It was the third night that our parents were gone for the week, and the basement felt like a sauna even with the AC blasting. The air was thick and humid, the kind of sticky heat that makes your skin feel damp no matter what.
Jake (23 and my older brother) and I (21) had claimed the big sectional couch right after dinner like always. We started with beers, cold ones from the mini-fridge, and eventually moved on to Dad’s hidden bottle of whiskey. We were passing it back and forth, taking bigger swigs as the night wore on.
I was nicely buzzed, warm and floaty, but Jake was deeper into it. His laughs came easier, and he kept stretching out his long legs, taking up more of the couch. I tried to act normal, but my mind kept drifting.
Truth was, I’d thought about something like this before. Last summer I’d accidentally walked in on Jake getting out of the shower, just a quick glimpse before I apologized and shut the door, but it stuck with me; the thickness of his cock even soft… I’d jerked off thinking about that image more times than I’d ever admit. And sometimes, late at night when we were both home, I’d fantasize about us just jerking off together.
We’d been talking for hours. First it was college bullshit, then video games, then girls. Jake kept circling back to his ex, Sarah.
“Man, she was hot as fuck but so fucking boring,” he complained, staring at the ceiling with the whiskey bottle resting on his stomach. “Never wanted to try anything new. I’m so goddamn horny lately it’s not even funny.”
I laughed nervously and took another sip; not knowing how to respond to my brother admitting he was horny. The alcohol was making everything feel a little less dangerous.
Then Jake got quiet for a second. He took a deep breath.
“Swear to God, bro… don’t laugh, but I’ve been thinking I might be a little bi lately.” His voice was low, almost embarrassed. “Like… I’ve watched some gay porn this year. A couple times. It gets me hard as fuck. Don’t ever tell anyone that shit or I’ll fucking kill you.”
My heart slammed hard against my ribs. The room suddenly felt ten degrees hotter. I’d been holding onto my own “me being gay and all” secret for years, and the whiskey gave me just enough courage to say it.
“I’m actually into guys,” I said quietly, barely above a whisper. “For real. Not ‘a little bit.’ Like, completely.”
Jake turned his head slowly and stared at me. The silence stretched out so long it got uncomfortable. His eyebrows went up, and he blinked a few times like he was processing it through the haze of alcohol.
“No shit?” he finally said. He let out a long breath. “That’s… wild, man. I guess what you like is what you like.” He shook his head, half-laughing in disbelief. “Fuck. That’s crazy.”
We both went quiet again. The weight of what we’d just admitted hung in the air.
Neither of us looked at the other for a while. We just kept passing the whiskey bottle back and forth, taking small sips. My face felt like it was on fire; was it from the alcohol or from me trying to pretend like I wasn’t getting hard. I could hear my own heartbeat in my ears.
After maybe ten minutes of random small talk that went nowhere, Jake shifted on the couch. He openly adjusted the front of his basketball shorts, not even trying to hide the obvious bulge there. He glanced over at me; was he trying to get my attention… I couldn’t let him know that I was kinda into it.
“This is so fucking weird to say out loud,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. “But I’m seriously horny as hell right now. Like… painfully. You too, right?”
I swallowed hard. My own cock had been half-hard for the last hour. What the fuck was I supposed to say… this was my brother.
“Yeah,” I admitted, my voice barely there. “Me too.”
Jake stared at the ceiling again, thinking. He let out a long sigh. If only I could hear what he was thinking. Did he find this hot? I didn’t know what to think.
“We’re both wasted. If we just… jerk off in the same room, it doesn’t have to be some huge deal. Right? No one would ever know. I’m just horny has hell, could be fun to jerk of together. You know?” He paused, then added, “You down?”
I hesitated for a second, my stomach twisting with nerves and excitement. What was I supposed to say? Then I nodded.
“Yeah… I’m down if you are,”the words escaped my quivering voice. “You first,” I added; I was in no way brave enough to instigate this.
Jake didn’t wait long. He lifted his hips and shoved his shorts and briefs down to his ankles in one motion. His cock sprang up and slapped against his stomach, thick and heavy, easily over 7 inches. It looked so veiny and I could tell that he was leaking shiny pre-cum out of his tip. His cock was even bigger than I remembered from that shower glimpse. Fuck… I could feel my own cock throbbing in my pants.
I took a shaky breath and pushed my own shorts and briefs down exposing myself completely. My cock was slimmer than his, about 6.5 inches, but I was rock hard and throbbing.
Jake looked over openly, no shame left thanks to the whiskey.
“Damn,” he said with a lazy grin. “Your cock looks nice. Mine’s definitely thicker though.” He reached over casually and bumped the tip of his cock against mine a couple of times, comparing them. The warm contact felt amazing. I felt like my balls were going to explode right then.
We started stroking ourselves side by side. It was awkward as hell at first. Neither of us really looked at the other. Just nervous breathing, the occasional awkward laugh, and the slick sound of skin on skin in the quiet basement. I kept thinking about how insane this was, my straight(ish) brother and I jerking off inches apart on the same couch we’d played video games on for years. I noticed Jake scooting closer to me… getting close enough that our thighs were now pressed together. He casually placed his left hand on my inner thigh; was he trying to get closer to my cock?
After a few minutes, Jake looked over at me.
“This feels kinda stupid doing it separately,” he muttered. “You wanna… jerk each other for a bit? Just to see what it’s like?”
My mouth went dry. My heart was pounding so hard I was sure he could hear it. “Yeah… okay.”
I reached over first. My hand wrapped around his thick cock. God, it was heavy, warmer than I expected, and so much thicker than mine. The veins pulsed against my palm. Jake reached over at the same time and grabbed me. His grip was stronger, rougher, almost like he was trying to match the confidence he usually had with girls. We started stroking each other slowly, exploring.
“Fuck…” Jake breathed out. “Your hand feels different than mine. Way better than I thought it would.”
We kept going like that for a while, finding a rhythm. Sometimes we’d speed up, sometimes we’d slow down and just tease each other. His thumb kept brushing over my leaking head, spreading my pre-cum around in smooth circles. It felt electric.
I did the same to him, squeezing a little tighter near the head the way I imagined he might like it. His breathing got deeper and heavier.
After several minutes, Jake suddenly pulled his hand away. His cock was throbbing in my grip, leaking steadily.
“I’m getting way too close,” he said, voice rough. “You’ve sucked dick before, right? Since you’re gay?”
I nodded, my face burning… where was this going?
He stared at me for a second, drunk and clearly fighting with himself. “I’m really fucking curious right now. Just for a minute. I wanna know what it feels like to get head from another guy.”
I leaned down, heart hammering, and took his cock into my mouth. It was so thick it stretched my lips wide right away. I started with the head, swirling my tongue around the salty pre-cum, but Jake’s hand moved to the back of my head.
“Deeper,” he groaned, a little pushy from the alcohol. He applied steady pressure, not rough enough to hurt, but definitely forceful. “Come on, bro… take a little more.”
I relaxed my throat and pushed down. Inch by inch, I took him until my nose was pressed against his trimmed pubes and my lips were wrapped around the very base of his cock. He was buried to the balls. The fullness was intense, my throat squeezed around the thick shaft, and I could feel every vein and pulse as his precum leaked down my throat. I held it there for a few seconds, breathing through my nose, eyes watering slightly, before slowly sliding back up.
“Fuuuuck,” Jake moaned loudly, his hand still guiding my head. “That’s insane. No girl’s ever taken me that deep.”
I went back down again, faster this time, working him with my throat. The wet, sloppy sounds were loud in the basement. Jake’s hips started twitching up a little, fucking my mouth gently but insistently as I used my hand to play with his balls. They felt so full
After a couple of minutes he pulled me off with a shaky breath. “Stop, stop, I’m right there. Holy shit.”
He started stroking himself fast, chest heaving. His cock was shiny with my spit. “I wanna cum on your face. I’ve never done that before. Can I?”
I didn’t just say yes, I wanted it bad. I wanted to taste him. He stood up and over my body.I leaned in close, tilted my head back slightly, opened my mouth, and looked up at him with my tongue out.
Jake’s eyes widened. “Fuck, bro…”
He groaned deep and started shooting. The first powerful rope blasted across my cheek and nose. The second and third went straight into my open mouth, thick and warm, landing heavily on my tongue. More spurts hit my lips, my mouth, even one across my eyelid. His cum was hot, salty with a bitter edge, and there was so much of it. I kept my mouth open, letting it pool on my tongue while he kept pumping through his orgasm. The strong, masculine taste filled my senses. I swallowed some of it deliberately while he was still cumming, then opened again for the last few spurts of his load.
Jake stared down at me, panting hard, looking almost dazed at the mess he’d made. “Goddamn… you’ve got my whole load all over your face. That was so fucking hot.”
My own cock was aching, painfully hard and leaking pre cum. I wiped a streak of his cum off my cheek and licked it off my finger without thinking.
“My turn,” I said, voice hoarse. “I want to cum on your face. You said you’re curious… you can see if you like it.”
Jake wiped sweat from his forehead, still breathing hard. He hesitated, clearly nervous now that the moment was here, but the drunk curiosity won out. “Yeah… alright. I’ve never had one either. Do it.”
He sat down and slouched back on the couch. I stood up on shaky legs right in front of him and stroked fast. The warm feeling of my older brother’s cum dripping down my face, combined with everything we’d just done, pushed me over the edge in less than a minute.
I came so fucking hard. The first rope landed across his cheek. The second splashed over his lips and into his open mouth. Several more thick shots painted his lips, jaw, and neck. Jake flinched when my cum hit his tongue, but he didn’t pull away.
He licked his lips slowly, tasting me. His face scrunched up for a second, a mix of surprise and mild disgust, but then he let out a shaky, awkward laugh.
“Goddamn… it’s really fucking salty and bitter,” he said, wiping some off his cheek with the back of his hand. He licked another streak off his lip anyway. “I don’t hate it exactly. It’s nasty as hell… but kinda hot in a dirty, fucked-up way. Knowing it’s my little bro’s load.” He shook his head, still half-laughing in disbelief. “This whole night is so messed up.”
We sat there afterward, both of us with cum on our faces, the basement quiet except for the AC humming and our slowing breaths. This could be a fun summer.
