Lockdown with Str8 Big Bro

It was exactly as I remembered.

My brother’s ass jutted out toward me, his pale skin aglow in the dark confines of the RV. His butt cheeks were perfectly round and perky even when he bent over. The skin was alabaster smooth, except near his crack, where dark, curly hair fanned out from his crevice and dusted the center of each cheek. The twin orbs jiggled like a Jello mold as Vinnie bumped his shin against the bed frame and cursed like a sailor. He stumbled forward unsteadily and wound up bent over the bed with both hands on the mattress, knees resting on the edge of the frame.

And there, like an offering from the gods, were those big, beautiful balls.

They swung heavily between Vinnie’s legs as he settled into place. I could hear them slapping against his thighs when he moved. His ball bag hung low and droopy, corded with veins and studded with coarse, corkscrew curls. His nuts were big and pendulous, easily the size and shape of two plums. The left testicle hung slightly lower than the right, and both lurched upward when Vinnie let out a self-conscious cough.

“Well?” he asked. “You gonna come over here and look at my nuts or what?”

He didn’t have to ask me twice. I was up and moving toward him before he could finish the sentence. But I had to do this right: I couldn’t appear too eager. So I slowed my pace and lingered at the door, really drinking in the sight of my big brother’s ass splayed open.

“I dunno, Vinnie,” I said hesitantly. “Are you sure you don’t want—”

“Come on, bro. I don’t wanna sit here like this all night. You said there was something on them, now look!”

I couldn’t believe my uber-masculine brother was on all fours right in front of me, offering me his ass. The position was distinctly sexual and my cock took notice. I was harder than I’d been in weeks. I had to resist every urge to just take out my dick and shove it in him right then and there.

“See anything?” he asked in a nervous voice.

I sighed (for dramatic effect) and knelt down at the foot of the bed. With an uncomfortable clearing of the throat, I leaned in toward my prize.

Heat radiated off my brother’s body and engulfed me as I closed the gap between us. His recently-clothed nether-regions emanated humid warmth, ripe with pungent man-smells... Vinnie had definitely neglected his shower today. I inhaled deeply the scent of his balls, his taint, his ass. His heavy nuts were the most fragrant, their potent testosterone-laced aroma filling the air between us. The sweaty ripeness of his taint smelled exactly like his pits, that masculine body odor that I loved so much. And his ass— well, it was a straight man’s unwashed ass after a long day of work. Sharp, earthy stank emanated from his open hole, his most intimate place, now mere inches from my face.

“Can you see?” he asked. His voice sounded a million miles away.

“Uh huh,” I gulped. Vinnie’s melon-shaped cheeks spread before me, the dusting of hair pointing the way to his deep ass crack. I could just imagine the tight pucker of his virgin asshole hidden beneath that tangle of coarse Italian body hair. And those heavy, manly balls swaying in their veined sac, sweaty-pink and fragrant, just inches away—

And there was something even bigger and heavier, swaying on the other side of those balls, in the shadow of his torso just beyond my reach. I’d never been this close to my brother’s cock before and I wasn’t about to waste this chance.

“Hang on, it’s dark. Let me get my phone.”

With trembling hands, I pulled the phone from my pocket and switched on the camera. It wasn’t until the flash lit up the RV that Vinnie realized what I was up to.

“The fuck, bro? You taking pictures of my ass?”

“You wanna see this or not?” I countered. “You got a better idea?”

He grumbled something unintelligible and shifted his knees. I took two more pictures with flash— unbelievable spank-bank material for later— and blinked the light away, letting my eyes adjust back to the dim.

“You done?” he asked. “Lemme see.”

“Hold on,” I said impatiently. “There’s definitely something there. Move up on the bed, I gotta get closer.”

“Fuck.” Vinnie shuffled forward and I followed. My forearms rested on the mattress as I knelt closer to my brother’s upraised ass. The miasma wafting from his genitals was intoxicating. I leaned in for a closer sniff, my nose a mere two inches from Vinnie’s low-hanging balls. My cramped cock spurted pre-cum into my already damp briefs. I let out a shuddering breath and watched in awe as his nuts rolled up in their sac and goosebumps rose on his inner thighs.

“Fuck, bro,” he muttered. “Is that your breath? You’re pretty close...”

“Yeah, sorry,” I answered distractedly. “Hang on, I think I see...”

Vinnie jumped a bit as my upturned palm rose to meet his balls. His velvety scrotum rested in my hand and after a moment, the tension gradually drained from him. My brother’s testicles lowered into my hand— first the left, then the right— and I ever-so-slowly closed my fingers around them.

Holy shit. I was holding Vinnie’s balls in my hand.

“See anything?”

“Yeah, it’s like...” I trailed off, distracted by the bull balls in my grasp. I felt their weight, rotated them slightly, gave them a gentle squeeze. My brother grunted and shifted uncomfortably. I adjusted my grip, made an O with my thumb and forefinger, and wrapped it around his sac. The veiny, hairy skin was warm and pungent. I pulled my hand down until his nuts were bunched at the very bottom of his sac, the skin taut and shiny. Fuck, they were so big. So full of sperm.

A deep rumble began in my brother’s throat. I caressed his balls with my other hand, gently combing my fingers through the short curly hairs on his scrotum. Fuck, he smelled so good. That manly ball-funk went straight to my dick. It took all I had not to tongue those big, throbbing babymakers right then and there.

And in all this groping, I hadn’t felt his cock. Not even once.

That could only mean one of two things: either my bro had a ridiculously small dick, which I already knew not to be true, or his dick wasn’t hanging down against his nuts.

Which meant it was hard.

I took a final sniff of my brother’s nutsac and let go. His heavy balls swung forward and smacked against his inner thigh. I inhaled sharply through my teeth, as if in shock, and followed with a sympathetic wince for good measure. “Hmm... actually it looks like it goes all the way under...”

“What? Are you fucking kidding? What is it?” My brother’s thighs spread another inch apart, widening the crack of his ass. He peered between his legs, desperate to see what I saw.

“Hang on,” I assured him. “Let me get... a better... angle.” I grunted with exasperation and swiveled my body around so that my back was against the mattress. Like a mechanic sliding under a car, I scooted between my brother’s spread knees and wound up with my face right beneath his crotch.

And finally, after all these years of wondering, there it was.

Good ol’ Vincenzo, my own flesh and blood, had the kind of cock that would make our ancestors proud. This thing was perfect, all the right proportions, the sort of phallus that inspired marble statues and shit. It certainly was hard as marble, pulsing against my brother’s beer-bloated gut. His cock was etched with veins, the most prominent of which snaked up from the loose skin of his balls and crisscrossed his thick shaft. He was cut, like me, with a wide flared head and deep piss slit. The tight cord of his frenulum stretched down from the prominent ridge of his head, dewy with freshly-dripped pre-cum.

Once the initial wave of overwhelming lust crested, my next response was good old-fashioned brotherly ribbing. “Whoa there, Vin... happy to see me?”

“Shut the fuck up,” he said, looking away in shame. “I’m so horny a breeze gets me hard these days. Just ignore it and hurry up.”

I chuckled mischievously, making sure my warm breath doused his crotch. Sure enough, Vinnie’s erection bounced in answer. Milky pre-cum slid down his tip and formed a droplet that descended toward my forehead. Fuck... he was a leaker, just like me. Like brother, like brother. I was utterly fascinated by this manly display, this powerful man’s tool above me, begging for my mouth—

“I’m about to kick your ass if this is some bullshit, bro,” my brother warned.

“Dude, chill,” I said hurriedly, snapping back into character. I was going to lose him if I didn’t make this good. “There’s this stuff on your skin, bro, it’s like... I don’t know how to describe it!”

“Fucking try, bro. You’re close enough to it!”

Vinnie moved an arm to wipe his nose and his junk swayed heavily above me. That droplet of pre-cum broke off and splashed on my cheek, just under my eye. Without hesitation, I reached for my face— which required my arm to circle around the meaty thigh straddling my head. As I surreptitiously swiped Vinnie’s pre-cum tear onto my finger and stuck it in my mouth, my arm movement pulled his leg closer to me. His crotch thrust down toward me and Vinnie’s already precarious balance gave way. He caught himself when his elbow bounced onto the bed, which brought his hard penis even closer to my face.

And with the aphrodisiac of his tangy-sweet pre-jizz flooding my taste buds, I was suddenly not interested in playing nice anymore.

“What does it look like, bro?” he pleaded.

“Maybe you can feel it,” I offered huskily. My fingers once again encircled my brother’s scrotum and gently squeezed. His full balls pressed together and another rivulet of pre flowed from his slit. Vinnie sucked in air, his body tensing against my ministrations. “You feel that?”

“Yeah I fucking feel that.”

I massaged my brother’s testicles like ben wa balls, rolling, squeezing, and pulling them toward me. “How about now?”

“Yeah,” he said incredulously. “So?”

“How about...” I poised at the edge of the precipice, knowing my next move would change everything... for better or for worse. But fuck it.

“...now?” I stuck my tongue out and lathed it across Vinnie’s nuts, leaving a trail of warm, sticky saliva on his hairy, wrinkly skin.

“Holy fuck,” Vinnie moaned. “What was that?”

I answered by wrapping my entire mouth around my brother’s ball sac. His nuts were huge, way too big, but Mama always said I had a big mouth. I opened wide and took all of Vinnie’s testes into my hungry maw. My full lips clamped around his warm skin and I moaned with pleasure. His flavor exploded across my tongue: sweaty, nutty, slightly sour, and all man.

“Holy... oh fuck, is that... is that your mou— bro!”

Vinnie jerked away as the shock passed and the realization hit him like a ton of bricks. But almost immediately, his brain registered the pleasure of my tongue and mouth. He didn’t have much fight in him to begin with, but when I gripped his ensnared thigh like a vice and tongue-bathed his nuts with renewed vigor, I felt my brother pause.

“Aww, bro... no, you can’t... I’m so... aww you gotta be fuckin’ kidding me... I’m fuckin teabagging my baby bro? Noo...”

Vinnie whined and moaned above me. He shifted his weight, ran his hands through his hair and over his face, basically hemmed and hawed and made it very clear that he disapproved of all of this. But he didn’t get up or try to pull away again.

“Is that your tongue? Jesus Christ... what the fuck is wrong with you?” Vinnie asked as I slobbered all over his massive cum-filled nuts. “How could you do that? To your own... oh God. Motherfucker!”

I moaned again, the vibrations of my mouth sending waves of pleasure up through Vinnie’s balls. He stopped bitching and resorted to guttural sounds and a long, mournful moan.

But I had no intention of stopping... or of staying on his balls.

With an audible pop! I pulled off Vinnie’s scrotum and sucked in a lungful of cool air. I let go of his ball bag and— before he could move or protest any further— grabbed his rigid cock at the root and pointed it down toward me. Vinnie didn’t even have time to register what was happening before he felt my warm, wet mouth envelop his manhood.

“Aww, fuck!” Vinnie cried. His penis bucked in my mouth and the tang of his pre-jizz flooded my tongue. “No, bro, you can’t... that’s my cock, my cock in your... Oh God...”

I wish I could say I gave him the five-star treatment. After all the years of secretly lusting after my brother, I wanted him to get my absolute best. But the angle wasn’t great, and it was all so rushed, and I was— fuck, we both were— so overwhelmingly horny that it wasn’t really about technique or finesse. It was animal. It was desperate and hungry. And holy fuck, it was hot.

“You need to stop, bro. Take my... take my cock out of your...”

Instead, I slid my mouth all the way down Vinnie’s pole, savoring the meaty taste of his unshowered cock. My nose ground into his wild thicket of pubes, ripe with pent-up hormonal musk. Eight solid inches of brother cock impaled my face and filled my throat. But I kept swallowing. One thing I didn’t have much of, other than shame, was a gag reflex. When I was really turned on I could practically swallow a traffic cone. So I kept pushing, and finally felt Vinnie’s head pop past the last layer of resistance in the back of my throat. I swallowed in triumph and felt my muscles massage his thick coronal ridge.

“Oh fuck! You can’t do that, bro. I need to cum so bad, don’t— oh God!”

I only sucked harder. Vinnie’s cock sluiced my throat as I bobbed up and down, using my whole head as his masturbation toy. Sensing the invader in my gullet, my saliva thickened into quite the effective lube. It helped him slide easily back and forth and added to the sucking, sloppy, slobbery sounds that filled the empty RV and echoed off the tin walls.

“Aww fuck, I can’t look at you... my own baby brother... aww fuck this is so wrong... fuck how do you do that with your... oh God. Aww fuck. Fuck that feels... oh my fucking God Jesus Mary and Joseph please forgive me—”

But for all his verbal protests, my brother never budged. Eventually his hips just started to gently rock, surrendering to the rhythm of my throat-fucking. I eased my grip on his thigh and let my hands travel over his body: first his thick ass cheek, then his muscled back, then under his t-shirt to his hairy nipples. I wanted to explore his musky asshole but knew that would be pushing it. So my groping eventually descended back to his genitals, where I cupped his spit-soaked nuts in one hand and stroked his rock-hard cock with the other, all while sucking and slurping on the end of his rod.

“You gotta stop now, bro. I’m getting close. You’re making me close!”

Mm, mm, mm I urged as I bobbed on his knob. My neck was starting to hurt from all this thrusting but I wasn’t about to slow down. I could feel Vinnie’s testicles pull up in their sac, readying to fulfill their biological function. And I wasn’t going to miss it.

“Bro! You’re gonna make me nut, I can’t... I can’t cum in my own brother’s mouth. You gotta—”

Slurp, suck, slurp, stroke. I squeezed my brother’s constricted nuts and shoved my nose into his pubes. The head of his cock went further down my bruised throat than ever before and a generous spray of pre-jizz coated my tonsils.

“AHHHH motherfucker son of a bitch that feels so fucking good! Bro please, please don’t... don’t make me cum in... oh God. Oh God. Oh God I’m gonna cum. You’re gonna make me cum, bro. It’s coming! You’re gonna make me cum oh God oh please forgive me fuuuuuck!”

I felt it in my hand a split-second before it reached my mouth: Vinnie’s cock expanded and twitched as the cum filled his urethra. Then that cum exploded from his piss slit into my mouth in one long, continuous shot. There was no spurt, no drip, no ropes— just one long emission, as though the valve to his nuts just opened wide. And as it filled me, his voice filled the RV and the yard beyond. It was the roar of a man unleashed, the unbridled scream of a man dumping his much-needed nut into a warm hole. He was a savage, torn between the taboo guilt in his head and the unutterable pleasure in his loins. And while he moaned out all his conflicted feelings, I just kept swallowing and swallowing the steady flow of my brother’s viscous cum.

Much like my own, Vinnie’s spunk was thick and creamy with a metallic tangy aftertaste. I couldn’t believe I was drinking it, right from its manly source— my brother Vinnie’s potent dad sperm, the virile mixture that had produced every one of those bratty kids inside. And now it was pouring into my body like a faucet on high. Even if this never happened again, I could die a happy man.

The flow jerked to a halt and Vinnie pulled out almost immediately, dragging his throbbing cock across my tongue. He deposited one last slimy spurt of load along the way and I swallowed it eagerly. Vinnie took a deep, shuddering breath and stood up.

“Jesus,” he muttered. “Fuck. Jesus Christ.”

“Yeah,” I agreed.

I heard the drunken shamble of his footsteps as he shuffled through the RV and clumsily pulled up his pants. Then, with a snap of metal and a blast of cold night air, he was out the door, leaving me with all the clean-up.

I added to the mess with two loads of my own before I slowly gathered our things and followed him to the house. I arrived just in time for dinner and we all sat to down to a big, noisy, chaotic family meal. Vinnie acted as if nothing had happened, cool as a cucumber, no weirdness whatsoever. No wonder he was such a good cheater.

The change in Vinnie’s demeanor, however, was immediately apparent. As Angie and I settled into our usual nightly dish routine, my brother and the kids played raucously in the next room for the first time since lockdown.

“Whatever happened out in that RV, please make it happen again,” Angie said with a grateful smile. I almost dropped the plate she passed me to dry.

“Huh? Nothing happened,” I said quickly.

“Please, I know he needs ‘man’ time,” she continued. “Drinking too much, shooting the shit, just being a guy, I get it. I’m just grateful he has someone to have that kind of time with. I’m really glad you’re here.”

My face burned scarlet. “Yeah. Me too.”

Peals of laughter erupted in the next room. Vinnie’s gruff ‘monster voice’ boomed out: “I’m gonna eat you up! Raaawr!” The kids screamed and stampeded all over the house. Angie cracked up and shook her head in mock exasperation.

“Finally, he sounds like his old self,” she said with a smile. “I don’t care how you do it or how much booze it takes, you just keep that coming.” Angie gave my shoulder a gentle squeeze and wiped her damp hand on my t-shirt with a laugh. “I’ll make sure you two get plenty of guy time. Deal?”

My brother’s wife, my own sister-in-law, had no idea what she was suggesting. Would she be so grateful if she knew her husband’s good mood was the result of an impromptu incestuous suck-off? How appalled would she be to know that the thought of my brother’s cum in me, even now, was making me chub up a little?

My face flushed with guilt, but I nodded anyway. “Deal.”

“Grrrr! The monster is hungry!” Vinnie roared. “Feeed Meee!”

I shared a chuckle with Angie and we finished our chores. But all I could think about was my brother’s thick load pulsing down my throat in one continuous, heavy stream... and how much more I wanted. The monster was hungry, indeed.

And my brother and I were just getting started.

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To be continued...

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