Slutty Bottom Jock and His Dumb Big Brother

I suppose it’s time I talk about my Big Brother, Eric. 

Eric is 19, a year older than me, and hot as fuck. He was the leading scorer for our high school’s basketball team and played varsity from Freshman year on. He’s 6’5”, built like a Greek God, adorned with luscious, wavy, golden brown hair. Oh, and he’s hung like a fucking pornstar. 

Of course, I’m quite the athlete too. Though I’m 5 inches shorter than Eric, I still have an impressively fit body; a nice tight chest, rippling arms and abs, and a perfectly fit-but-juicy bubble butt that bounces when I walk (or ride cock) and can flex on command. 

But Eric is such a hunk. Even when I was younger, I knew I was going to be a cock-hungry slut just by the way I could not help but lust over my big brother. Because of his jock nature, Eric was always working out with his other jock athlete bros, and walking around the house shirtless. The smell of jock musk and sounds of grunting, cheering, and playful cajoling filled the house every day. Not to mention Daddy’s beefy, muscular self was always around working out with the boys and helping them with their jock progress. Ugh, it’s such a horny jock house. 

As my hormones increased, so did the amount of time spent jerking off and playing with my jock pussy, imagining my bro hovering over me, muscles throbbing and covered in a delicate sheen of sweat, as I looked up into his green eyes and goofy, white smile. 

Apart from Eric being the world’s sexiest jock, he was also the kindest boy who was always eager to help out someone in need, no matter the circumstance. It was partly because Daddy raised both of us to be upstanding individuals, but also because Eric was a bit, well, dim. In fact, intellectually speaking, he was about as dumb as the proverbial box of rocks. Eric had no ability to reason or apply logic, and he was extremely gullible. The only reason he was successful in school was because of his once-in-a-generation basketball skills and his incredible looks, that had the teachers, male and female alike, perpetually dazed and incapable of giving him a bad grade, even if he didn’t turn in the assignment. Also, every jock in our town was this way, so perhaps that was the expectation, and nobody challenged him to be smarter.

I, on the other hand, was quite the successful student on performance alone. 4.0 GPA, debate team, swim team, and participated in plenty of extracurricular groups. Sure, some of the teachers wanted to fuck my tight juicy bubble butt, but that was in addition to being the top student in our school. 

But Eric being a dumb, gullible, sexy, hung, puppy-brained jock was exactly how I wanted him. He was sweet and kind, and incredibly manipulatable. 

Around a year ago, I started transitioning from jerking off and fingering my boypussy to the thought of Eric manhandling me to actually seeing how far I could get with him. 

Because all three of me, Eric, and Daddy were fit athletes, we never wore shirts and almost always had on the skimpiest running shorts, that showed off our incredible thighs and thick jock butts. Mine was just a little bit juicier than theirs, but honestly not by much. 

One morning, Eric was making his protein shake in the kitchen before heading off to school. He was shirtless (duh) and wearing a pair of blue Nike 5” running shorts. By the imprint of his fat cock, which also somehow was leaking pre-cum through the fabric, I could tell he wasn’t wearing underwear. 

“Hey, big bro,” I said playfully, as I entered the kitchen, grazing his chest with my fingers. By this point, I had been occasionally touching Eric’s nude torso every chance I got, sometimes pinching his nipples or tracing my finger along his well-defined v-cut. It never failed to make his cock bounce in response, just like it did now.

“Eh? Oh, hi Sammy!” Eric said in slight surprise. “Good morning sleepy head!” Eric turned to face me and ruffled my hair. 

“Oh my goshhh, stop!” I said in mock protest. Eric was spurred on by this resistance and wrapped his arms around me, chuckling.   

“Ha! I don’t know what you’re talking about, lil’ bro. I just wanna give you a morning hug!” 

Eric and I grappled for a moment. I made sure to turn my body away from him and immediately shove my juicy jock ass into his pre-soaked shorts. As he rumpled my hair and pressed himself against me, I began grinding my ass up and down, feeling the length of his cock sliding over my ass crack, which was covered by a thin layer of fabric. This went on for about 30 more seconds. Eric’s laughter vibrated throughout my whole body. For a second, I thought I heard him make a grunting sound, but I wasn’t sure. 

I broke free from Eric’s gorilla grip, and turned to face him. 

“Jesus, big bro! You’re so strong!”

“Whoops, sorry bro. I got carried away. Even though you’re fit as fuck, I forget that you’re like 5 inches shorter and 50 pounds lighter!” 

As Eric and I chuckled at this, I looked down at his shorts. His cock was now nearly fully hard, practically begging to be released from its confines. The pre-cum stain had grown as well, and I could even see it throbbing slightly. Holy shit. 

Eric watched the path my eyes traveled and looked down at his own package. I watched him realize how hard his fat sausage had gotten and blush. He quickly turned around to hide it and finish making his protein shake. I smirked as I left the kitchen to get ready for school. 

This little exchange went on for several weeks. I would taunt my Big Bro into a shirtless wrestling match so that I could rub his cock. Sometimes it was my juicy ass grinding on him, other times it was my hands groping at his chest and abs and “accidentally” slipping down to the front of shorts so that I could feel the length of his fat, throbbing, leaking donkey dick. Each time, I left him a confused, horny mess. 

I knew it was getting to him too because usually after our little encounters, he would bring over his girlfriend Madison after practice and fuck her brains out. Daddy and I would sometimes hear their fucking from the bedroom while we sat in the living room watching a TV show. Madison would squeal and moan and encourage Eric to fuck her harder. And Eric would grunt and yell profanities. I would giggle as this happened, knowing I caused the reckless horniness in Eric. Daddy would sit on the couch and stare fixedly at the TV, but I could see him trying to discreetly hide his fat boner with his big strong hands. He sort of gave the game away though by being unable to stop from gently stroking his cock through his shorts and would eventually have to leave and “go to the bathroom.”

Our house was becoming an even hornier environment than it already was. The testosterone levels of three masculine jock athletes who kept their bodies in tip-top shape was already enough to make any woman who entered it swoon with lust. But now that I was practically edging Eric every morning and afternoon, everyone’s fuck sticks were on the precipice of shooting ropes of cum at any moment. And my sweet jock pussy was here for every last drop. 

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Summer rolled around, along with more playful wrestling matches with me and Eric. Eric had just graduated, and his girlfriend was about to leave town for another college. Luckily Eric was going to school here at the university to play D1 basketball. 

It was hot as fuck in the house, and Daddy was super cheap trying to ensure that we only used the A/C for when it the temperature hit triple digits, making wearing only skimpy shorts a necessity, and not just for fun. We were all practically sweating constantly. 

With no school and a break from school sports before the private club season started, things were getting a little boring. So one morning, I thought I’d spice things up. 

I had just woken up and could hear the sounds of a mild argument in the living room carrying upstairs.

“Come onnn, babe,” I heard Eric pleading desperately. 

“No, Eric!” I heard Madison reply, with a little bit of impatience. Evidently she had stayed the night. 

“But it’s–” Eric lowered his voice to a whisper, but I had finally gotten out of bed and crept down the stairs, stopping at the last step so they wouldn’t hear me. “It’s just so fucking hard.”

Oh, I thought.

“Eric, you’re such a pig!” Madison said in outrage. “I’m not going to suck your cock right now, I have to go to help my mom with the garden.”

“But Babe!” Eric said, even more desperate. “I didn’t even get to cum last night.”

“Yeah,” said Madison. “That’s because your fat dick was hurting me and we had to stop. I don’t know what’s gotten into you lately, but you’ve been, like, super horny. And that thing with Sam…”

“It was an accident!” Eric said quickly. “I wasn’t even thinking straight. I didn’t mean to say his name!” 

What in the world, I thought. Eric was saying my name while they were–

“...fucking me in my ass. Look,” Madison sighed. “I know it was an accident. It just made me feel weird. I mean, like, you and your brother are always hugging shirtless. Even your dad is half naked all the time! It’s just too much. And besides, I’m going to be super busy this summer with saving up money and getting ready for Freshman year at–”

“What?” asked Eric sadly. “We aren’t going to hang out this summer?” My heart swelled for him. He was just a poor, horny, jock fucker who needed to unload his prime man seed into a hole that could handle his constant ravenous fucking. 

“Of course we can hang out!” said Madison, sounding slightly shocked. “I just have…other stuff to do too, you know.”

“But–”

“I’ll text you!” said Madison, standing on the tips of her toes to give Eric a kiss and opening the door. “Mom is going to kill me if she finds out I slept over here again.” 

And with that, I heard Madison slammed the front door shut. I chanced a peek around the corner of the stairs to see Eric, who was just in his extremely tight underwear and his cock practically snaking down one of the legs, turn to the living room and throw himself onto the couch in a huff, looking severely depressed. 

I quickly ran back up the stairs as quietly as possible, back into my room. I was suddenly hit with an idea. 

About ten minutes later, I entered the living room, practically floating down the stairs. Eric was still in his slumped position staring aimlessly into the room. I could tell his cock was still throbbing through his boxer briefs, however. It had a mind of its own and clearly it was both annoyed and increasingly aching to unload in something. 

“Good morning, big bro!” I said brightly. “Mind if I play some Switch?” 

Without answering, Eric grunted his approval. Or indifference, I guess. But I wanted to surprise him, and I needed him to be looking at me. 

I went over to the TV and bent over to start fiddling with the Switch. After a few moments, I looked behind me and asked Eric innocently, “Could you help with this, bro?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah sure Sammy, I—oh. Uhhh…” Eric locked on to where I was standing. He looked into my eyes for a moment but then quickly lowered them to see my bent over ass. I was wearing only a white jock jockstrap, which clung nicely to my fat juicy ass. Because I was bent over, my pink jock boypussy was exposed to the air, which was evidently what got Eric’s attention. I made sure it winked at him. Eric’s cock pulsed in his shorts and a glob of pre-cum leaked out of his cock head, soaking his underwear.

“Well, come over here silly!” I said as if I wasn’t playfully wiggling my bubble butt at my big brother and beckoning him to come to me with my juicy puckering hole.

“Oh, uh, okay!” Eric said stupidly and practically flew over to where I was bent over. He kneeled down on one side of me to see what I was looking at. 

“I think I see the problem, Sammy,” Eric said, examining the mess of wires I made. “You have to–”

“Hey!” I interrupted. “Don’t just tell me! You have to show me how to fix it, otherwise I won’t learn. Right? So get behind me and just describe the problem.”

“Oh, yeah of course!” said Eric, blinking. He stood up and got directly behind me. He was clearly mesmerized by my ass. I could feel how close he was. I looked behind to see him gazing directly at my ass, which was perfectly cupped in my jockstrap. 

“Get closer, dum-dum!” I said. 

Eric stepped forward and his thick, juicy, horse cock immediately pressed into my ass crack. I could feel his pre-cum soaked underwear start to lube my ass. Eric grunted slightly, and gently bucked his hips forward. 

“Woah there, cowboy,” I said, chuckling to myself. “Now lean in and tell me what to do.” I tried not to let the moan escape from my mouth, knowing my big brother’s meaty fuck stick was nestling perfectly into my slutty  jock ass. I had spent years riding my dildos of equal size to Eric’s, practicing and practicing, making my hole the perfect boypussy for any hung stud to use and abuse. But now, I could sense we were getting ever closer to the real thing. 

“Ngh, yeah, okay,” Eric grunted. He shook his head and leaned in, pressing his cock even further into my ass. This made me actually moan.

“You okay, bro?” Eric asked.

“Oh, yeah, fucking great.” I said, gently grinding into Eric’s cock. 

“Uhh, yeah. So, this plug…ngh…needs to go there. Uh-huh. That’s it, little bro. You just need to stick that cord into that hole. Oh, fuck that feels good. Yup, exactly, bro! In and out. I mean, in that slot. Now, set it on the dock, and it should start up!”

As Eric instructed me how to put in the HDMI cable into the TV, I started to rub my ass up and down Eric’s fat leaking dong. So much so that his underwear was completely soaked with his increasing load. Even though Eric was honestly very stupid, he somehow managed to successfully “teach” me how to fix the Switch. He had even subconsciously grabbed my right ass cheek with his spare hand and began thrusting into my ass crack without getting distracted. I guess boypussy really helped him focus.

“Oh, Eric, you did it!” I said, cheering and jumping up and down bouncing my exposed ass on his throbbing cock as I did so. I turned around and gave him a big hug, nuzzling my face into his broad, slightly hairy chest. “You’re the best big brother a boy could have.”

“Aww, Sammy,” said Eric. “I love you little buddy. Always happy to help”

I stepped back from the hug because I could feel Eric’s pre-cum coating my belly. As I did so, he and I both looked down to watch as a thick string of it connected from the front of his underwear, which was so wet now, you could see most of the details of his cock, to my belly-button. 

“Oh.” I said. 

“Oh, shit, Sammy!” Eric exclaimed. “I’m soooo sorry.” Eric looked into my eyes, pleadingly. He was obviously very embarrassed.

“It’s okay, big bro!” I said warmly. I patted him on the chest lovingly and pinched one of his nipples gently. He grunted at that. “Here, let me get you a new pair of underwear. Take these off and go sit on the couch.”

Eric did as he was told, quickly sliding his underwear off and unleashing his monster. 

I had seen it soft before–and throbbing and leaking through a layer of fabric–countless times. But this was my first time seeing Eric’s massive, juicy, twitching, masterpiece of a penis. One thick vein ran directly along the 10 inch shaft. The head was a perfect shape–not too helmet-like. And holy fucking shit was he thick. It was practically as thick as my arm! The base of his cock was coated in a light dusting of pubes, and his massive balls were also slightly hairy. They twitched on their own as well, churning up more of his manly load that was simply dying to breed some bitch. 

I ran back upstairs to my bedroom to grab a pair of Eric’s used underwear (Yes, I had my own personal stash) and my bottle of lube I used with my dildos and hurried back down. 

Eric was still sitting on the couch, his cock pointed directly up. It gently bounced to the rhythm of his heartbeat while a steady stream of pre-cum rolled out of his slit. My boypussy quivered with excitement. 

“Heeere you go, Eri–whoops!” As I was approaching the couch, I “accidentally” bumped into the side, sending the bottle of lube flying out of my hands and onto Eric’s nude lap. 

“Oh, shoot!” I said in fake shock. “It looks like the bottle wasn’t closed properly and all that lube is now on your big fat cock! What a shame…”

“Huh, uh oh!” Eric said. It seemed to take him several seconds to process what was happening. The sensation of lube suddenly coating his cock, balls, and surely taint must have sent his brain into sexual overdrive. 

“Umm, why do you have lube, little bro?” Eric asked dumbly.

“Well,” I said, not really thinking about this part. “I wanted to give you a massage! You seemed so down this morning, and I thought that would cheer you up.” 

“Oh, wow thanks!” Eric said. “Yeah, my back is a little stiff I guess.”

“Hmm,” I said standing in front of him with my hands on my hip in a thinking pose. “I actually think your chest looks tight. Here, let me…”

I straddled Eric’s lap so that his naked, oiled cock slid against my ass crack. Even moving a centimeter meant that his juicy dick slid up and down my crack. I stared into his eyes and smiled, starting to caress his beautifully defined chest. 

“What’s troubling you, big bro?” I said as I rubbed his chest, shoulders, and pinched at his nipples. As he talked, I slowly built up my bouncing ass so that Eric’s fat pussy crusher wasn’t just sliding against my crack, it was making its way into my ass cheeks and beginning to poke at my cute slutty jock hole.

“Well, baby bro,” said Eric. “It’s Madison! I keep trying to fuck her tight smooth–ngh–pink little pussy and asshole, but she says I’m too big! And that I keep fucking her too hard. But–oh fuck–I don’t know, Sammy. For the past few months I’ve been really, really horny. Like, soooo, soooo…ngh, need a hole!....so horny. I keep jerking off my dick, but even though I shoot ropes and ropes every time I cum, I’m immediately hard again! Mmm, juicy jock pussy. I don’t think I’ve been soft in weeks. I keep even running out of underwear because they’re all stained by my pre-cum! Daddy’s bought 3 new packs for me this month because they keep disappearing. I thought maybe it was the stress of finals. But that’s over now too. Maybe it’s just getting ready to play college ball. You know the other night I came so hard I accidentally shot some of my load into my mouth? Good thing Madison was asleep when I did it otherwise she would have seen me eating my own cum! Heh, cum, ngh fuck that feels good. 

At this point I was totally turned on. Hearing Eric tell his story about being so horny he started eating his own cum, all while grunting and squirming while my bubbly jock ass cheeks edged his cock, made the front of my jockstrap bulge and leak pre-cum too. I was practically humping Eric now, and his fat dong was now fully lodged in my ass cheeks and punching at my juicy hole, opening it up just slightly. I could even feel Eric subconsciously buck his hips forward as he rambled. 

“That must be really. really. hard. big. bro.” I said, punctuating each word with an even more aggressive hump. 

“Ngh, ughh, fuckkk, yes it’s so hard little baby bro Sammy,” Eric said practically drooling. “I just wish I could fuck Madison right now. She’s my dream girl!”

“Well,” I said, abandoning all pre-tense and simply humping Eric’s cock like a slutty stripper while pinching his nipples. “I think I know what can help right now.”

“Nggh, fuck yeah, rightttt there, gughh–what’s that, Sammy?” Eric babbled. 

“Tickle party!” I shrieked and immediately shoved my hands into Eric’s sweaty pits and started tickling. He immediately squirmed and giggled in his deep, jock voice, begging me to stop. But I kept tickling him. 

Eric couldn’t take it anymore. He made one final attempt to escape and in doing so he stood up off the couch. As he did, Eric thrust forward and his big, meaty, fuck stick slid entirely into my boypussy. All the way down to the hilt. 

“Ohhh fuckkkkk,” I squealed, my eyes rolling into the back of my head. I was holding onto Eric’s neck with my legs wrapped around his waist. I had spent years aggressively fucking my toys like a little porn star in heat. But feeling Eric’s lubed and leaking cock slam into my hole without any warning was the greatest fucking feeling in the world. Immediately I started to ride his cock, slamming my ass up and down the length of his dick. I leaned back to look at Eric and saw his reaction. His eyes and mouth were wide in shock, a little bit of drool was dangling from his juicy pink lips. I leaned in and sucked it up. 

“Br—bro, I’m so sorry!” Eric looked down at his cock in my asshole, which I was still humping like a wild fucking animal. “My fat donkey dick somehow slipped inside you!”

“Oh no!” I said, looking down too. “You’re right! Ngh, fuck this pussy. I think it’s stuck! I’m even trying to get it out, see?”

I leaned into Eric again so that I could get better leverage to fuck myself on his cock as demonstration that I could not get off of him. For a few minutes, the only sounds in the living room were Eric’s oily cock sloppily sliding in and out of my hairless pussy. Oh, and the sounds of Eric grunting and me moaning like a bitch. 

“See?” I said, leaning back to look at him, continuing the rhythm of my fucking. My ass felt so good now, jerking off Eric’s cock with the walls of my boypussy. His eyes were alight with hungry desire, but his brain was still in innocently ashamed mode. 

“Fuck, Sammy, this is so fucked up!” Eric said, looking around the living room for some sort of help. “A big bro shouldn’t be dicking down his cute, little jock of a brother! Even if, ngh, his pussy feels so fucking good. Wow…”

“You’re right, big bro!” I said, now suddenly serious. “I think I have a solution.”

“You do?” asked Eric.

“I do,” I nodded. “You need fuck my poor, little, jock pussy until you cum so that I can quickly slip off of you and escape.”

“I need to…keep fucking my little brother?” Eric asked, cocking his head in serious thought.

“Yes!” I said earnestly. “That’s the only way your cock will get soft–well, softer, right? You said it yourself. Even though you get hard immediately after cumming, there’s still a small window of time post-ejaculation where I can evacuate and free my anal cavity of this monstrous member!”

These words went completely over Eric’s head. 

“Post-ejacu…anal…window…cumming?” Eric said in a stupor. 

“Yes, exactly.” I said. “But all you need to worry about is fucking my asshole as hard and deep as you can until you unload all the cum in those fat, heavy balls of yours, okay? So sit back on the couch and get to fucking!”

Eric did not need telling twice. He sat back down while still inside of me. I got into a squatting position, and without hesitation, Eric began thrusting his pelvis up and down, slamming his massive, meaty dick into my ass. 

“Oh, fuck yes, Eric! Give me that fucking cock!” Eric’s balls slapped my ass as he fucked me. Even though he had the stamina of a horse, it still took a lot out of him. He paused his fucking to take a breather. But this allowed me to take over, riding his cock and fucking him as aggressively as he fucked me. His cock was a barrage on my prostate, hitting my spot over and over again, a feeling I only got with my longest, thickest dildo, and barely this rough. 

I kept up my encouragement as I rode him. Beads of sweat formed over both of our bodies, and we began slipping on each other. Some of the sweat on my forehead was dripping into Eric’s lolling open mouth, which seemed to spark a trigger of intensity in him. 

“Mmm, fuck yeah big bro. That fat meaty cock is fucking this sweet boypussy deep. You’re gonna get all that load out, right? Gonna breed this faggot hole deep? Get me pregnant? Yeah that’s right, fuck your baby bro nice and deep like—ohhh fuckk yeah!”

Eric responded well to the horny fuck talk. He started to fuck me back. Both of our bodies met in the middle, slamming into each other. Fucking harder and noisier and more lovingly with each thrust. My slutty hole was in gay heaven. Eric was muttering to himself, clearly intent on his mission freeing me of the “problem” of his cock in me, but also in a boypussy haze.

“Yeah…gonna fuck you deep…help my baby bro out. Free my fat–ngh–juicy horse cock from his pink, tight hole. Mmm, it’s gripping me so tight. Pulling me in. Fucking fat jock ass. Such a sexy faggot hole. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Gonna load this pussy up. Get this dumb whore pregnant. Ngghhh, fuckkk, fuck, FUCK!

Eric was bucking hard now, and I could see why Madison would be intimidated. A petite girl like her would be obliterated by this powerful fucking. But I was a stud jock. Shorter and smaller than Eric I may be, I could still handle any one of the strong fuckers in our high school. I was basking in the glow of my slutty bottom jock glory, knowing I could successfully take in my loving brother’s giant penis like a true bottom slut, when I heard the front door creak open.

Oh shit, I thought. It’s Daddy. 

For some reason, I had not considered the prospect of Daddy walking in on me and Eric. I must also have been in the horny spell I put Eric under. I guess teasing my big bro by touching his body every day for weeks on end also made me a horny idiot. At least a little. I totally forgot about Daddy coming home. Actually, why was he coming into the house? It was 8 am. Wasn’t he supposed to be upstairs asleep? I didn’t have any time to ponder this, mainly because my brother’s enormous dick was slamming in and out of my sexy, tight shitter, but also because Eric was still rambling about fucking me and getting louder with each word. I had to shut him up. 

“Pretty pussy! Sexy fucking hole. Fuck hole. Boypussy. Cock. Cum. Madison. Nggghhhh. Madisonnnn. Juicy. Jock. Boypussy. Ffffuck yes. So tight. Ngh.  NGHHH TAKE THAT, FAGGO–”

Daddy had finished closing the door. He had a bunch of groceries apparently and was noisily putting them down on the counter before facing the living room. To stop Eric from shouting about fucking my perfect fag hole, I reached over and grabbed the pair of Eric’s dirty underwear I brought down and shoved into his face and mouth. Instead of yelling, Eric grunted the last word but then stopped in surprise. He looked up at him and I quietly put my finger against my lips to shush him and pointed behind him, mouthing, “Daddy’s home.”

Daddy looked over at the couch just as this happened. He could only see me smiling up at him. 

“Hi, Daddy!” I said brightly, still discretely rocking my hips on Eric’s cock, which was starting to grow even thicker than it already was. 

“Morning, cutie!” said Daddy, smiling back at me. “Er,” he added, noticing the back of Eric’s head now. “Whatcha boys up to?”

“Oh–ngh–I was just giving Eric a massage. He’s been so stressed!” I said, trying to conceal my slutty bottom moaning as Eric continued to try and pound my hole while I tried holding him still. 

“Oh, that’s nice of you,” Daddy said. “A little bro helping out his big strong, jock older broth–”

Daddy was interrupted by a long, loud grunt from Eric. I looked down at him.

I hadn’t noticed until now, but Eric’s eyes were growing wider, the dirty underwear still in his mouth. And then I noticed the lucious aroma of manly jock sweat, cum, and piss wafting up from the fabric and into my own nostrils. It made my head immediately dizzy. And that’s when I noticed what was happening, only it was too late to stop it. 

Eric started grunting more audibly through the used undies and bucked his hips, resuming the fuck he had going before Daddy got home. His eyes rolled back into his head as he gave one final, big thrust of his fat porn cock into my juicy, well-fucked boy hole and unleashed a torrent of cum. I could feel ropes and ropes of creamy stud juice filling me up immediately. Eric groaned so loudly in his orgasm. 

But I couldn’t help it either. Eric resuming his uncontrollable fucking and then breeding my hole like the slutty bitch bottom I am for the first time in my life made me moan and curse as I met his intensity. My own cute, 7 inch cock started spurting cum through my jockstrap leaking onto Eric’s belly. 

For a few moments, Eric and I panted and stared at each other. Basking in the post-fuck, which climaxed when we both took a giant whiff of delicious high school jock scent. I could see my big bro’s eyes returning to focus and looking up at me. Remembering that Daddy must still be looking at me and surely would have noticed me bouncing and moaning on Eric, I looked back up at him. 

He simply stared, standing in the foyer with that same stupid half-grin that Eric always has on. 

“What was that, son?” he asked dumbly. 

“Oh, nothing,” I said, still panting. “I must have just hit a tight spot on Eric’s chest and he felt it really good.”

Daddy stared at us with his dumb smile, and through the haze of being filled to the brim with jock load, I could see in his own gym shorts the fat, thick, imprint of his own massive alpha cock. I could even see a strand of pre-cum dangling from one of his short legs! Which meant Daddy wasn’t wearing underwear. God damn, these jock fuckers and their dicks. But before I could consider this any longer, Daddy merely hummed to himself and turned to the kitchen to begin unloading the groceries. 

I took the underwear out of Eric’s mouth. “That was a close one! Daddy almost caught you with your fat athlete dick in my ass!”

“Oh my god,” Eric said. “That was soooo scary. If Daddy found out I was pumping your asshole with my cum, he would be so pissed! Thank god you thought of putting that underwear in my mouth. Otherwise he would’ve heard everything!”

“That’s right big bro,” I said. “I’m always here to keep you safe, even though you’re the olde brother!” I giggled. 

“Aww, you’re the best Sammy,” Eric said smiling. 

“Now,” I said, smiling mischievously. “Give your little brother a kiss.”

“Huh?” Eric said, perplexed. “A kiss? Ha-ha, baby bro I’m not gay!”

“Neither am I, silly,” I giggled, internally rolling my eyes at the terrible lie. “But that’s what brothers who love each other do! We have a nice, sloppy kiss to show how much we appreciate each other!” 

“Oh, that makes sense!” Eric said cheerily. 

I immediately leaned in and pressed my juicy, feminine, cock sucking lips into his, and we kissed. We wrestled tongues and swapped spit. I even moaned a little into his mouth. I felt his cock throb inside of my hole, feeling some of his load leak out of the sides and down onto his balls and the seat of the couch.

We parted lips, and Eric seemed a little dazed again. I licked my lips and smiled satisfactorily. 

“From now on big bro,” I said. “Everytime we say Hi, Good Morning, Goodbye, or do something nice for each other, we give each other one of those kisses, okay?”

“Okay, Sammy!” Eric agreed. “I always want to let you know I love my little brother, so of course I will do that for you!” Eric looked down between us and exclaimed. ”Oh no! My cock!”

I was still grinding on Eric’s cock, mainly because the feeling of his meaty half-hard member sliding around in the walls of my boypussy and his cum felt amazing. But also I felt him getting hard again, and I was already good for round two. 

“Oh my,” I said, looking down too. “It seems like I didn’t hop off quickly enough after you came!”

“So it’s still stuck?” Eric asked, looking concerned. “I’m so sorry my jock dick is still in your tight hole, Sammy! I’m such a dumb, hung, jock.”

“Heyy,” I said, soothingly massaging Eric’s hard chest and nipples. “Don’t worry, big bro. We can fix this.” 

“Eh? We can?” Eric asked.

“Of course! All we need to do is unload those balls again. Clearly there’s still cum in those bad boys. And it needs to get out!”

“Oh,” Eric said, thinking hard. “So we…we need to…hmpfh…oh!” Eric’s eyes lit up with the idea. “I need to fuck your hole until I cum! Right?”

“Exactly,” I said smiling, grinding on Eric’s cock with more gusto. 

“But…” Eric looked behind the couch to where Daddy was still in the kitchen. “What if Daddy sees us this time?”

“Don’t worry,” I said reassuringly. “As long as we keep quiet, Daddy won’t ever be the wiser. Here, take this.”

Without asking, I shoved the pair of dirty jock undies back into Eric’s face. He inhaled deeply, eyes rolling back, and cock reaching full stiffness, as I started to ride him like the porn whore I was born to be. 

We fucked for another hour, this time incorporating kissing as per our newly founded ritual. We even changed positions so that Eric was on his knees on the couch behind me fucking my ass and making it bounce and ripple. Daddy came by once to ask what was going on. Eric told him he was giving me a back massage to return the favor. He explained this while continuing to pound my hole aggressively and moaned loudly underneath him, though, but Daddy had no clue what was going on. He was only happy that his two jock boys were bonding. 

And bond we did. 

Eric finally was able to “release” his cock from the clutches of my boy butt. And we both went up to shower. I convinced him to do it together to save water and time. He agreed and we kissed as I rubbed our bodies together while the hot steamy water cascaded over us. He was even nice enough to clean out my hole! He got his face so close to it as he did, lips practically centimeters from my winking, used hole, and I knew his horny jock brain was thinking of something his rational brain could not quite comprehend. 

But I didn’t push it. I knew we had plenty of time, all summer and beyond, to try new things. 

As I laid on my bed, naked and exhausted but feeling fresh and clean from the shower, basking in the late morning sun, I started to touch my hardening cock, thinking about all of the ways I was going to manipulate my older brother to fuck my holes. And with Eric’s girlfriend so busy, I knew I would have ample opportunity to try them all out.

To be continued…