I am the youngest of three brothers. My brothers Jay and Eli are like two peas in a pod as they were born a year apart from each other, and I was always more isolated from them being around a decade younger. Recently though, I've started connecting more with my brother Jay as he's become a family man. I am in my 30s and Jay and Eli are in their 40s.
Jay has a slim build but is working on defining his muscles. He has a toned chest and lightly tanned skin, short black hair with a fade on either side, and some hair on his arms and legs. Whenever we hug, I can feel his masculine strength and it makes me internally swoon, wishing I could kiss his lips right there and then. Needless to say, he would not be down for that due to us being family and he is straight as an arrow. He does give me heaping doses of sarcasm constantly, as well as brotherly teases and taps on my shoulders and legs. Even though he is straight, whenever he does this, I have to question there might be other intentions. Realistically, no, but you never know...
I visit Jay and his family every once in a while. I always feel at home, and I even get to sleep over from time to time to spend more time with them. I have never seen Jay fully naked, the most is seeing him come out of the shower with a towel covering his nether regions but exposing his exquisitely toned chest and those partially hairy legs. Sometimes I would wish the towel would accidentally drop to get to see his family jewels and his sperm hose, but it never happened. Sigh.
When visiting, there have been times when Jay is just so tired that he would fall asleep on the couch while we're watching something on the TV. I would wait for the times when that happens and we're alone for me to stare at him and have erotic thoughts floating through my head, thoughts that would get me hard on the spot. On one such occasion, I even took a discreet video of him sleeping and have jerked off many a time to it.
Present day. Jay had an argument with his wife and decided to leave their house for the night. I offered for him to stay at my apartment until things settled down, and he readily agreed. Knowing that it was my duty to cheer him up and distract him from his woes, I stacked up on beer and tequila, two types of drinks that I know Jay likes. Now, for some background, Jay doesn't really drink anymore, but in my mind he would be so upset that he would be willing to dive in into the warm embrace of booze. The booze that would allow me to enact my plan...
I picked up Jay and brought him over to my apartment, lugging a duffel bag with clothes he hastily threw in and some personal items. My mind kept racing with lustful thoughts, but I had to suppress them in the meanwhile. I wasn't in a mindset to cook, so I ordered us a pepperoni pizza to eat while we popped in some movies on the TV. Once the pizza was done, I decided that it was time to get our drink on. I started by offering him some beer while we chatted, and just as I had suspected, he hastily agreed, no doubt to zone out his mind from his ails at home. One after another, he chugged down those beers with ease, each successive one making him more and more drunk. Due to not drinking often anymore, he was more of a lightweight nowadays compared to his youth. But I knew I needed a guarantee if I were to have my way with him. I told Jay that we should take some tequila shots to fully take his mind off of things. No resistance on my brother's part. We took a couple of shots and by this time he was absolutely zoning out. Good thing I can hold down my liquor pretty well. I put on another movie for us to watch, and my heart was racing by this point. I knew that it would only be a matter of time before the inevitable...
Light snoring. I had been focused on the movie, careful to not make it obvious that I was waiting for Jay to pass out. It was only when I started hearing that light snoring that I knew the alcohol had done its job. I turned to look at my handsome, hot brother, his eyes closed, his head tilted back on the couch. His hands were slumped down the front of his crotch, his legs spread wide, an open invitation for me. "Jay" I say in a somewhat loud tone. No response. I pat his arm a few times, not even a stir, just a constant light snore. My dick was getting more and more erect, an inexplicable ecstasy as my brother sat there, completely vulnerable, completely unaware of what was happening, and what was to come... or cum, if all went according to plan. I run my hand through his hair, and I lean in to give him a light kiss on his inviting lips. I lift up his shirt to reveal his toned chest that I could only see from a distance, now able to touch and run my fingers down from his perked nipples to the waistband of his sweats. Carefully, I then take off his shirt, but my brother did not react, deep in his alcohol-fuelled slumber. My heart was pounding at this point, my cock constantly pulsating with lust.
My eyes now lowered towards the goal, his package. He was wearing tight sweats that showed a nice bulge protruding out like a mountain. I lightly caressed it and looked up at his face. Eyes still closed, snoring lightly, all going according to plan. I couldn't wait any longer. I started pulling down his sweats when I was greeted with blue boxer briefs, his package squarely in the middle poking out, needing some love, needing some attention. I rubbed his package for a few seconds, constantly looking up to make sure he was still passed out, and sure enough he still was. Now it was time for the big reveal, to see what my brother has been packing for all these years that I never got to see, that I wanted to taste, that I wanted to pleasure.
I pull down his boxer briefs, and out comes a roughly four inch soft penis, uncut, the hood covering the cock head. Two tight balls hanging down, a tan colour to match his skin tone. Mmmmmm. Jay kept snoring, not even a stir as all this was going on. Okay, time to enact the final part of the plan. I was going to make my brother feel good, hopefully he gives me a creamy reward at the end. I slowly start stroking his flaccid cock while rubbing his nipples. I heard this was a trick one could use to stimulate a cock to get rock hard, so no harm in trying it out. I throw in cupping his balls into the mix while continue to stroke his dick, and slowly but surely it starts getting hard, throbbing as it started standing to attention. That's when I start noticing that Jay's light snoring has turned into a light "ahhhhh", like a light breath constantly escaping his now partially opened mouth, his teeth slightly visible. He was enjoying this, which was the goal of course. Despite this change, he didn't seem to be waking up.
I kept going at it for a few more minutes when I decided that I needed to have him in my mouth. Just the thought of having my brother's most intimate organ in my mouth nearly sent my cock over the edge, but I resisted, my cum can wait. I grab his rock hard cock and slowly start licking his pink cock head, including a small dribble of pre-cum that had emerged from all the stroking. I then started shoving more and more of my brother's meat into my willing mouth, and I went up and down on his stick as he started moaning. I kept looking up at him, eyes still closed, but moaning more and more as I took his dick in my mouth. The feeling of euphoria, of lust being satisfied, it consumed my entire being as I knelt between my older brother's legs, with his orgasm as my end goal.
I kept sucking more enthusiastically and Jay moaned louder. I felt his dick growing harder and his balls getting tighter. It was time, I was going to make my brother cum, the end goal of my plan. His cock throbbed with all its might as it started the cum eruption, several squirts of my brother's creamy seed filling my mouth to the brim. I spilled some out on his chest and swallowed the rest. Jay's moaning quickly transitioned into steady light snoring like at the beginning. I have no clue if he was dreaming during any of this, but the thought that he was likely dreaming it was his wife gave me a thrill that finally pushed me to release my backed-up cum into my underwear. I grabbed a bit of the natural glue and coated it on Jay's lips and dick. Exhilarating would be underselling what I was feeling at that moment. Carefully, I wiped Jay down with a towel I had grabbed from the washroom and put all his clothes back on him. I stood up and admired him in all his splendidness, completely lost to the world, having orgasmed for his little brother without knowing it. I took a quick picture of Jay in his current pose, legs spread wide showing his package raising the crotch area of his sweats. Wildly hot. I knew he would probably be out for a couple of more hours, so I then shifted him into a laying down position on the couch, grabbing a pillow and blanket from my bedroom and gently raising his heavy head to put the pillow under it, and covering up his hot, newly-clothed body with the blanket. He did not stir through all this, he was completely out, amazing. I kissed him on the lips one last time, my parting gift, until a next time when I can have my way with him again. I went to bed shortly after, still living in sweet euphoria from what just happened.
The next morning, I woke up and found Jay sitting up in the couch browsing on his phone. I offered to make some coffee and a spot of breakfast before he headed back home. I assume he and his wife would make up and have some rocking make-up sex. I drove him back home, got out of the car and gave him a strong bear hug. I had to do everything in my power to not get a hard-on as memories from the night before started rushing in. I could still taste his salty pre-cum and feel the creamy texture of his man glue. I told him everything would be fine with him and his wife, that these kinds of things happened in relationships. He thanked me for the encouragement and for letting him stay over for the night. Inside my mind I said "no, thank you". I got in the car just as he closed the front door of his house. I took a quick glance back at the door and then drove off. As I crossed the traffic light to leave the neighbourhood, I couldn't help but say aloud to myself, almost triumphantly, "until next time, Jay, until next time..."
