because you never thought of it, you fuckin’ perv. Wonder how it feels?

“How does it feel?”

He starts, snatches both hands away and yanks the sheet over his quivering stiffie and sweat-glisteny body. “Wah-what?”

“Your finger in your ass. How does it feel? Good?”

Did he hear you that time? Right as you purse your lips to ask again, he answers. “Yuh-yeah. Kinda.”

“Whatcha mean ‘kinda’?”

Check out the squirming; maybe he’s not lying, maybe he really is cherry. “It feels good, but like it could feel better too. Did you, uh, did you want me to, uh, blow you again?” Changing the subject, cool. You’d rather think about his mouth than his ass, anyway.

“I’m nekkid and hard in your room, ain’t I?” Saunter on over to his bed, your boner swaying back and forth, cutting the air between y’all. He half-turns at your approach, leaning up on his elbow, sheet draped over the S-curve of his body, the plumpness of his rear—

Dammit, get your head in the game and outta his ass!

Stop here by the edge of the bed, only inches from his sweaty face. Man, dig the way he’s looking at your cock, all awestruck and eager, licking his lips in anticipation. His panting breaths tickling the head of your drool-monster. Waiting oh-so-very impatiently for you to give him permission. Guys have needs, we established as much, and your bro is a guy, and right now he needs. He needs bad. Show him some charity, a’ight?

“Come on.”

Damn, never seen the fucker move so fast in his life, but you can clock every click of the streak. His mouth opening, his eyes fluttering shut, his tongue lolling out like a welcome mat to hug you home, then his lips tightening around your shaft as more and more and more of your cock disappears into his moist heat. Feels good, don’t it?

Dang, dude, be quiet, don’t groan so fuckin’ loud! All you need is to wake the ‘rents, that’d be a rockin’ ride to hell for everybody. Slow your bro’s roll while you’re at it, he’s gonna wear hisself out before you get close. You’re in it for the long haul, your explosive nut an hour took the edge off, so now you’re ready to hang back, enjoy the glide. You could do this all night. Tangle your hands in his hair, guide him, teach him how you like your cock sucked. Up, down, swirl, digging into his cheeks and scraping across his tongue. Fuck your glans back and forth between his lips, letting his tongue snake out to lick the drops of pre from your slit and sneak under the skin, then, yeah, go deep, push in ‘til he gags, bury his nose in your pubes. He fuckin’ loves it, he’s savoring your taste with his eyes closed in bliss. You hear me, dude? In bliss.

“Open your eyes. Look up at me while you suck my dick.”

And he does. No iris anywhere to be found, just blown black pupil and a bleary gaze. He’s gone on you. Gone on your cock. Watch his face as you fuck his mouth, feel his moans and gasps for air on your undershaft and glans. He snatches a breath and boom! you slide back in, your balls bouncing off his chin.

“Lick my nuts.”

He comes off you with a slurp, slavers his tongue and his drool on your scrote, and I bet it tickles, don’t it? Tickles and feels good at the same time. He sucks in one ball, then the other, still looking up at you, your rager sliding and bouncing all over his spit-shiny face. He’s pounding his pub under the sheet, his plump rear end snapping back and forth under the thin material. Mighty brotherly of ya to pull it off, give him room to wank. Damn, check out the swell of his cheek; meaty! You knew your brother had a fat ass, you used to joke he could serve tea off the bitch ‘til you noticed how it hurt his feelings, but you never knew he had a phat ass. Glistening, smooth, the indention in the side girls don’t have flexing with each thrust of his dick through his fist. He’s watching your face while you study his hip, and he knows what you’re eyeballing.

“Lay flat.”

“Huh?” Heh, just that one word around your cock makes you shiver; your brother is good.

“Lay on your belly.”

“Why—”

“Lay on your belly and suck my dick.” Listen at you, all firm and demanding! But he performs as ordered, rolling onto his belly and almost unconsciously hunching into the sheet, chasing friction, then leaning up on his elbows and taking your cock deep. Fuck, the kid’s a pro at fellatio. Bet he’d be a pro at being cornholed, too. Have you ever seen an ass so fat, so jiggly? Hairless, almost like a chick’s. If it was a chick’s, you’d be on it like white on rice. Don’t lie.

Go on, take a closer look. It’s right there, dude.

He’s sucking so hard your cock goes pop! when you pull it out of his mouth, and for a minute there’s no sound but for his snuffles and the beat of your heart. “Where, uh, where ya going?” he asks as you prowl around the foot of the bed. He leans up on his shoulders and rolls halfway onto his side. “Whuh, uh, what are—”

“Lay flat, bro.” The expression on his face is fucking priceless. “Go on.” Slowly, hesitantly, he obeys. His feet hang off the mattress, and if he spread ‘em a little more . . . heh, almost like he can read your mind, huh? Go on, stand between them, run your glance up his chubby, downy legs to his chubby, smooth ass. The light spilling through the window glows like gold off his plump cheeks but does little to illuminate the shadowy crack at the top. “Reach around and spread your cheeks.”

“Whuh—”

“Spread your cheeks, bro. Show me your pussy.” Dude. It ain’t a pussy. “Show me your asshole.”

He draws in a breath to ask a W-word again, but he lets the air out with a strangled sigh. Reluctant? Yeah. But eager too. Because he creeps both hands backwards, lays them on his cheeks. Grasps. And slowly, slowly, he pries them apart.

Still can’t see shit, can you? (Heh, “can’t see shit”—get it?) Nothing but shadowy crack and balls on the mattress.

“Climb up on your knees.”

Nothing for a sec; he’s thinking it over. Finally, silently, he obeys, his movements slow but not necessarily hesitant. His back half rises up, pressing his shoulders further into the mattress. His knees slide apart, widening his stance. His hands pull his plump cheeks in opposite directions.

And, at last, the streetlight shines where the sun ain’t never.

Lean in closer, have yourself a good gander. Ignore the balls dangling between his thighs; they’re not important. Concentrate on the hairless crack. On the knotted ring of flesh dead center, clenched tight and bashful at your rapt attention. On the earthy, musky scent. You’ve seen an asshole or two in your time (all female, admittedly) but your little brother’s might just be the prettiest. Go on, stroke it. You know you want to.

He gasps, whines far back in his throat, hunches his tail upward, chasing your touch, his hole nipping at your finger like an eager puppy. Wasn’t there a question you were gonna ask him?

“Ever been fucked?”

He stills. Shuts down the whine. Clenches his hole tight around the tip of your finger but not forcing you out. After a long, long moment, “Nuh-no.”

He ain’t lying, neither.

“Ever thought about it?”

Another long, long moment, then a heavy sigh. No other answer. But all the answer you need.

You could fuck him, pop that cherry yourself. I mean, if you wanted. How many times have you squirted on your stomach at the mere thought of some chick whimpering while you stretched her poop-chute into a tunnel built for you? But none of those bitches you dated would even let you try, would they? Your brother would. Bet. He ain’t a chick, true, but come on, dude, look at that hole! Ignore the balls, ignore the hanging balls, concentrate on his gnarled twist of flesh, so pink and tender and just begging to be breached.

But you can’t just stuff your dick inside, okay? Assholes don’t get wet naturally like pussies do. You have to tease them into loosening, to grease ‘em up so friction doesn’t scrape the pleasure. There’s the lube right there, next to his elbow, but if you grab it and start squirting you’ll scare him off. So go easy there, cowboy. Stroke him with your finger. Probe a little bit. Lean closer, blow into the ring. He likes it, you can tell, not only by the whimpers and the way he spreads his cheeks wider but also by the goosebumps prickling across his flushed flesh, all the way down to his inner thighs. Yeah, he likes your finger and your breath.

Know what else he’d like? Go on, dare ya. Not like you’ve never done it before (sometimes by accident, sometimes not) when eating pussy. It can’t taste too much different from a chick’s. And might help convince him to give up his cherry.

Funny, ain't it? Only minutes ago you swore you weren’t interested in cornholing him, now it’s all you can think about. So take the scary first step to claiming your prize. Your mouth is close enough already so all you gotta do is reach . . . out . . . and . . . lick!

“AH-Ah-aaaaAAeeAa.” Or something like that. You’ve never heard such a sound come from your little brother in his entire life. Never heard such a sound from anybody. And you inspired it with one single swipe of the tongue. Cool, huh? Dig a little deeper. Knock his hands away, use your own to spread those plump cheeks wider. Give him the ol’ curl-and-poke while his ring spazzes and nips, while he keeps making those cool and delicious sounds and shoving his crack backwards into your face. So how does he taste? Musky? Spicy? Naughty? All three? Do the flicker dance, drive him hotter, higher. You’re in control. Make him want your cock in there. Make him need your cock. You’ve always been confident, even arrogant, about your oral skills, now’s the time to prove it. Smack his right cheek, hard. Pop the left. Contrast the pain with the pleasure, the sweet with the bitter. Now diddle a finger inside, not far, enough to promise instead of penetrate. Damn, dude, ‘s some tight stuff. Be a stretch, haha, to get your thickness inside.

Draw back, and ain’t it a kicker watching him chase you, shoving his hips out, his whines gone from ecstatic to pleading. Climb up on the bed. Tease your cock up and down his crack, dig the glans in a little deeper with each pass, his eager puppy hole nipping at the end of your bone. His breathing sounds strangled, his fingers fisting the sheets in tension, but he ain’t running away, he’s staying nice and still and letting you dry-hump. Lay your length against him, lean over ‘til you’re panting in his ear, enjoy the way he shivers at your moist, warm whisper.

“Hand me the lube.” You could reach it yourself, easily, but better to give him the decision. You’re pushy, sure, but you’re not a rapist.

Nothing for several forever seconds, just his panting and the slow rub of your cock in his crack and the goosebumps losing their prickle on his cheeks. Then his hand shoots out, grabs the lube, offers it up with a grind of his hips.

Permission granted, dude. Go to town.

He hisses at the first trickle of cold grease on his puppy; you shoulda warmed it between your fingers; you’ll know better next time. If there is a next time. Make this shit good or there might not be.

Slide your slick finger inside. He hisses again, but not from chilliness. Have you ever felt anything so snug, ever had any pussy clamp down this hard? Didn’t think so. And if he’s this tight on just one finger, imagine how he’s gonna feel on your cock. Pump all the way inside, wiggle and jiggle. A third hiss as he bumps back against you. Slide in another finger, go on, he can take it. He might be a virgin, but your little brother is a pro in the making. He clamps down again, then after yet another hiss loosens. Wonder if you’re hitting his prostate? Isn’t that the sweet spot on guys? You’ve never gone looking for the information, never had reason to care, but you’ve gleaned enough from casual conversations and vague descriptions in Health Ed. Look for it, dude, if you can find a little man in a boat, surely you can—

There it is! You know because he quits with the hisses and starts with the groans, bucking into your touch, goosebumps once again sprouting. A small, spongy mass in the bottom of his tunnel, perfectly obvious when you’ve found it once. Knuckle into it, listen to him moan, remember the location so you can rub it with your cock; man, the wicked crook under your glans is gonna be the perfect tool for this job.

He’s ready now. Gotta be. Slick up your so-hard-it’s-thrumming cock, aim the glans at your little brother’s pink, quivering hole. Press. Press. Press. The opening widens, accepting you, and there! the head slips inside, his ring snapping into place around your mushroom rim.

“Fuckfuckfuck,” one of you moans. “Slow, go slowgoslowsoslow.” That was definitely him, because it’s all you can do to hold yourself back from slamming in, planting your staff in his heat and scoring your pubes into his cheeks.

“Breathe, bro.” Scratch his back, his plump, goosebump-ridden ass-cheeks. “Relax. Let me in.”

And he does, inch by microscopic inch. “. . . goslowgoslowohmygodohmygodgoslow . . .” His flesh embracing you, giving way but hugging close, and it’s a damn good thing you nutted an hour ago or you’d be spewing before you hit the halfway mark, because this shit? This shit right here? This shit is the tightest tunnel you’ve delved in your entire sexual career.

All the way in now. Dry heat caressing your sensitive skin, squeezing your rigid shaft. Your brother’s pained murmurings die away and he gasps once, again, then moans, a quieter-but-far-more-intense version of the AH-Ah-aaaaAAeeAa from earlier. Goosebumps prickle and splash not only on his ass-cheeks but high onto his shoulders, pinking under your still-scratching fingernails. “So big move oh please move!”

Heh. Begging you already. But you’re happy to oblige. Pull out, almost all the way, so his gaping hole begins to close over your purple glans, then push back inside, slowly but firmly. Repeat, a little faster, with a little more oomph. Dig the quiver. The whimpering. Wanna make him crazier? Rub his sweet spot with the wicked crook under your glans. “OH!” Yeah, like that. Do it again. Swirl around inside him. He’s cussing now, calling on his lord and savior in a voice inspired by the devil. “OhmygodohjesusFUCKMEohmygod.” His voice all high and whiny and dripping with the rut. Smack his ass, watch him arch his back into the blow, into each of your thrusts while scrabbling at the sheets with lust-raddled fingers. Tease him some, flicker your glans in and out his hole, then slam back deep, grind into him. Smack his ass again, watch your handprints redden beds of goosebumps on his cheeks.

Bet you could go deeper too, if you’ve the stones. All you gotta do is flip him on his back, prop his legs on your upper arms and sink back inside. I know, I know, you’re still not gay, only tearing up your brother’s ass for convenience (guys do have needs, after all), but it wouldn’t kill you to get an eyeful of his junk. It’s just another cock, dude, just another set of balls. Besides, it would be nice to have visual confirmation on the depths of his ecstasy. ("Depths", get it?) And it’s not like you’ve haven’t already experienced his jizz on your shin. Nut up. Face your fears.

He whimpers and cries out at your exit, his hole snapping with futile abandon in the streetlamp glow, but before he has time to complain you roll him over and, yup, there’s no doubt in your mind about his joy, what with the way his rager throbs against the swell of his belly and the dark puddles of pre staining the spot he’d just been occupying. Drop to your knees, pull his hips to the edge of bed. Spread his legs, one foot in each hand. Look at your brother, really look at him, into him, as you line yourself up and push. His mouth opens in a soundless “O” as you bottom out, his eyes widen, his rigidity leaks more pre onto his heaving belly. Yeah, you only thought you were in deep a minute ago, now you know the truth, you’re buried so far inside your dick must be probing his stomach. Fuck him, round him out, slide and glide at a brisk, smooth pace. Your wicked crook is turned wrong now but you can still use the wicked top curve to drive him outta his everlovin’ mind. “AH-Ah-aaaaAAeeAa!” Quieter still yet infinitely more intense. His lust-raddled fingers still scrabbling at the sheets, his cock still leaking pre onto his belly, the goosebump flesh of his upper thighs flexing against your biceps. The pupils of his eyes blown to hell and gone. “You keep . . . you keep . . . stroking me there and I’m gonna, I’m gonna . . .”

Dude, you’re enjoying this, there’s no doubt. This is probably—no, scratch that—definitely the best fuck of your life, and you plan on taking advantage daily from here on out, but somehow your little brother’s pleasure is more important than yours. I mean, yeah, there’s the whole make it good or never hit the shit again angle, but this is more than that. He is absolutely coming apart at your touch, quaking on the mattress, lost in the pleasure, and it’s all because of how you throw your cock. If you can’t make him blow hands-free, you might as well turn in your man-whore card. So punch up your strokes, perfect your aim, ping his prostate with your wicked top curve. He tenses under you, stilling the quivers, his eyes roll back in his head, his complexion flushes crimson, his mouth rounds but no sound, no AH-Ah-aaaaAAeeAa warbles out. Instead, a single, ragged breath, then one last convulsion wracks his conquered body before he spews.

Squirt! Squirt! Squirt! Jizz spurts out in long white streams, driven by the relentless pinging of his prostate, the first on his belly, the second on his chest, the third landing on his cheek. Squirt! Squirt! Jeez, dude, you ever see this much cum? Not even in porn! Squirt! His body relaxes, tenses, relaxes, subsiding into a protracted shiver, the goosebumps flashing like neon all over his torso, and at last he moans, long and loud and disbelieving of the pleasure. You know what would be cool? To cum all over his face, spurt your own juice all over his cheeks and lips and nose. He grunts as you exit, grunts again as you land on the mattress beside him, bending over him, your hand working your greasy shaft. Realizing your intention, he gives a lazy, sated grin and opens his mouth, lolls out his tongue. His debauched demeanor and willing submission provides the final titillation, pushing you up and over and into an orgasm so intense you white out. Fire runs up and down your nerves, explosions detonate in your belly and balls, and the spunk gurgles and powers through your tube, splashing your brother’s face with audible splotches. The first line paints across his cheeks and open lips, the second splurts across his nose, the third drips into one ear. He grimaces and, unable to stand the temptation any longer, lunges up to suck your spewing hose down his thirsting throat. ATM, dude, ass-to-mouth! You groan as he sucks up the rest of your spooge, licking greedily under the skin, vacuuming the shaft for the last stray drops. But still looking at you, looking you in the eye as he drinks.

At last, unable to bear any more, you push your brother away. He doesn’t want to go, and you don’t particularly want to push, but any more suckling just might drive you clear out of your skin. You put a shaky hand to the mattress, allow yourself to fall over beside him. Dead into the wet spot from earlier, cold and clammy by now but who fucking cares, you don’t have the energy to be disgusted. It’s only spooge anyway, dude, you’ve slept in your own often enough it shouldn’t bother you. And it doesn’t. Nor are you bothered by the way your little brother carefully scoops up all the cum, both yours and his, from his body and licks his fingers for every last drop.

Nothing for a long moment, just the streetlamp shining through the window and y’all’s gradually calming breaths. The silence goes on, maybe too long. You should say something. And don’t make it sound you’re thanking him for helping change a tire.

“Wow, bro, goddamn.” Eloquent as always, dude. Try again. “That was . . . amazing, bro.” Not great, but better. Keep going. “You have no idea how much I needed that.”

He won’t look at you, and his voice is shy, but he nevertheless replies, “Yeah. Was amazing for me too.” He pauses. “I didn’t know how much I needed it .” He turns his head to look at you, and you match his glance. “I wanna do it more. You?”

You open your mouth to give him a weaselly, uncomfortable “maybe” but instead find yourself speaking the truth. Good for you. About damn time. “Yeah, me too. Probably a lot, what with this lockdown shit.”

Your little brother smiles, true and lustful and wonderfully corrupted. “Wanna go again now?”

Dude. Your cock aches from the corkscrew probing, your balls ache from the mind-shattering nut and your thighs ache from the pounding. You don’t have any gas in the tank. But still you're willing.  Imagine. “If you can suck me hard again. But it’ll take me awhile to cum. Fair warning.”

He doesn’t hesitate. “I think I’m up to the challenge.” So you lay back and let him work his magic. After all, you may not be gay but, and say it with me here, dude, guys do have needs.