I had an interesting relationship with my family. Me and my brother are much closer than your typical sibling relationship. James was older than me by years, and by default he acted like a second father figure to me. Despite the difference in age, he never felt out of reach.
Whenever I needed to talk about something, he'd always be there for me. He always steered me out of dumb decisions and genuinely made a positive impact on my life. For years I'd admired him, he was smart, handsome, tall, everything you could dream for in a man. There were never any ill intentions in that, just pure admiration.
Not until just a few months ago. It was summer break and I went back home from college to spend time with my old man as it was my final year and didn't have much to do. We spent most of our days catching up and going down to the nearby lake to fish. Then, one day, my brother came home unannounced.
James had been working in a different state since his company assigned him there. We'd talk through text every now and then but he never once mentioned coming back home. It wasn't an unpleasant surprise, just an unexpected one. When he walked through the door, my eyes widened, he was still the same charming guy I'd known for years but he was somehow.. buffer?
His biceps had swollen up and his chest seemed to pop out. He kept that light stubble on his chin that I liked and everything about him was pretty much the same except that he became so muscular. The last time I'd seen him was almost two years ago. He had been busy with work and I was busy with college. Still, he'd put on this much muscle during that time.
Being honest, it was no surprise. My dad was also interested in working out and building muscle. He was a retired physical fitness trainer but still kept up a pretty solid build. His work became more apparent whenever he'd wear polo shirts where the sleeves would cling on to his biceps. Now I had two hunks in my life.
It was starting to get weird. Me and my brother were pretty affectionate back when we were younger. This was because of my father who didn't believe in any of that toxic masculinity mindset. I'll forever thank him for that. My brother would occasionally hug me, he'd put an arm around me whenever we'd a movie on the couch, he tickled me nonstop like the demon he is.
It's safe to say that we had a pretty affectionate relationship. But now that all crashing back down on me. I had always known I was gay. When I was twelve, I realized that guys just seemed to interest me more and I never once questioned that. It wasn't until I watched my first porn video where the fact I like guys more sexually solidified in my head.
Of course, my brother was the first to know and he was never weird about it. He continued his antics like a brother would and nothing weird came out of it. Okay, I'll admit, I'd occasionally get a hard-on from his physical affection but it was just the way hormonal teenagers were. But as an adult, who is in his right mind, with the proper thinking skills, should not be getting erections when his brother shows him some love.
When he first arrived, he pulled me into a tight bear hug and wouldn't let go until dad meddled. It was nice, being able to hug him for the first time in two years. I'd only realized later on that blood was rushing to my cock when I finally got some alone time. The second time this happened was when all three of us were playing poker. My brother was sitting beside me while dad sat across from us.
The games was getting pretty lengthy and it was already late at night. James yawned, set his glasses down on the table, and put his arm around my shoulders. He rested his head on my shoulder while his other hand held his deck of cards. My mind almost went blank at that moment. Thankfully, dad snapped me out of it when he said it was my turn.
Not to state the obvious but I busted a few loads from everything he's been doing. It made me feel so guilty but I simply couldn't help myself. He was my brother but turned into the object of my lustful imagination. What the hell was happening to me.
One day, dad went out to buy some stuff at the grocery store since we'd been low on a few things. James and I were left alone in the house. I was watching TV when James came down the stairs, wearing nothing but his white briefs. Let's just say I stared longer than I should've. He stopped just a few steps away from me. I was sprawled out on the couch and was staring up at him.
His underwear hugged tightly around his waist, tiny droplets of water littered his body, his chest lightly coated with blonde fur. He was eye-candy and I was about to cum in my pants. My eyes wandered from his face, down to his chest, then his abs, and I stared at his bulging crotch for a split second before looking back up at him. We'd seen each other almost fully naked plenty of times before, but with everything going on I just couldn't handle it.
"Hey-uh what's up?" I asked him trying mask my nervousness.
"Aren't you hot in that? The sun is burning is us alive!"
"What?" I smirk, he must mean my jeans. He was speaking the truth though, it was way too damn hot. I was wearing a wife beater and would've worn shorts instead of pants but they were all in the laundry. Sure, I'd only worn boxers in front of my roommates, but this uncharted waters with my brother. I'd only gone as far as going shirtless with him.
I also had some muscle on me, but compared to my brother or father, the difference was quite obvious. I couldn't do any intense workouts because of college but my body was still pretty built.
"I'd take that off if I were you." He pointed to my pants as he sat down next to me.
"You sure? I'd usually wait for the third date for this stuff but alright."
He scoffed as he grabbed the remote to change the channel. I stood up, unbuttoning my jeans and slowly stripping them off. James had his arms spread across the couch, his body laid back, legs spread apart. His eyes watched me strip my pants off then stopped when I took them off. I didn't mind it and sat back down.
He flickered through channels, seemingly unable to choose what to watch. I sighed, starting to get annoyed. Leaning over, I placed a hand on his thigh to balance myself trying to grab the remote from him. I successfully took it from him and settled on watching some random soap opera.
James looked over then down to my hand and back to the TV. Without realizing, I had kept my hand on his thigh when I grabbed the remote from him. I immediately moved my hand away, trying to act normal. My heart was pounding, we were only a few inches apart, our legs were almost touching. It was no occasion to be getting turned on but it still happened.
There I was, sitting with my semi-naked brother, only wearing a wife beater and some boxers. My boner only got worse when James started feeling comfortable again and placed an arm around me. This pushed us closer together, I felt his body touch mine, his arms were heavy but bearable. I looked at him, at a closer angle I could truly admire his features more. His chieseled jawline, long eyelashes, hazy blue eyes, his fuzzy chest, rock hard abs that I almost drooled over right then and there.
I hadn't realized but my boner was already making a huge tent in boxers. James also hadn't realized yet since he was focused on the TV but it was only a matter of time. I had to get away, or else I'd have to awkwardly explain this to him. I needed to take care of this someplace else. With some effort, I removed his arm from my shoulder and leaped to freedom.
Suddenly, he pulled my arm down, causing me to fall back on the couch. I was startled.
"If you need to take care of that, I'm right here to help." He said, eyes glued to the TV.
"What?" I cleared my throat.
"Jace, do you want to cum?" He replied as if that were a normal thing to say.
"James, I don't think that's appropriate."
"I don't think loudly moaning my name in your room late at night is either but who's to say what is."
Busted. I was dumbfounded, my lips felt like they were glued shut. My boner didn't feel like it was going down any time soon.
"It isn't, but I liked it, and I will most likely do it again."
"I'm glad." He looked at me.
"What do you mean? Aren't you weirded out by that?"
"Well—not really." He chuckled, his hand now on top of my thigh, slowly creeping its way to my crotch.
"I'm just glad you're still your honest self even after all these years."
"Dude, now is not the time to be getting all sentimental." His hands were already on the fabric of my boxers, it was a matter of time that he'd be touching my cock.
"So you'd rather have me pin you down, pound you, make you cum?" He said with a smug smirk.
"And what if I said yes?" He had a knack for being playful even during times like these. But to be honest, it was only turning me on even more.
His hands were already on my cock, he looked at me with eyes full of lust as he gripped my cock through the fabric. My body was stiff, but I couldn't help but move my hand to caress his rock hard chest. I felt the light coating of hair on my hands, slowly moving down to his nipple. The sexual tension was off the charts, and it seemed like we unanimously agreed that it was fine.
"I think this speaks for itself." He grabbed my arm, moving it away from his chest and placed it on his crotch. I followed his moves and started gripping his cock through his briefs. He was already rock hard, I simply hadn't noticed. His cock felt girthy and big, I only wanted more of it. We kept eye contact the entire time.
Then, he leaned in, stopping at a distance close enough that I could feel his breath. He looked down at my lips, then back up. I closed the distance between us, feeling his soft lips clash with mine. It started with soft, chaste kisses as our lips started to get wet. My hands went inside his underwear, getting a tight grip on his thick cock. The kiss started getting more intense. We were feasting on each other's lips. His tongue then invaded my mouth and I did the same to him.
I stroked the length of his cock as he took of his underwear before taking off mine. We were both starting to breathe heavily. His hands were rough, littered with calluses, but my cock felt good in his hands. He sped his pace, making me leak some precum. I broke off the kiss and got on top of him, sitting on top of his legs. Then, he went back in and started kissing me like he was starved.
His cock was a lengthy 8 inches, girthy, with pubes not too thick. Mine was an inch short in comparison, I had less hair than him but still had a pretty good coat on my body and pubes that looked like they were naturally trimmed. We continued stroking each other's cock while making out. Breaking the kiss off, a string of saliva stretched between us, causing me to laugh. James looked at me with the brightest glimmer in his eyes.
Moving closer, I pushed him down on the couch to move him in a lying down position. I gripped the base of his cock and licked the underside. His length was now nice and wet. My lips wrapped around his pink tip as my tongue swirled around it. Slowly, my jaw got used to the feeling and so I moved my mouth downwards. He moaned, stretching his arms to grip my hair. I went back up then tried to go deeper and successfully did so.
After a few more tries, I got his entire length in my mouth. I gagged a few times but that only seemed to turn him on more. He started playing with his nipples as I went down deepthroating him. For a few minutes, his cock was constantly hitting the back of my throat. He pulled my head up, gripping my hair tightly.
"You've been practicing, huh?" He said while wiping saliva off my lips.
"Only the best for my big bro."
"That's why I love you." He pushed my head back down on his cock. This time, his cock easily slid down my mouth and easily reaching deeper parts of my throat that I didn't know was possible. His hips buckled and thrusted into my mouth. Saliva was leaking out and dripping down to his balls.
I reached down to my cock and stroked it, erratically moving my hands not being able to focus with a huge cock pumping inside my mouth. James groaned and then pushed my head down all the way to his pubes. His cock pulsated and I felt multiple shots of cum hit my throat. After his third shot, he finally let go of my hair, allowing me take his cock out of my mouth and breathe.
"Shit man." I said, wiping off my mouth.
"Fuck. I'm sorry Jace, I haven't had a chance to relieve myself in a while."
"Relieve? You're starting to sound like an old man." I chuckled.
"Fuck you." He chuckled as well. Getting up and leaning over, he leaves a small kiss on my lips while cupping my chin.
In response, I leaned in and gave a more hungry kiss. He returned the energy, grabbing my waist and making me move on top of his legs. I was seated on top of him as we made out. Then, he pushed me down on the couch and got on top of me. His body was a work of art at any angle. My hands caressed his chest as he pushed my legs apart, my knees were touching my chest.
He slapped my ass then rubbed it, his fingers making their way to my hole. I moaned into his mouth when I felt him rubbing the outside of my hole. He broke off the kiss, pulled his hand up, and pushed a finger into my mouth.
"Suck on it, I'll loosen you up first lil' bro."
I sucked on it like he ordered. He took it out of my mouth then started teasing my hole. Slowly, he pushed a finger in and it felt good. I'm not a virgin, I've had plenty of experiences with guys, but I'd need preparation for the monster he was about to put inside me. He added another finger, then a third. His fingers went in and out of me. Light moans leaving my mouth.
"You really know what you're doing."
"Let's just say I've been 'exploring' with some guys." He kissed my cheek.
"This might hurt." He pushed all three finger all the way inside me. This caused me to jerk, I wrapped my hands around his back and held on tightly. He did this a few more times until he decided it was loose enough.
He sat back up properly. I watched as he spit on his cock, stroking it before aligning it with my hole. This handsome, muscular, hunk of a man, who was also my brother, was about to fuck me. Just then, my cock started getting hard again.
"Are you sure about this? There's no going back."
"James, just fuck me already."
So he did. Slowly, he pushed his tip inside me. His hands held tightly on to my hips as he pushed inch by inch inside. I moaned every time he moved, my hole was getting pushed past it's usual limits. I stroked my cock, trying to avert the pain. Finally, he pushed every inch inside.
He leaned into my neck, not moving his cock to let me adjust to the feeling. My legs were pressed against my chest while James laid on top of me. We made out again for a while before he started moving. My legs were placed on his shoulders while he thrusted his hips into me.
I couldn't do anything except hold on to the couch. My hole was filled and it felt like I would cum anytime soon. His body moved so gracefully, his abs waved as his cock disappeared into my hole. My moans echoed across the entire house. What would dad think?
We were both too caught up in the moment. His thrusts started getting faster. It felt like my stomach was bulging because of his cock.
"You're so tight, Jace."
"You didn't stretch me out enough!" I complained. Moans kept escaping my mouth in between words.
"But you're still taking it so good!" He chuckles.
He leaned own and kissed me while maintaining his pace. I held on tightly to him, feeling him speed up even more. I was about to cum. I felt his cock pulsate inside me meaning he was about to cum as well.
"Fuck James, I'm gonna cum!"
"Do it lil' bro, cum for me."
His thrusts started getting animalistic, breeding me like a dog in heat. I stroked my cock matching the pace of his thrusts. Both our moans were so loud that it overpowered the sound of the TV. I stroked faster and faster until I came all over my stomach, even getting some on my chest. James noticed and smiled, then he leaned down to kiss me.
Our bodies rubbed against each other. My cum sticking to his body. His pounding made the couch shake and my body as well. My legs were wrapped around his waist, shaking from pleasure. I couldn't think straight anymore. His head nestled in my neck and I could only hug him tightly as I felt like I was about to cum a second time.
After a few more ecstasy-inducing thrusts, he slammed down one last time, unleashing his hot load inside. We were heavily breathing. The room fell silent except for the TV still running in the background. We stayed there, hugging and holding on to each other.
"You don't know how long I've waited for this." James said, his voice muffled as he snuggled into my neck.
"You don't know either." He lifted his head and we locked gazes.
"Yeah?" He leans in for a chaste kiss. "Even back then, when we were younger?"
"I just it was the hormones, but when I say you again, that's when I realized I was messed up."
He chuckled, resting his head back into my neck again. We stayed like that for a short while, until he spoke again.
"If feeling like this is messed up, you can call me crazy."
I laughed, reaching for his hair and playfully pulling on it. There was no telling what would happen after this, but I just hoped we'd get to do it again.
