I returned my gaze to his face and saw that his eyes had been watching my appraisal. His breathing was hard enough for me to notice it. “Show me how you do it,” I said. He looked confused by the question. ”Do what?” I shook my head. “What you do.” “You mean jack off?” I nodded. “I wanna see how you do it. How you like to do it. Every guy is different. Some guys like to do it real fast; some do it really slow. Some do long strokes; some stay right on the head and work that.”
He actually seemed impressed that I had that much information. “You seem to know a lot about it.” I spread his clothes on the floor because they were the only ones that were dry, and made a cushion for him to lie on as I guided him down to the floor. It was odd, I thought, as he positioned himself seated upright with his legs splayed, that he looked much larger than when he stood. By the time he was comfortable and looking back up at me, he was fully erect, the dick in a rigid arc pointing at his belly button. A glittering diamond of wetness bubbled from its tip. I knelt down in front of him.
“You want me to just do it…?” he asked. I told him I did. “Like you would do it with no one around.” Taking a deep breath, he leaned back on one arm and with his other hand began a long, slow, almost savoring stroke on his shaft. Using only three of his fingers and his thumb he worked it from the base to the tip, circling the circumference of the bulb with his two first two fingers before returning down with a backwards stroke. It was clear it was a sensitive dick, especially along the under flesh. When his fingers glided downward, his balls jumped wide and to the side in their sacks, and a quiver laced the meat of his thighs and soft flesh of his belly. He did this half a dozen times before opening his eyes and looking at me again, as if awaiting instructions.
I sat down in front of him, hooking my legs over his so we looked like naked Kama Sutra bookends. My dick already had its own heartbeat. Mine was longer than his, and narrower along the shaft. I matched his balls in length and I was uncoiffed, so I had a nice, curly bush of dark pubes. I tilted my pelvis backward so he could have a clear view of my ass as well, because I liked to toy with it occasionally during masturbation. The best way to learn what someone liked was simply to watch them, and I figured this was the easiest lesson to teach. “Watch me. This is how we each learn what the other likes.” His gaze was riveted to my crotch as I began stroking. What should have been an exposition of how I normally did myself became an exhibition. I found the idea of performing a private, intimate act for him more than stimulating… so it turned into something more. It was a Salome’s dance done to entice him. I wanted him to see how pleasure looked on me. I fell back on my elbows, giving both my hands freedom in the exercise. My movements became more pronounced, almost exaggerated, as I lifted my hips with each stroke, one hand cupped around my dick for the stroke and the fingers of the other pulling the cheeks of my ass apart to toy the sensitive flesh hidden beneath the soft whorls of hair. With one glance at his face, I could tell I had captivated his attention.
“I like to do it slow like you,” I said in a voice that sounded almost teacher-like except for the breathy quality. “I like to use this hand to play with my ass. It’s very soft and delicate in between the cheeks. When I start to get real excited, I can feel it get very hot.” As I spoke, he unconsciously began stroking himself again, his eyes never leaving what I was doing to myself.
I stopped, sat back up, and then knelt over him, gently easing him into a prone position on his elbows. His dick was already twice as thick as when we’d begun, the veins engorged as it gently bobbed with the increasing rhythm of blood. I took it in my hand. It felt large and hot… and ready. I mimicked the stroke he’d done on himself, slow to the top, circling the tip and then back down. His balls jumped playfully each time. His face looked spellbound as I took my time on him, finding those special nerves along the way that made him gasp, his eyelids flutter. “How am I doing?” I asked, making sure I hit every one of his special spots as I delivered the question. He sucked in air suddenly and swallowed. His eyes found mine and they had that look of someone being swept away. “Great. You’re doing great.”
Thanks dude, that means a lot! Glad to hear I’m somewhat responsible for you wanting to try your hand at it – that’s what got me started doing this too. Always happy to talk in more depth about this, so feel free to PM me here, or e-mail me at a4ftales@gmail.com.
“What about you, bro?” I asked Reece when we finally got our tongues untangled, looking down at the hard curve of his cock laid across Danny’s hip, licking my lips and hardly even knowing I was doing it. “We gotta take care of you too.”
“Listen to this little slut,” Danny said to Reece, clapping my back as he chuckled, but there wasn’t really any of Douchey Danny in it.
“Shut the fuck up, you cum dump,” I muttered, and the two of them laughed, long and loud and infectious. “But for real.”
“We said we’d show you some things, bro,” Reece said, reaching over to squeeze my hip, his hand slipping over to the meat of my ass, cupping it, squeezing the flesh, cocking one eyebrow in a question, and loud and clear in the front of my mind was the word Yes.
“There’s really quite a lot, still,” Danny said, slipping his arm deeper round me, his hand squeezing the top of my ass, just in case I hadn’t gotten the message. “And the night’s still young.”
* * * * *
Tonight had been a lot. I’d fucked my first ass, sucked my first cock, shot two real big loads, and fucked a good one out of Danny, showing him I was worthy of being included in the little club him and my big brother had formed over the past few years. I felt like I could be pretty proud of myself and how I’d stepped up. Reece seemed full of brotherly pride, I could feel it in the way he looked at me over Danny’s body. Even if he’d seemed a little skeptical about it this afternoon, Danny sure seemed to be warming up to me real well now, based on the way his one hand was squeezing my ass, the other working over my chest, my shoulders, my upper arms. It felt fuckin’ awesome, a real good feeling-up like I hadn’t had since the beach with Reece last summer, when he’d squeezed my growing muscles, appraising me like a coach – like I wished Coach Tolodecki would, sometimes – and nodding his approval.
I found myself flexing up a little under Danny’s wandering hands, not trying to show off, but give him a better idea of how much bigger I’d gotten since the last time he’d seen me. Reece’s hand ran up and down my outer thigh, and I liked that especially, since I was probably proudest of how strong my legs had gotten. It was all so hot, all manly and fun being with these guys, and my cock was already on its way to being good to go, pressing up harder into the warm flesh of Danny’s hip, which was pretty great, considering I’d just shot a serious fuckin’ load inside Danny’s tight, hot ass.
And then it hit me – I was about to get fucked. For the first time. By my big brother, with the big dick throbbing up hard against Danny’s other thigh. My eyes locked onto it, taking in the combo of thickness and length, the way the head gleamed with precum in the low light, and all of a sudden I felt my mouth getting dry.
“Coley’s gonna get fuuuuuucked,” Danny said in a sing-song smartass voice. I shot him a sharp look, but he just grinned at me and held my eyes, like he was sizing me up. “Pretty brave for your first time, kid. You see how big this fuckin’ thing is, right?”
Danny let go of my ass and took a hold of Reece’s cock, stroking it up and down with the ease of somebody who’d done it a lot. All this awesome shit I’d been missing out on all this time. Of course I watched him, and I saw Reece watching me watch him too, as he grunted and bit his bottom lip. Damn, he really did have a big fuckin’ dick. I could feel a tingle inside, looking at it, the way the muscles above his hips seemed to point at it, like emphasizing how big and hard he was. Yeah, I mean, I’d seen bigger, sure, on Tumblr and in some porns and stuff. But those were all, like… abstract dicks. They were happening to somebody else. Reece’s dick was for real, and it was about to happen to me, if I wanted it. Me, the dude who’d never had anything bigger than a few fingers up there… but shit, that meant I really must want it, right?
I bet his balls were fucking full, all the cum me and Danny had shot, and Reece still holding his first load over there. Man, I wanted to be the one to help him get that load off. Danny had had his turn, plenty of times. It was my turn to step up and help a bro out – literally, I guess. I felt that tingle inside me, down behind my dick, above my balls, all around my hole, and a part of it was probably just nervousness, but I knew a whole lot more of it was anticipation.
“You sure, bro?” Reece asked, finally piping up, and I could see he’d totally give me the out here, if I wanted to take it. He was good like that.
I thought about how awesome it had felt fucking Danny just now, how tight and hot and alive he’d felt around my cock. How I’d shot the best cum of my young life from the feeling of it. I could tell Reece was the kind of guy who just loved to fuck, and I bet I was tighter than Danny. I knew I could make it hot for him, and he’d make it hot for me. Even hotter, because we were brothers, and we really weren’t supposed to. But fuck, nothing had ever felt more right in my life, not since the first time Reece had slipped me his weed-funky tongue back at the beach.
“Yeah bro,” I said before I could really think about it. “Yeah, I’m sure.”
Reece got this kind of big look in his eyes, like it was the best thing he’d ever heard, and his hand came up from my thigh to cup my head and pull me to him over Danny’s chest, leaning into me, his breath all warm and close on my lips.
“Dude, I’m gonna make you feel so good…” he murmured, and his cock could’ve been the size of a telephone pole and I’d still have put my legs up for him. This time, it was me pushing into the kiss, my tongue thrusting into his mouth, seeking his out, as he grunted and pulled me over Danny’s body and into him.
“Well shit, don’t mind me, fuckers,” Danny grumbled good-naturedly as I slid over him and into Reece, but we just tuned him out, as my big brother sucked harder on my tongue and drew me into the muscular warmth of his body. Now my cock was there, ready to roll again, as I felt the hard, moist warmth of Reece’s pressing against my flesh, marking me with his precum as our kiss went real deep, hungry and wet and urgent.
I halfway registered the shift of the mattress underneath us, Danny moving around, and then his hands squeezing the meat of my ass, feeling me up real good. I flexed up the big, hard muscles of my glutes and heard him let out a little growl that made me smile against Reece’s lips. Then the wetness of Danny’s tongue, licking the flesh of my ass, which made me shiver inside, even more when he spread my cheeks wide open and ran his tongue up the length of my crack, from my taint up to the very top. I moaned into Reece’s mouth, and Danny chuckled in response, smacking my ass and giving me another long, slow, wet lick, this time from top to bottom.
Reece pulled me on top of him, our mouths wide open to each other as our tongues explored, and now it was his hands grabbing hold of my ass, spreading me open as Danny growled “Fuck yeah, bro” and started really going to town on me with his lips and tongue. It felt fucking amazing, one of the things I’d probably most wanted to experience, getting licked like that, and when Danny’s tongue lapped at the tight muscle of my hole, it felt like a million little prickles of pleasure raced up the inside of my body from my hole, making me moan some more and push my ass back against his face harder.
Reece pulled back from the kiss, one hand cupping my jaw, giving me a deep look, his eyebrows raised with the silent question – You still sure, bro? I lifted my chin a little, showing him how ready I was to man up like this for him. With him. I gave him a firm nod, then pulled his hips back against mine, our cocks doing battle as I ground against him, Danny’s tongue starting to lick inside of me, a whole new sensation driving me slowly nuts now. I was prepared to go along with pretty much anything these studly fuckers wanted to show me, especially if Danny kept chowing down on my hole the way he was doing. Reece hadn’t been kidding when he’d talked about how much our cousin loved eating ass.
Reece grinned at me, ruffled my hair, then gave my lips a quick kiss.
“Let’s get that cherry of yours taken care of, then, my dude,” he said, and my god, I was into him so bad.
Reece moved me around, pushing me up off of him, planting my ass even more firmly on Danny’s face. I grunted and Danny moaned happily, clapping both hands on either side of my ass with a loud smack as his tongue worked even more eagerly up inside of me. Reece ran one hand down my front, through my sticky bush, taking my totally hard-again cock in his hand and giving it a few slow strokes. He straddled Danny’s body, the big muscles of his thighs bulging beautifully, that big fucking cock of his pointing towards the ceiling fan above us, and once again it was all I could look at, all I could really see.
He’s gonna put that thing inside you, dude, I thought. You sure you’re ready?
The only thing I was sure of was that I was having the night of my young fucking life. That, and that I was ready to give it a try. I reached out for it, took my big brother’s big cock in my hand, and gave it a stroke, like I was testing it out. God, he felt even bigger than he looked, all thick and hard and veiny, a solid cock, kind of handsome as cocks go, capped off with a fat, gleaming head that oozed precum. It was the head I was wondering about most – not worrying about, necessarily, but it was definitely giving me pause, imagining it pushing inside the tightness of my hole, how it would feel stretching me out for his shaft, probing its way up inside me where nobody had ever gone before. Before I knew it, I was stroking it slowly, like I stroked my own cock, grinding my ass back on Danny’s skilled tongue and fisting Reece’s handsome dick as I psyched myself up for everything to come.
“Here, let me help you out a little,” Reece murmured, taking my hand off his cock. He pursed his lips and spat slowly into my palm, looking at me with a warm-eyed, lusty kind of grin, and I could’ve fucking cum all over again. He guided my hand back down the this warm thickness of his cock, and I looked right back at him as I coated it with his spit, slick and warm and thick as it glazed him, listening to his soft grunt, his approving nod. Jesus fuckin’ christ, he was sexy. I wanted to be just like him, and from now on, I was gonna pay real close attention to everything he did.
I leaned into him and kissed him again, letting out a deep moan into his mouth as Danny’s tongue and lips did a number on my hole, full of tongue at either end now as I stroked my big brother. After a few good, deep minutes of all this total pleasure, Reece’s hand found the back of my neck and applied gentle pressure.
“Why don’t you taste it, little bro?” he said in that low, sexy voice of his, and suddenly that sounded like the best idea ever. I couldn’t believe I hadn’t done it already. He barely even had to nudge me with his hand – I was shifting forward and bending over, pushing my ass even more up against Danny’s hungry mouth, making us both moan as I took a firm hold of my big brother’s big dick, then got in real close to it and tasted him.
Shit, I could have sworn we tasted alike, based on what I’d tasted of myself on Danny’s and Reece’s tongues, in their spit, from when they’d sucked on my piece tonight. But maybe that was just my mind playing games. Either way, he tasted good, strong and masculine, not exactly fresh after all the stuff we’d been getting into, but clean underneath the tang of precum and spit and his natural musk. I loved it all, lapping his fat, slick head with my tongue, running it up and down the underside of his cock like I’d watched Danny do earlier, replaying in my head all the blowjobs I’d watched online and taking them as inspiration. Then I opened my lips up wide, suckling the head of Reece’s cock with them, just savoring the rich flood of his tastes. I looked up, just barely able to see his face, smiling down at me with a focused, but warm kind of look in his eyes as he watched me closely and let out a string of soft pleasure sounds.
“Yeah, Coley,” he said, and right then we could’ve been the only two people on the whole planet. “Suck me, bro.”
So I did. I tried to split my focus between the amazing sensations Danny was treating my ass to, and the ones I aimed to give to Reece. I gripped one of his muscular thighs for balance, took hold of the root of his big cock with the other, then focused on working my lips and tongue down his cockshaft as smoothly as I could. Good thing I’d already taken a turn on Danny earlier, because I felt a lot more sure of myself now, even if Reece was bigger. It was work, sure, but work I was enjoying, my lips stretching, my tongue gliding, my hand pumping slowly at the base like I’d seen the dudes in porn do. I worked my way down until I couldn’t get any further, but I was pretty pleased with how much of my big bro I’d managed, and I set about doing the very best I could with all the cock I had. I closed my eyes and just took in all the tastes and scents of him, my spit flowing as I explored most of my brother’s thick, hard length.
“Fuck yessss, bro,” Reece moaned, his hands cupping my head, fingers digging into my hair as I started to work up and down his cock. His fingertips tightened on my scalp every time I moaned around him, from the awesome sensations Danny was giving me down south, and the constant taste of his precum told me I was doing a pretty solid job on his big young piece. After a couple minutes, right as I was starting to feel like I was really finding my groove on him, Reece started to gently thrust, pumping his hips slowly, feeding me more of his cock, jumping right in that groove with me.
“OK, fuck, I gotta…” Reece grunted a couple more minutes later, holding onto my head and extracting the thick, wet length of his cock from my mouth. I don’t know where it came from, but I let out a hungry little noise and chased after his cock, mouth open, staring hard at the handsome head of it, all gleaming with my spit. Reece just chuckled, tucked his hand under my jaw and lifted my face up to meet his.
“Plenty more chances to do more of that, little bro,” he said, then slid his tongue inside my mouth, getting a good taste of himself on my tongue and in my spit as I thrilled to his words and melted into his kiss.
“How’s Danny doin’ back there?” he asked when we separated, and I just grinned and moaned in reply, pushing my ass back against Danny’s face and his hungry mouth, making him moan too.
“Told ya,” Reece grinned. “Fucker once made me nut all over myself, just eatin’ me out.”
“Fuck, I wish you guys had told me about all this before,” I moaned, picturing them in my head.
“Yeah, maybe we should’ve,” Reece said, pulling me back into him for another quick, but deep brother kiss. “But we’re here now. Let’s catch you up.”
Reece pushed me back, which changed the angle of my ass on Danny’s face, which made him and me both moan as his tongue worked my insides. Danny was still sprawled out on his back across the bed, and Reece grinned down at his form as he pushed Danny’s thighs open wider. I was a little confused as I watched him line his cock up to Danny’s hole – I thought it was me he was supposed to be fucking. But damn if he wasn’t a fine sight to watch, giving me a confident, playful grin and a wink as he pushed his length slowly up inside our cousin, making Danny moan bigtime up inside of me.
“I love sloppy seconds, bro,” he grinned. “And besides, I need a little slickness for when I get inside you.”
Jesus christ he was hot, somehow lewd and warm, playful and lusty all at the same time. It was a whole new side to the laid-back, good-natured stud I thought I knew pretty well, and I was real eager to get to know this side of my big brother even better.
“Aw, you big-dicked fuck,” Danny growled underneath me.
“Nobody knows it better than you, dude,” Reece said, grabbing hold of Danny’s hips and giving him a solid pumping. He kept his eyes on me the whole time, like a preview of what I was gonna be seeing in a few minutes, hopefully.
“You creamed him up real good, bro,” he grunted. “Nice fuckin’ job.”
God damn, I wanted him so bad. Even though I’d never had anyone else inside of me like that, I had no doubt at all he was the right one to do the honors. I could’ve watched him fuck for hours, but a couple minutes later, he slid back out of Danny again, his cock even wetter now, glazed with my cum from inside Danny’s depths. Danny let out a hungry noise of disappointment, but Reece just slapped the side of his ass, encouraging him to move.
“You had your turn, fucker,” Reece said to him as Danny wriggled over, making room for me. “Time for us to bring Cole in.”
“High time,” I muttered, staring down at his big, hard, cum-slicked cock, and he chuckled and nodded at me as he climbed up on the bed and came for me.
“You get him good and wet, dude?” he asked to Danny, who was right beside us, like he was angling to get in on our embrace as Reece pulled me back into him.
“Gave him all I had,” Danny said, running his hands over our backs and asses, giving mine a particularly solid squeeze that made me grunt. He took the bottle of lube he’d turned up earlier, and squeezed out a healthy palmful of it, reaching down to slather it all over Reece’s big, hard cock.
“Better make sure of it, bro,” Reece said to him, reaching up to cup Danny’s jaw and tilt it towards him. I could see Danny was expecting a kiss, and Reece gave him one, quick and tongue-heavy. But then Reece pulled back, and I grunted in surprise and lust as my brother pursed his lips and spat right in Danny’s mouth. Danny let out a little moan, but Reece just pushed him down, more firmly than he’d done with me before, and again, I found myself amazed at the subtle way my amiable, easygoing stud of a big bro was showing me his other side tonight.
I moaned again as Danny ducked his head between my thighs, going underneath me, Reece giving me a wink as Danny licked me again, transferring Reece’s thick spitwad to my already-wet hole, burrowing his agile tongue right up inside of me as Reece pulled me back into another kiss. God, this was all so much, and I was loving every single bit of it, even as I was having to really work to keep up with these fucking studs. I reached behind me to grab the back of Danny’s head and plant his face and his hard-working tongue deeper between my cheeks, bringing another long, low moan from him. Yeah, I was ready to take this to the next level.
Reece pulled me down onto the mattress with him, not breaking our kiss, maneuvering me on top of his muscled frame as I ground my hard cock against his stomach. Danny’s lube-heavy fingers found my hole and rubbed it, making it throb and tingle even more as he smeared an extra layer of slickness over it, and then up inside me, making me buck my hips, driving my cock against Reece’s abs, making me suck harder on his talented tongue.
I could feel the head of his cock, thick and hot, painting stripes of my own spent cumload across my cheeks, and then the mix of cool wetness and solid, fleshy heat pressing to my hole. I got that nervous, tingly feeling all up inside of me, but I pushed that down as I pushed my ass back against the wet bigness of my big brother’s cock. He moaned deep and low into my mouth, a definite sound of approval, and then I felt Danny’s hands on my cheeks again, spreading me wide as Reece lined himself up against me properly.
“Just relax, and breathe,” Reece murmured to me, his voice thick with the spit we’d been swapping. “Push down a little inside. I’m gonna be in you before you know it, little bro.”
“Jesus fuck,” Danny muttered again, flopping down on his side next to us, fisting his angry-looking cock, something like awe on his face as he watched us. I could hardly believe it myself, but here we were, me about to take my first D, and from my own brother, no less. If I were Danny, I’d have been amazed and awed and horny beyond fuckin’ belief at the sight of us too.
“Look me in the eyes, bro,” Reece said, low and warm, and I did just as he said, helpless to do anything else. His eyes were blue, and deep, and warm, and a little hypnotic, with this mix of love and lust and pure manly sensuality in them. Even as he pressed up harder against my hole with his cock, that warm, slick flesh pushing at the tight little knot of muscle, I stayed focused on his eyes, the way his big, warm hands roamed over my body, appreciating me, easing me, helping me to open up and take him.
“Oh my god,” I muttered as he pushed a little harder, feeling the pressure, feeling my hole starting to give, and then fuck, I had to squeeze my eyes shut tight, biting my lip, as Reece started to push up inside of me.
“Oh yeah, baby bro,” he murmured, rubbing up and down my flanks as he pushed up inside of me, and holy fuckin’ shit, me and Reece were really fucking. Something I’d been kind of imagining – not just me getting fucked, but getting fucked by him, by my own stud of a brother, the dude who’d showed me so much about myself this past year or so.
Not gonna lie, after all the luxurious tongue-licking and ass-munching Danny had given me, even with a slick coating of my lube all over Reece’s cock, as gentle as he was trying to be as he took my last cherry, it wasn’t exactly fun. Not at first, at least, as I rode the wave of pressure, right out to the edges where it felt quite a bit like pain, my asshole stretching in an unfamiliar way, more than it ever had before, trying to accommodate the thickness of my brother’s superhard cock. Reece’s big hands helped a lot, running over my flanks, my chest, my stomach, up and down the big, bunched muscles of my thighs as I straddled him. Danny helped out too, leaning in to nuzzle my nipples, kissing my shoulder, the side of my neck.
“You’re doin’ great, bro,” he murmured to me, and after all the years of Danny being kind of a low-key shithead to me, I really liked hearing that from him. “First time’s never easy. But it gets so good, trust me…”
Danny’s mouth found mine, pulling me into another deep, long, hungry kiss, helping me somewhat forget the uncomfortable sensations down inside of me as Reece steadily worked his way up inside of me. And then somewhere in there, in the middle of our kiss, the feelings started to change, the painful twinges easing back, the pressure starting to shift, and then a whole different wave of sensation started to emanate from my core. I felt my nipples starting to stiffen, my cock starting to hum again, and everything just started to feel somehow easier. Just a little bit, at first, but the more we all worked together, the better it got, and before I knew it, I wasn’t just getting fucked by Reece, I was fucking with him, trying to push myself down on his big dick, trying to get more of his length inside of me.
For his part, Reece was smiling when I unclenched my eyes and looked down, and fuck he looked so damn handsome. He ran his hands up my stomach to squeeze my pecs, nodding encouragingly up at me.
“You feel so fuckin’ good, Coley,” he murmured. “Been wonderin’ so long… and you’re even better than I thought…”
I moaned at that, Reece’s words hitting me deep like his cock was, as I planted my hands on the big plates of his pecs, looked him in the eyes, gritted my teeth, and bore down on him. I watched his eyes widen a little, his mouth opening, as I pushed myself down on him, feeling that hard spear of flesh impaling me deeper, filling me completely, as I summoned up my heart and my guts and my balls, and rode him down to the base.
“Fuck!“ he gasped tightly, fingers digging into my flesh.
“Well shit, go ahead, dude,” Danny grunted admiringly, rubbing his hand from my shoulder down to the curve of my ass and back up again, his hand as admiring as his tone was. I just grinned at them both, breathing out heavy through my nose and mouth, adjusting to the intense new sensation of being so fucking filled up.
Right now, this honestly didn’t feel so great. The pressure inside me, of all him inside me, was intense, and more than a little uncomfortable. But I’d kind of been expecting that, and besides, I knew it was feeling great to Reece – it sure as fuck had felt real good to me, when I was balls-deep inside of Danny just a little bit ago. Plus, the way Reece and Danny were looking me over, feeling me up, admiring the pump of my muscles under my sweaty skin, I was pretty sure I looked good, big and strong and sexy, just like them, and knowing that, feeling that, was going a long way towards making the intensity of the sensations inside of me feel better. I just had to find the right spot… or Reece just had to find the right spot inside of me, and I was pretty confident he was gonna find it, gonna make me feel good like I knew he could, real soon.
So maybe I’d been a little hasty, riding my brother all the way down to the base like that. Impulse control, dude, I thought to myself. But I was pretty proud of myself too. I’d set a goal, gone after it, and achieved it, just like Coach Tolodecki always told us to do. I wondered if he’d be just as proud if he could see me now, and that sudden idea sent a whole different kind of electric shiver all through me, imagining him standing beside the bed, his cock a big lump in his sweatpants, watching me ride my own brother’s big, hard dick…
But I couldn’t be thinking about that. Not now, when I had so many other things to think and feel and do. I could feel Reece inside of me, like a hot spike pulsing heat into my core, the walls of my insides throbbing against this new, unfamiliar intruder, making room for him, getting accustomed to him. I could feel a solid sweat breaking out all over my forehead and under my arms, even though we had the windows open again to counteract the deep funk of dude fucking and weed. I was still getting the odd little flash of pain, and I was pretty sure I was gonna be walking funny tomorrow, but damn, my brother’s cock was really starting to feel good inside of me. No, better than good – I’d been wanting this a long time, and “good” wasn’t a big enough word for what I was feeling, mentally and emotionally and physically. I didn’t think there was a word in the English language for what I was feeling now, as I started to smile, starting to surf the wave of sensations going on inside of me. And then I started to fuck myself on Reece’s cock.
I didn’t wait to be told or guided, I just summoned up my mental files of dudes riding cocks, and went with what I’d seen. I started to work my hips, fucking myself on the thick, slick length of Reece’s cock, as he gasped and squirmed underneath me, staring up at me with an open mouth and surprised, but smiling eyes. His hands and Danny’s caressed my skin, my newly bigger muscles, Danny’s lips pressing to my shoulder and the side of my neck. I gripped Reece’s big shoulders hard and started to look for the rhythm, savoring the way all those good vibes up deep inside of me shifted and reformed with every thrust of Reece’s cock. It felt like a long time, but I know it wasn’t, as Reece and me both searched for that rhythm, then found it together, meeting in the middle as he moaned my name and pushed up to meet my downstroke, and yeah, man, now we were really fucking.
“Oh my god, this is awesome,” I moaned, my eyes halfway closed as I felt the incredible sensations of Reece sliding over and past my spot deep inside, back and forth, again and again, ratcheting my cock back into full, leaking hardness with each stroke.
“Ain’t it though, bro?” Danny said, licking a sweat trail from the side of my neck, then bending down to kiss it to Reece, who grunted into his mouth at the taste and set to fucking up into me with even more determination.
I guess I found my inner bottom, because after a couple minutes I felt my body taking over from my brain, my hips rocking, rotating, the big muscles of my quads bulging real nice as I fucked myself on Reece, and Reece fucked himself into me. We got to staring at each other, feeling that brother connection crackling between us, like it did that first time back at the beach last summer, the awesome connection that had pulled us into each other, and brought us here.
“Fuckin’ beautiful, Coley,” Reece murmured to me, and now I was definitely OK with that old, kiddie nickname coming back in play again. Reece matched his words with his hands, stroking over my body, my skin, squeezing my muscles, grunting softly as he did. This wasn’t anything like porn, or most porn – this was all real as fuck. Reece wasn’t just fucking me, he was making love to me, and now I finally understood what the phrase really meant. It wasn’t just, like, a euphemism for fucking – it was its own whole thing, and I was living it now, for the first time. Getting made love to, by my hot, happy stud of a big brother. At fucking last.
“Yeah bro, look at you, fuck,” Danny said, tilting my chin up to kiss me, long and deep and wet, and again, he was different than he usually was. I’d never expected to experience Danny being tender like this, but here he was, lovin’ up on me while I rode Reece’s fatty, caressing my bod while his tongue made love to my mouth. I felt his hand wrap around my aching cock, fully hard again and leaking a fresh flow of fuck juice, and the hot thrill of it was like fire all through me. My muscles tightened up all over, my balls throbbing, and shit, I’d never come so close to unloading so quick…
“Fuck, not yet!” I gasped, grabbing his wrist. I didn’t want to cum like this, not in his hand, not when all this was just starting to feel so fuckin’ right.
“No way dude, this one’s all mine,” Reece grunted, reaching up to push Danny away. “Sit back and watch us, fucker – this one’s for bros.”
Danny huffed out a little chuckle at that, but he shifted back, flopping onto his side on the edge of the bed, his eyes big and hungry as he watched himself, taking his big, stiff cock in one hand and his nipple in the other.
“Just for bros,” I grunted at Reece, smiling real big at him, getting a big grin in reply as he stroked his hands down my flanks and took a good solid hold of my ass, fucking himself solidly up into me.
“You know it, little bro,” he said, then curled up to meet my mouth, kissing me all hot, hard and hungry, making me rock my hips on his big fucking piece even more. I could feel my tongue starting to get a little sore from all this kissing, but I sure as fuck wasn’t complaining.
Reece folded his big arms around me and rolled us over. I was surprised by the sudden shift, and even more surprised that we stayed connected at both ends, but we managed it. Reece had been a hell of a wrestler back in high school, and it still showed in the confident, athletic way he rolled us over, me on my back now, feeling a whole different set of sensations inside as his cock touched me in new ways.
“Just for you, bro,” he grunted as he lifted up and thrust deeper inside of me, and fuckin’ christ, he looked like a god right now, his muscles pumped up, a sheen of sweat glowing on them, that handsome face staring intently down at me.
“Just for you too,” I murmured without thinking, and shit, the look of lust in his eyes was insane.
“Fuck, you two,” Danny said, his voice thick with lust. I glanced over to see him with that hungry gaze of his, biting his bottom lip a little as he fisted his glossy cock with one hand, reaching under his balls with the other. Fuck, he was fingering himself watching us – I’d never seen something so crazy lewd and hot.
But Reece got my attention back on him real fast, as he took over the fuck and showed me what he was made of – not that I didn’t already know, after tonight, but damn it was a fine thing to experience anyways. His upper arms were bulging thick and hard, and I grabbed hold of them as he started to really drive up into me, getting deep with a series of expert fuckthrusts, fucking me long and deep, corkscrewing his hips, then switching up the pace, laying that pipe down inside me a little faster. God, this was all so insane, and the fact I was taking it and loving it was probably the craziest part.
My brother shouldered up against the underside of my thighs, hooking them over his broad, capable shoulders and giving me a strong look as he sank his gripping fingers into the flesh of my hips and proceeded to nail me hard, thick and fast, his hips slapping against the meat of my ass. I was suddenly real glad for the music playing, and for the distance of Danny’s room from everyone else in the house, as I moaned involuntarily and clutched the bulky mass of his bis and tris tighter. His big cock was hitting my spot deep inside in a whole new way, much more focused and intent, as he sweated and flexed and thrust, his eyes on mine the whole time, cycling through a mix of lust and love and intensity and pleasure.
“Fuckin’ ya, little bro,” he huffed. “Fuckin’ my Coley, shittttt…”
He bit his lip, his forehead creasing, and I remembered he still hadn’t cum tonight, and we’d been doing a lot together. God, his balls and cock must be aching for it, as much as mine were. I wanted him to cum in me, so bad. Wanted him to mark me as his. Claim my cherry and my ass, the way a big brother should do.
“Makin’ me cum, Ree,” I moaned. I hadn’t called him that in years, since I was a little kid, but it just came right up out of me, the same way my precum was pulsing out of my cock now, all over my stomach. I saw his face shift at the nickname, a kind of… not exactly softness, maybe more like tenderness washing across his handsome, lusty features.
“Yeah Coley?” he almost whimpered, and I bit my lip and nodded. “You gonna cum for me, buddy?”
“All for you, bro,” I panted. “Cum for me too, Ree. Cum in me.”
“Aw fuck,” he growled, clutching my hips tighter, getting a real focused look on his face now. “All for you, little bro…”
He lunged forward, nearly bending me double, unshouldering my thighs as he leaned right into me, my nostrils full of his musk, the scent of his sweat as his mouth found mine, my whole lower body throbbing as he fucked me deep and tight and close. I wrapped my legs round him and squeezed, and he moaned into my mouth.
“All for you, Coley,” he grunted into my mouth. “Gonna cummmmm…”
I pulled his head down and kissed him hard as his hips thrust up into me solidly, once, twice, three times, his big chest quaking, then all his muscles freezing solid, like a statue, as he gasped raggedly into my mouth and flooded me with his cum. I clutched him tight and kissed him, my hole squeezing his throbbing length, milking him without even knowing I was doing it, helping my big brother claim me.
Reece pulled out of our kiss, his breath ragged, face gleaming with sweat, his eyes on fire as he panted through a big grin.
“Cum for me, lil bro,” he muttered, shifting his thickness inside of me, rubbing it across my prostate, just like I’d done to myself with my fingers most times I’d jerked off since last summer, imagining they were his cock. It wasn’t anywhere close, I knew now – the real thing was throbbing inside me, maybe still spurting his cum, dribbling it into the slick, thick coating of it that lined my insides.
“Show me, big boy,” he muttered against my lips, thrusting his hips and pushing himself inside me deep again, grinding his sweaty abs against my super-ready cock, and I let out a strangled cry and started to shoot between us. Totally lost my load bigtime, gasping and clutching his strong arms as I rained what must’ve been damn near a dozen shots of hot cum all over myself, all over us, as my big brother kissed me deep and slow, swallowing my moans as he helped me release.
“Fuckkkkk…” Danny grunted, and I’d almost forgotten he was there, I was so lost in the intensity of our bro orgasm together. Reece was slowly backing his still-hard cock out of me, pulling thick wads of cum with it. I gasped at the sensation when he finally pulled free, feeling all hollow and, like… open. I had a sudden panicked thought – what if you don’t close up again, dude? Now that he wasn’t inside of me, I could feel some of that discomfort coming back, stretched and sore and worked, but shit… there was a good kind of soreness there. Like after a really strong workout, like I’d lifted real big in the gym, set a new personal record. In a way, I guess I had, and that got me starting to grin to myself.
Reece had barely freed himself from my fucked-out hole before Danny was on him, pushing in aggressively with his mouth open, tongue out, lapping lustily at Reece’s fresh-shot cum and his cock, as Reece’s muscles twitched in the aftermath.
“Oh my god, so fuckin’ nasty,” I murmured, my cock throbbing out another dribble of cum as I stared in awe at Danny’s piggyness. Danny just grunted and kept cleaning Reece’s big cock, fisting his own furiously, coming up for air with a happy, spacey look on his face, his lips smeared with my brother’s cum as he worked himself to another finish.
“Told ya we were,” Reece grinned, slow-stroking his still-solid cock, squeezing the last creamy traces of his load from it and then licking them from his hand, winking at me.
I looked to Danny, who was starting to get that almost there look I’d seen earlier when I’d fucked him. Suddenly I found myself curling up, grabbing the back of his head, pulling him to my freshly fucked hole.
“Get in there and clean me up too, bro,” I grunted, my voice sounding all husky and sexy and manly and awesome. Danny moaned and buried his face in my hole again, lapping hungrily and sloppily at me, as I squirmed at the sensations and the insanely lewd, slurping sounds of him devouring Reece’s cum from my hole. He looked a hot fucking mess, sweaty and cum-glazed and his eyes all on fire when he came up, lunging for the streaks of cum up my torso. As soon as his hard cock came in contact with my thigh, he grunted and got that look in his eyes.
“Aw fuck dudes…” he moaned helplessly, and then his cock triggered off, shooting all up my thigh and hip as he humped against me, hot pulsing jets of cousin cum adding to the mess all over me already.
“You call that cleaning me up, bro?” I said after a minute, letting him cum himself out. “Now you got twice as much work to do, dude. Get on it, fucker.”
I cupped the back of Danny’s head and pulled it down to my body. Reece grinned at me and held out his fist, and we bumped knuckles as Danny grunted and started licking the cum from my belly and my side – his, mine, all of it.
“That’s my bro,” Reece chuckled, and I grinned real big at him as he leaned in to kiss me, deep and slow.
Eventually Danny came up for air, licking his lips, sucking the last traces of cum from his fingers, looking self-satisfied and confident, like he was ready to fire off another smartass quip any moment now. He looked from Reece to me, and I looked right back at him, like I was challenging him to run his mouth at me.
“Guess you were ready for the Big Boys’ Table after all, dude,” he said after a long moment.
“Told ya,” Reece chuckled as he flopped down on the other side of me, folding his arm over my stomach companionably.
“I’m glad you invited me,” I said. “Thanks, bro.”
Danny just nodded, still looking at me with that not-giving-anything-away kind of confidence he usually had. At least, before he’d pigged out and lapped all mine and Reece’s and his cum from us, just because we told him to. Just as easily as that.
“You’re still sleeping on the floor tonight, though,” Danny said, with a little bit of a stern frown, nodding at the rollaway single down on the floor that was allegedly for Reece.
I looked back over my shoulder at Reece, who just looked right back at me, waiting to see what I’d say next.
“I dunno… am I?” I said, giving Danny an intent look, like I had other ideas about that. “Seems like there’s two of us, and one of you…”
“Oh no you don’t,” he frowned, shaking his head. “This is my bed, fucker. Just ‘cos we invited you up, doesn’t mean you get to take over.”
I reached down for his cock, hanging soft and full and sticky, and gave it a playful stroke, feeling it starting to respond again right away, feeling that strength inside me, that undeniable kind of vibe Reece had surprised me with tonight. For all Danny’s hungry licking and sucking, I was sure I still had plenty of Reece’s cum in me, and I was proud as hell of that. Maybe that was helping me square my shoulders the way I was, making me man up, having my stud brother’s load absorbing into me like it was. Like I was taking on some of the sexy, confident kind of power he had.
“I don’t wanna take over,” I said, giving him a lazy stroke and an earnest, but playful kind of look, then leaned in to brush my lips against his. Fuck, I loved how possible all this was, now we were all on the same page. “I just wanna join in.”
Behind us, Reece kissed my shoulder slowly, his tongue flicking against my sweat-damp skin as he murmured, “Pretty sure he’s proved himself tonight, bro.” I wanted to smile real big at that, but I also didn’t want to rub it in too much with Danny. Just because I’d fucked him, didn’t mean this was like a democracy, all of a sudden. I was still the new kid on the bed, after all.
“Sure feels like there’s room for three in here, Danny,” I said, trying to be as respectful as I could with his dick in my hand and my cum up his ass. “And I guess there’s still more stuff you two wanna show me, yeah?”
“Fuck,” Danny muttered against my lips, his cock pulsing steadily back into thickness in my grip. “Maybe there just might be after all, bro.”
“That’s what I’m talking about, bros,” Reece said as I lifted Danny’s chin and fed him my tongue again, my big brother pressing into me, his big cock getting thick against my flesh. “Plenty of room for the big boys to play.”
Reece leaned over me and nuzzled his way into our kiss, three tongues starting to work with each other as the three of us pulled tighter together, and hell, I guess we were on our way to finding out.
Raphael had to sleep on the couch whenever he visited his cousin. There was a guest bed available, but technically Raphael wasn’t allowed to sleep in it anymore. Not since last time.
“No. No. Not a chance. You’re sleeping on the shitty couch in the basement,” Manny told him, shaking his head vigorously.
“That last time was…” Raph started.
“…was more than enough to set me straight,” Manny finished.
“It was one time!” Raph argued, face growing redder by the minute.
Manny shook his head and threw his hands out in front of him in a way that all the men in the family did when they were exasperated.
“No. You covered my sheets in jizz on FOUR separate occasions. Just because it was one trip doesn’t count.”
“I’ll sleep on my back,” Raph reasoned.
“Oh, he’ll sleep on his back!” Manny laughed. “You want to prove to me you won’t fuck up my bed. Take off your pants, give yourself ten strokes. You can even keep your underwear on. If you can keep from shooting off in front of your fucking cousin, then maybe, MAYBE, I’ll trust you with my sheets again. You fucking pervert.”
“That’s extreme, cuz.”
“I got those sheets in Morocco. You jizzed on international sheets, Raph. Take off your pants.”
Raphael did as instructed. He pulled off his pants and kicked them off. His dick, traitor that it was, was already so hard it barely fit inside his briefs. Manny scoffed and pointed, but Raphael’s glare in response kept the jokes at bay.
Raphael reached down and squeezed his dick. It didn’t bode well that a stream of precum slipped out into the fabric. Many’s hawk-eyed gaze stayed trained on Raph’s junk as he slid his hand over his painfully hard prick.
Raphael didn’t moan, which was a near herculean task.
The second stroke went ok, and the third was challenging, but by the fourth Raph felt like he had it covered.
At the halfway point, Raphael got cocky and made his dick jump in his briefs. It was a small motion—a little tease meant to throw his cousin off his smug perch—and it was enough. Raphael’s balls tightened, and he felt himself slip past the safety of arousal and straight into the start of an orgasm.
Raph didn’t need to say anything. His dick said it all, spitting fat globs of jizz into and through his briefs while Manny shook his head and clucked his tongue.
“What a fucking mess,” Manny chided, as Raphael continued to cream himself in front of his cousin.
When it was through, Raphael and his white briefs were good and covered in jizz. Manny only raised an eyebrow, and said, “you were saying?”
“I…uh…”
“Clean yourself up. And get your shit together, Raph or I swear to god next time you visit you’re sleeping on the floor.”
Raphael made apologetic noises until Manny left, but once he was alone, Raphael’s fingers cupped his cum-sodden bulge and slowly rubbed it back to full hardness. It didn’t take long when he had fresh in his mind the image of his cousin, standing over him and watching him shoot his hot cum into a pair of tight briefs.
Hey all, I hope you’ve been enjoying the Cream Yr Shorts tagged stories inspired by @cum-filled-boxers . On the drive home from work today, I thought I might extend this idea and start running the aesthetics of other tumblr writers through the funhouse mirror of my own perverse interests as a fun experiment.
This story is a part of an ongoing series. Anthem plays to my kinks: adult Dad-son bonding, hairy men, group action, pit worship, piss play, flipfucking, breed sex, foreskin, the scent of a man. If those things are not your bag, now’s a good time to look elsewhere. Likewise, if you’re not 18 years old, please stop reading.
If you got off to my story, shoot me an email to tell me what turned you on: roughrawready(at)gmail(dot)com
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Previously:
I found myself getting riled up by how the father and son were goading one another. I swiveled my hips, shifting my big college boy ass up so my hole was even more exposed. I could feel Theo’s breath against my tender pink. My voice was low and hungry. “Fuck yeah, bro,” I encouraged, finding myself getting off on the idea of Theo French being my brother, “Get that big bro dick in me! Cunt me out for your Daddy.” I paused, then corrected myself, “For our Daddies.”
At my last comment, all three men moaned in unison. It wasn’t just me, apparently, that approved of Theo and me forming a brotherly bond. Theo hocked another gob of spit across my trench, then stood up at the edge of the bed. “Flip onto your back, Trey,” he commanded. His tight muscles looked so fucking manly as they shifted beneath his thin sheen of sweat and blond fur. I threw my legs up after I rolled over, hooking my thick calves with my hairy forearms. My hole was wet and open, eager for Theo to make it his bro cunt. “I wanna watch my lil’ bro’s face as I breed him.“
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Theo French sank all seven inches of hard Big Bro dick into my quivering lil’ bro hole. The younger French groaned as his rock-hard fuckstick was swallowed greedily by my thick, hairy ass. Theo stared into me, gauging my reaction as he slid in nuts deep. As I felt the blonde stud’s balls smash against my furry trench, instinct kicked in and I moaned lustily as my head rolled back.
Behind Theo’s broad back, our fathers grunted in approval. Both elder men were fixated on watching their sons fuck, each one stroking their paternal cocks as Theo jammed his prick in my clenching lil’ bro pussy.
Theo ground his crotch against my opening hole, and a deep, guttural sound escaped his full lips. The blonde man leaned in, resting his forehead against my collarbone. His voice was low and eager. "Fuck, bro,” he urged, “Tell me my dick feels good.” The younger French looked up to watch my reaction.
“Hell yeah,” I confirmed, willing my cunt to clamp down on his invading piece. “Feels so fuckin’ good–” I paused for effect, then continued, “–Big Bro.” All three men gasped, then I felt Theo’s dick throb and jerk inside me.
“That right, Trey?” Theo beamed, biting his lower lip. Already, a thin sheen of sweat formed on the blonde man’s face. “You wanna be my lil’ bro? Show me you can take my big brother dick like a champ?”
“Fuck, Big Bro,” I said eagerly, rolling my hips. Theo’s fat pipe slipped free of my trench by half, then sank back the full way. Both of us moaned at the sensation. “Been wantin’ this for a minute. Back since I watched you cunt out Dad. I wanna bond with you, Big Bro. Show you how hungry I am for that bro cock, how I can take your breed like a man."
Theo–my new Big Bro–started fucking me, dragging his meat along my ring and screwing back in deep. I challenged, "You gonna cunt me, Big Bro? Cop your lil’ bro’s pussy? Show me how my stud brother fucks? C’mon, Big Bro…breed my ass!”
Without saying a word, Theo pulled out his slick fuckpiece. He stared into my fucked-open hole, growled, and then spat directly into the gape he created. My Big Bro rammed his dick inside my empty cunt, almost knocking the wind from me as he hit rock bottom. Theo hooked his thick arms around my muscular thighs and began to pound me out in earnest. The blonde man soon became a sweaty, heaving mass of muscle and bone.
I was taking the blonde stud’s best fuck, my stud pussy ravenous for all he had. My hands roamed Theo’s firm muscles, my fingers playing through his thick blonde fur. I let my mouth pop off, letting my filthy need for dick get the best of me.
“That fuckin’ dick is so damn good, Big,” I coaxed, pushing my big college boy ass back against Theo’s every thrust. “My hot fuckin’ Big Bro, bangin’ my ass in half while our Daddies watch. Turnin’ his lil’ bro’s muscle hole into his cunt–”
Theo’s jabs into my gut took an urgent pace as his muscular arms began to flare. “Fuck, baby bro! So deep!” cried my Big.
“–raw doggin’ your lil’ bro’s pussy ‘til you mark it–” I found his nipples and thrummed them.
Big was punching his steely prick in me with aggressive, erratic stabs. Scowling between gritted teeth, Theo warned, “Cunt’s so fuckin’ wet and hungry, Trey! Gonna make me bust, bro!"
”–fuckin’ right, Big! Cunt your bro!“
"Goddamn it, baby bro! I’m there–”
“Breed it, Big!” I interrupted, then pushed a button I hoped would drive Theo over the edge, “Glaze that lil’ bro hole deep! Lube it up for our Dads!”
Theo’s eyes shot open and he snarled a long, feral, “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck, bro!” He gave my cunt another trio of hard thrusts, then froze balls deep and unleashed his Big Bro load. I could feel Theo’s fat cock thicken and squirm as his white hot seed hosed my gut. Reaching back, I cupped my Big Bro’s hairy ass, marveling as his thick glutes flexed beneath my palm.
Coming down from his release, Theo glared hungrily as he caught his breath. “Damn it, lil’ bro,” he grinned as he felt his bro cock pulse, “You got a sweet cunt."
I ran my hands up Theo’s flanks soothingly, agreeing that our fuck was intense. "You throw a beast fuck, Big,” I admitted, clenching hole around his still-hard pipe. “You can claim that cunt anytime.”
“Oh yeah, baby bro?”
“You know it, stud!” I confirmed, “But you need to get outta my ass so your Dad can get his turn.”
Jim French rested a hand on his son’s shoulder, squeezing gently. Theo slipped free of my wet gape and stepped out from between my beefy thighs. His father took his place, his glossy dick looking more like a severe weapon. The curve of Jim’s piece seemed wicked as he reached through his full, sweaty bush to grip the base. The elder French was laser focused on my cunt, and he lined up to push forward. The angry red head met my rim and groans fell from both of us. The blonde Daddy’s cock sank in by a couple inches, and he met my eye. “How’s your hole, son?” asked Jim, almost tentatively.
The blonde Daddy’s gaze made my ring clamp down involuntarily. “I’m so fuckin’ good,” I confirmed, “I fuckin’ need that Daddy dick, sir.”
Jim flashed his perfect, gleaming smile, his nose crinkling as he prodded, “Is that right, son?” As if to punctuate the question, the elder French wedged in a bit further up my chute. The head of his sonfucker grazed along my secret sweet spot, and for a moment I saw stars.
The pressure against my prostate took my words, reducing me to nodding. I grabbed the hairy alpha bull by his hips and drove my butt onto his beercan Dadcock. His blonde pubes tangled up with my dark, furred trench. Jim opened his mouth in surprise, but his own primal need seemed to take control. The blonde Dad’s hips began shifting, and his curved fuckpipe slowly sawed in and out of my ass.
Every push sent the fat seven-incher against my prostate, and the intense sensation brought my own son dick to full hardness. With every thrust, my college boy shank spat a fresh pearl of pre-spunk. Jim had an even, almost calm, rhythm as he fucked me, his gaze scouring my face for reaction. Once I got used to having my inner nut punched at a regular interval, I looked up to find the handsome Daddy staring back with warm, joyful eyes. “Still need that Dadcock, son?” he asked, never missing a beat.
“Fuckin’ A, Daddy,” I agreed, “I could take that Dadfuck all night. My Big Bro wet that pussy up for ya. You wanna mix your wad with your boy’s seed, Dad? Fuckin’ hot Dad-son team knockin’ my son cunt up so my father slides in on a deep, sloppy, pink gape.”
Jim’s eyes widened as he heard me talk. He looked over to my father, who was now getting his big sonfucker sucked by Theo. The blonde Dad wondered aloud, “Your boy always got this kinda mouth on him, Jerry? I ain’t mad at it. Just curious.”
My Dad grinned as he cupped the back of Theo’s head. As he pushed his fat Daddy shank into the blonde son’s throat, he shrugged. “Like father, like son, I guess,” he answered. Dad pulled his meat free from Theo’s lips, leaving threads of spit hanging between the two men before offering, “You want me to shut him up?” My father playfully shook his beercan-thick pipe.
“Naw,” Jim replied as he continued to screw my son hole. “I like that he’s such a pig.” The elder blonde stud fucked me with an almost mechanical pace. Seeing my ragingerection, Jim swatted my hand free of my piece. “Just let me do the work, son,” he nudged, “I know my cock can get you off hands free if you let it, Trey. That fuckin’ curve on my dick, it’s there to make sons blow."
Pressing his point, the elder French gripped my wrists, then found my hands. His fingers twisted along mine and held fast. The connection somehow broadened as we joined at our most intimate points, our gaze, and now our grip. I suddenly felt safe and cared for–these three men were surrounding me, fucking me, marking me as part of their secret tribe.
When Jim said he could get me off without touching my dick, he clearly intended to make good on the offer. The elder French seemed to be in no great rush to cum himself, his thrusts steady as his sonfucker continued to crash into my sweet spot. I could feel my balls churning an Olympic-level nut as Jim pummeled my cunt. The sensation felt almost tidal, waves of pleasure and pressure and heat rising through the center of my chute. The tell-tale signs of release mounted along my shaft and the now-tight clutch of my nut sac.
"Your hole’s milkin’ me so good, son,” Jim’s eyes slammed shut, his fuck starting to pick up steam, “Doin’ my best to hold off until I make that big college boy dick blast. Tryin’ to pace it so we nut together, Trey. How’re you feelin, son?” The blonde Daddy’s voice was gentle and warm, manly and inviting.
I matched Jim’s rhythm with my beefy ass, rocking my son cunt to meet the curved punch of his prick. I nodded, letting my cock throb along to the pressure against my prostate. For minutes, my body seemed to ride between orgasm and frustration, arrival and the edge. I was seconds away from emptying my balls, and that feeling stretched out for what felt like hours. All the while, Jim’s perfect Daddy dick kept steadily pounding away at my compliant, giving hole.
Jim’s voice rang out shakily, his hoarse voice come off as both vulnerable and masculine. He cut a quick glare at my father before saying, “Fuck, Jerry, I’m gonna breed your boy. Put my Daddy load deep in that hot son cunt!"
My Dad had been casually facefucking Theo as he watched me take Daddy Jim’s wicked, teasing fuck. "Get it good and wet for me, Jim,” Dad encouraged, “I want that pussy wide open when I have my go at him.”
“You gettin’ close, Trey?” Jim returned his focus to me, his thrusts relentless. Sweat was pouring off of his blocky muscles, the blonde fur matted against his skin. “Come for me, son? Make your Old Man watch you nut from how good Daddy’s makin’ you feel?”
My college boy seed was boiling forth from my nuts. My inner nut hardened and expanded, rock solid clenches echoing from my prostate to my outer ring and throbbing up through my hooded dick. Jim kept banging away, each push forward forcing me towards the inevitable release. It became difficult to talk, my breath caught in my chest as the pressure built. “Fuck, oh….fuck, Daddy,” I managed as I neared climax, “Fuck Daddy cunt me so fuckin’ good…fuck…Dad…”
Things went white for a moment, as all senses narrowed to the singular point where the head of my dick and the sensitive underside of my shaft met. An eruption of bright scum blasted up from my big defiant cock, two heavy ropes in rapid succession. The first cleared my head by at least a foot, with the follow-up arcing his in the air. It landed with a loud splatter along my sweaty forehead and cheek, and then my prick fired off another volley. My blast hit my chin with enough force I jerked back from instinct, the impact spraying my potent son jizz across my neck and lips. Another hard jerk of my meat, and another wad landed squarely into my open, gasping mouth. I was then abruptly aware of having my molten load fucked from me by hot alpha Daddy Jim French, and subsequent bursts of cum streaked my hairy chest.
Jim was rocking his fuckpipe in and out of my abused pussy, ever-steady. The head of his dick felt like a baseball bat cracking against my inner sweet spot repeatedly, almost too much now that he’d made me cum. The blonde stud leaned in for a quick make-out, our tongues and breath merging as he whispered between kisses. “Fuckin’ sweet pussy, son. Brought me off just as you started bustin’ your nut! Now you got an ass full of son-making cream, that fine son cunt Daddy-marked. Feels so fuckin’ good inside you, Trey…a close second to your Big Bro’s stud pussy. And now you got my breed deep inside that deep college boy tail, knockin’ you up proper. I can still feel you milkin’ my Daddy dick, nursin’ it, tryin’ to suck every drop from my balls. Fuckin’ hot son!”
As he continued with his hot verbal assault, Jim continued fucking me in the same long, deep strokes that left me soaked in my own cum. The blonde stud propped himself up on his arms, grinning. Both of us remained in place, breathing heavy and enjoying our bond. We broke into light laughter as Jim began lapping up my spent cum from my face and neck.
“I know Trey’s ass is one the best you’re ever taken,” my father joked from behind us. He was standing a few feet behind Jim, his big paternal cock jutting obscenely from his dark bush. “But you need to wrap up fallin’ in love with him until I get in there. I need to fuck my boy in the worst way."
Jim nodded respectfully, then stole a quick peck on my cum-sticky forehead. His Daddy piece felt massive as he slowly pulled free of my gape. His stud cock was still mostly hard and bright red, shiny from our fuck and it swung between his furry thighs. The elder French took a couple steps back, bumping into my Dad’s big, muscled form. Jim clapped Dad’s back, as he gave a low whistle. "He’s all yours, Jerry,” he said, “Thanks for sharin’ your boy with us. Now show us how you Aldine men fuck!”
Dad wasted no time, sliding his cuntsplitter into me with a single easy thrust. For its part, my hole was already fucked wide open, and it hungrily ate up my Dad’s big dick. My father went into rut almost as soon as he sank his bone into my hairy ass, his muscular hips pounding my cunt with brutal effort. Both the Frenchs had an amazed look on their bearded faces as they watched my Old Man thrust his sonfucker balls deep in his own boy.
My father was my perfect ideal of the man I wanted fucking me. That he was also the man who literally made me added an entirely different level of connection. Dad kept his mouth shut as he railed my ass, his fat cock skewering deep into my gut. The hammering force sent me spilling up along the Frenchs’ shared bed, and several times Dad grabbed my legs and dragged me back onto his shank mercilessly.
I was beyond words, riding the sensation of my Dad’s masterful technique. Dad was grunting and heaving, his muscles flaring beneath his thick, dark fur. He started getting more vocal as he arrived at his climax.
“God damn it, Trey,” he muttered, “best fuckin’ cunt my dick’s ever tasted. Even after it’s been fucked out like a fuckin’ two-buck whore! Still milkin’ my Daddy dick! Fuck, son!”
I was too far into fucked-out bliss to do anything past hold on to my father as he savagely fucked my ass. My hands cupped Dad’s massive pecs, my eyes shut as I took my father’s full force. Dad reached a crescendo of thrusting, slamming my college boy hole until he bellowed, “FUUUUUUUUCK, BOY! That’s my cunt! I fuckin’ OWN THAT PUSSY! My fuckin’ son’s hot, hot pussy!”
For maybe the first time ever, I could feel my father’s cock swell and fire off inside me. His massive prick was harder than I had ever felt, much deeper than normal. I swear I could feel Dad’s heartbeat from the veins of his meaty cock, resonating through where we joined. Dad rode out his orgasm nuts deep inside me, his muscles shaking as he emptied his bull seed. Both of us were out of breath, staring at one another as we reveled in our breed.
“Fuck,” Jim drawled. He and his son were standing at the foot of the bed, their dicks dripping at full hardness. The Frenchs were casually jerking each other, their hands running along their thick pieces lazily. “That was fuckin’ hot. You Aldine boys are goddamn fuck machines!”
Dad and me lit up at the praise, and my father wiped his sweaty forehead with a hairy forearm. Theo groaned as his elder continued to stroke his Big Bro piece. Jim had a mischievous lilt in his voice as he asked, “So Trey…think you can take another round? Watching you and your Old Man fuck, it was…inspiring.” Jim French squeezed Theo’s bro cock to show his point. “I know I wanna fuck you again, son. Pretty sure your Big Bro wants another turn, if you think you’re man enough to take it…”
Jim let his sentence intentionally trail off, and I finished his thought. I pressed my father up, his sonfucker sliding free of my already-wrecked hole. I rolled toward the headboard onto my stomach, then hiked up on all fours. I arched my back seductively and spread my knees wide to show off my hairy, cum-soaked trench. “C’mon, fuckers,” I teased, “I don’t wanna be able to walk by the time you’re all done.”
Thanks to usual suspects, @underthemattressblog and Jeff for generous consultation and brainstorming and some choice language.
BUCK (Excerpt) by Boy Mercury X
It was half past 11AM when Buck walked out of the bathroom onto the set, the set being a king size bed centered in an atrium awash with natural light. He’d jacked up his workout regimen in the weeks since he turned eighteen and it showed. His young muscles were pumped with testosterone, and his thick nine incher and egg sized balls swayed as he walked.
All eyes turned to Jack for his response, the cameraman and the four other guys on crew, and the two bottoms. If anyone knew what Buck looked like, it was Jack.
“Looking good sport,” said Jack, suppressing a gulp as his underwear pulled tight. “You don’t have to get hard yet.”
“S’okay,” Buck said with a shrug.
“You got a long time to go,” Jack added.
“I’m good,” Buck answered.
“Yeah,” Jack sighed, glancing down again at Buck’s stiff prick. “I’ll bet you are.”
It had been years, two decades almost, since Jack had been on a set. He marveled at the new technology with the camera guys, Matthew and Eduardo. Everything had advanced so much, and Jack took in the information hungrily. There was a lot to learn, and it got his blood pumping to think about the possibilities.
The atrium was in a home rented for the filming under a discreet contract. The abundant natural light was augmented by a sleek set of lamps of Kyu’s. The room was lush with plants and carefully placed pieces of furniture. It was a sight better than anything they’d used in the nineties where cheap hotel rooms were the order of the day, until Jack had some control. But even with his improvements, they’d used nothing quite like this.
“This looking good to you?” he asked Kyu, who volunteered to supervise the camera team as a favor to Jack. It was funny, Kyu had gotten his start as a kid on Jack’s videos in the nineties, and now he was a seasoned pro with a reputation for filming with with natural light, using techniques Jack had pioneered and running his own company.
Kyu nodded, and asked “What name is he using?”
“Not sure,” Jack answered. “Just Buck so far.”
With Kyu’s go ahead, the cast and crew assumed their places. Jack considered briefly checking in with once more to see if Buck was sure he wanted to do this. But they’d talked enough over the last few weeks, and he knew the boy was set on it.
“Alright you guys,” Jack said, raising his thick arms framed in his snug black polo shirt, a big grin on his handsome face, “let’s make porn!”
On summer break before my senior year of college I was working a garbage internship a few days a week, but besides getting a small stipend to cover gas there and back I was broke.
My dad suggested that Mr. Santino, across the street, was looking for someone to do yard work. He’d fired his landscapers for trampling some of his plants.
I hemmed and hawed for a few days, but ended up going over on a Sunday afternoon to beg for a job. Mr. Santino was washing his car in a white t-shirt and shorts. I call them shorts, but they were nothing like the baggy basketball shorts that I was wearing. They were tight, form-fitting, and short. Like very short. In fact, I’m pretty sure they were just a pair of underwear that he’d repurposed, but no one would ever say anything because Mr. Santino was easily the hottest guy in our neighborhood. Hell, probably our fucking town.
He smiled and waved as I came up the drive.
“Lucas! ¿Cómo te va? You need something, bro?” he asked while bending over to grab something from a box at his feet. Those “shorts” cupped his ass so tight that I felt my dick pulse in my shorts and I suddenly wished that I’d worn boxers or something.
“Uh…yeah, hi Mr. Santino…my dad said…” I stammered.
He clucked his tongue. “Marco is fine, Lucas. You’re a grown man now.”
He looked at me behind his sunglasses so I couldn’t follow his gaze, but from the slight incline of his head, I would almost guess that he was checking me out, as unlikely as that was. My dick gave another twitch to remind me that it was there.
“My dad said you might need some work done…Marco.”
Saying his name aloud felt intimate in a confusing way. Like we were suddenly sharing a secret.
“Oh, I always could use a hand,” he said. “Lemme grab a beer and let’s talk. Sound good?”
I nodded.
He grabbed a beer from a cooler leaned up against the garage and came back. He cracked it open and took a sip, then offered it to me. I looked around. I wouldn’t be 21 until December, but Marco just winked and put a finger to his lips. I took the beer and drank a long swig from it. My lips were where his lips had just been. My troublesome cock registered its interest in this situation, and I could feel some wetness against the fabric. I felt the stirring in my balls, but I could handle that. My dick too hard to hide, which was embarrassing, but I didn’t think our conversation would last much longer and then I could run home with my proverbial tail between my legs and jack off to my hot neighbor’s incredible body and ridiculously revealing outfit.
I was safe until Marco reached down and started peeling off his sweaty shirt. Whatever was hidden before was in plain sight now, and I felt my dick pulse one time too many.
“Oh, no…” I whimpered.
I tried to move, to make what was about to happen less obvious, but the thin fabric of my shorts offered no resistance, and my cock started shooting off through the fabric of my shorts as I orgasmed to the sight of Marco stripping down in his driveway. It lasted forever, each shot as powerful and messy as the last. I was embarrassed but too wrung out by the massive eruption to do much besides catch my breath.
Marco took off his sunglasses. His brown eyes looked me over again. His gaze moved from the trail of spunk down my shorts to the jizz sprayed across his driveway. His sizable bulge filled out a little in his “shorts.”
“Yeah, I think I can find some work for you, Lucas,” he said.
I’ve been putting off the finale of Cornell TX since I’ve been in a good headspace for writing Naval Tradition. Another chapter of Naval Tradition is out now:
I had my eye on this hot dad all week – he must have been staying in the hotel near mine because I saw him on the beach everyday. He had a body to die for and a swimsuit that didn’t leave much to the imagination. But he also had a wife and two daughters who never left his side.
Until the last day of my vacation, when, for whatever reason, I saw him sitting on the beach alone. It was my one chance and I didn’t want to blow it. I set my stuff down nearby, close enough for him to look over at me. I nodded and he nodded back. I struck up a conversation and soon we were going into the water together.
“You’ve got a beautiful body,” I said, dipping my feet into the surf. He glanced over atme; a look that said Oh, I see what’s going on.
“Thanks buddy,” he said. “You’re pretty fit yourself.”
“There’s a gym in my hotel,” I said. “You should come check it out. You know, if you have some time away from your family.”
He nodded. “They’re actually out shopping for the next couple hours,” he said. Looked me up and down. Gave his crotch a quick grab. “So sure. I’d love to check out your hotel.”
Tales from Under the Mattress 