PART 1 OF 2
He walked out of the airport, and my heart fluttered. The kid had grown up nicely, as far as I could tell. He appeared to have filled out and in all the right and necessary places. His shoulders were broad, arms were swollen, thighs thick as biscuits, and his pecs flexed. The beater he was wearing hugged his chest, exposing every detail of his covered pecs and nipples. My baby brother, Trent, had sprouted and turned into a walking thirst trap.
It had been four years since I last saw him. He had left home at 18 years of age and joined the Navy. Watching him strut out of the airport as the sun lit up his mocha-colored skin was the best feeling, and it also made me feel something I shouldn’t have…lust.
I hopped out of the car to greet him. Our eyes connected, and we both smiled. As I walked around to his side, I extended my hand out. I didn’t want to make things awkward, considering I was just partly lusting after him.
“Get in here,” he said as he opened his arms for a hug. His voice had deepened over the years.
When we hugged, his body was like a strong wall of fire. I felt his strong power in his embrace. It almost felt like he was older than me for a moment. His cock strong arms held me in his embrace for a moment.
“It’s good to see you again, little brother,” I said as I patted his strong back.
After a nice hug, we walked to the trunk to toss his luggage back there. As he walked ahead of me, I scoped out his backside. I was able to see that he truly had filled out nicely. My little brother could put some bottoms out there to shame. He was thick as fuck. The boy had one of those country boy asses that you’d love to just feel on. It was meaty, round, and sat up high.
As he walked, it bounced. It moved like a ship passing in the night. Part of me wanted to reach out and palm his ass. It was fat as fuck. A melon-shaped ass was always a great ass.
My mouth watered a little at the sight of it. I had to do something to distract myself. I couldn’t be a pervert in regard to my brother. The ride back to the family house was smooth. He told me all about his years overseas. I couldn’t get over how deep his voice had gotten.
“You excited to be home,” I asked, trying to make casual small talk.
“Yeah,” he said as he looked out the window, “more excited to be back in my own bed than anything.”
***
That night, our folks had planned a surprise “welcome party” for him. The backyard was packed with friends and family, all looking to celebrate Trent and have a good time. The swimming pool was filled with balloons. I was off in the corner flirting with a guy named Martin. My family knew I was gay. I was very out and proud.
“Dion,” my mother called, “go check and see what’s taking your brother so long.”
I made my way across the lawn. The night was chilly, but the vibe was great. I was feeling myself, and I really wanted to be feeling somebody sliding inside of me. Just as I was about to head up the brick path and climb the steps up to the house, my kid brother came into view.
He was wearing an all-black sweatsuit. As he ran down the steps, my eyes zeroed in on the appendage swinging back and forth between his legs. His cock looked thick, moving like that. I tried not to focus on it. I turned around quickly and walked away, but the damage had been done. The sight was burned into my mind.
Trent moved through the party, being a good guest of honor. He wasn’t always the most social butterfly, but he could be charismatic when he needed to. Every time I spotted him, I would see him walking, and I kept seeing his package moving. Part of me wanted to go and yell at him for letting it be free like that. Another part of me wanted to just keep watching it and check him out repeatedly.
I cursed myself for being a weirdo. Who checks out his own blood brother? Someone with no self-respect or class. Me! I focused my attention back on Martin. He was a dick I could ride without a problem. He wasn’t blood.
My efforts to focus on Martin were starting to pay off. He was making me laugh, and he was flirting and becoming more sexual. I was certain he was going to dick me down. We were just starting to say something along those lines when it happened.
Trent caught me off guard. He walked behind me and wrapped an arm around my neck. He pulled me closer to him. I don’t think he was trying to do what happened next, but nonetheless, it happened. I stumbled back, and he moved forward. My round ass pressed into his cock and balls.
“What you two over here doing,” he asked annoyingly as he kissed my jaw.
Martin answered, “Just getting to know one another.”
I stood there frozen for a second. My body couldn’t really respond out of fear. His soft cock was nestled against my soft ass. Trent’s dick felt heavy even in its flaccid state. I’m a penis connoisseur. I could make out the fat head, describe the girth of the shaft, and tell how low his heavy cum filled balls hung. My hole ached to be filled.
“Oh! Y’all being gay,” he said jokingly.
I snapped out of my zone. I quickly turned and pushed him.
“Don’t be a dick,” I chastised.
He smiled, “I’m just playing.”
Hours passed, and I finally got Martin in the apartment above the garage that my folks had converted for me. We were kissing and making out hard. I was going to ride him all night. After lusting over Trent, I needed a good dick down to break that brother lust curse I was feeling.
“I’m gonna go grab a bottle or two of bubbly from the house,” I said as I stood up.
“Or two,” he asked with a raised eyebrow.
I teased him sexually, “Play your cards right, and it might be three bottles if you know what I mean.”
“Damn,” he exclaimed.
Damn was right. He knew what that innuendo meant. I was going to put in work on his cock. My body was in heat and I needed that cool down ASAP!
The party was still going. I could hear everyone having fun as I made my way into the house. The hall that connected my apartment to the main house was quiet and dark. I eased my way to the kitchen and grabbed two bottles.
I was about to head back when I heard a noise from down the hall. I was going to ignore it, but then I heard it again. My curious nature took over at that point. I tiptoed down the hall. It sounded like someone was straining.
As I got closer, the noise grew a little louder. It didn’t register that I was heading towards Trent’s room. I stopped in front of the door. It was slightly ajar, and I peeked inside.
Trent was standing in the middle of the room. His pants were around his ankles. No sign of underwear at all. He had been going commando. His ass cheeks were completely covered by two feminine hands with red nail polish. My brother was making these soft yet explicit sounds. I could hear the slurping sounds of a cock being sucked.
“Put that mouth to work. Swallow the whole thing,” he instructed. “Use your hands if you need to.”
Those hands slowly dropped, revealing his incredible brown meaty ass. I didn't think it would be so gorgeous for a straight guy. He had an ass almost exactly like mine. Whereas I was completely smooth and waxed, my brother had a trail of hair in between his dark crack. His cheeks were smooth, however.
I licked my fat lips. Had I not been holding those bottles, I would have pulled out my hard dick and stroked a nut at the sight of this. I was invading his privacy and getting off on it. My mind was faced with thoughts of pushing my tongue inside of him. I had been so consumed with his massive manly ass that I never once thought about getting caught.
Something told me to look up. I pried my eyes away from his booty, and I looked up. That was when I noticed the full-length mirror in front of my brother. He was staring directly at me. Our eyes locked, and then he winked at me. My body responded with a spasm that went through every muscle inside of me. I let out a groan of shock and response to that spasm.
I moved away from the door the second I had control of my body again. I moved so fast that I threw my back against the wall. I looked down and realized I had blown a load in my pants. The stain was massive. Then as on command, my dick twitched, and I felt what I knew was a second nut flow from my penis.
I was somehow more turned on than ever before. That night, I rode Martin through three mind-blowing orgasms. He said he had never had someone fuck his dick the way I did. I had never fucked someone the way I fucked his dick that night.
***
For the next several days, I went out of my way to avoid Trent. I didn’t go to the main house at all. My parents thought nothing of it. They knew at times, I would have moments of being a recluse.
Despite avoiding Trent, I could still sense him. It was like having a sixth sense or something. I always knew exactly when to look out the window. I would spot him coming back from a run in a pair of tight-fitting gym shorts. He would be shirtless, and his cock would be swinging in his shorts. Each time I saw it swing, I would think back to the way it felt pressed against my ass the way it was.
Each time I saw him and thought about his cock, I would get horny. My horniness led me to text Martin each time. Each time Martin would come over and fuck me. He couldn’t complain. He was getting some good ass, and I was getting an itch scratched.
Four days of avoidance went right out the window when, on day five, Martin couldn’t come over. His dick needed a break. I needed to cum. We were at an impasse. For most of the day, I kept away until late that night. I figured everyone would be asleep.
I had a craving for a stiff drink. My dad kept liquor on hand in the house. I went into the house and I was headed for the bar when he called my name. Should I have ignored him? Yes. Could I ignore him? Not forever. At some point, I had to face his wrath for my actions.
“Dion,” my brother called.
I froze. There was no more hiding. I had to face him at some point. I slowly turned around. He was wearing a pair of shorts and a beater. His hand was over his chest, and he was running it back and forth across his heart. I could see the outline of his soft cock. Clearly, he didn’t own any underwear, or he just didn’t like wearing them.
“Yea,” I answered.
“Finally getting you some fresh air. Guess old dude couldn’t come over today.”
“Appears that way. I was just gonna get some crown to drink and head back up,” I said, unable to look him in the eyes.
“Hang out with me. I’m bored as fuck. My friend’s busy tonight, and I couldn’t get my dick sucked tonight.”
I almost flinched when he mentioned getting his dick sucked. I already felt bad about the situation, but he seemed like he didn’t care at all about what had happened.
“I really should get back,” I said.
“You really should be a good older brother and hang out. I ain’t seen you since my welcome home party. We can watch a movie or some in the den.”
I caved reluctantly. “K!”
I grabbed the bottle of liquor anyway. I felt I would need it to get through the night with him. Down into the den, we went. He took a seat in the middle of the sofa. My eyes took in his thick thighs. I wanted to feel on them. I could see myself bouncing up and down on him.
I shook my head and quickly took a seat at the end of the sofa. I threw a pillow across my lap to cover my dick in case I caught an erection.
“Why you all the way over there,” he asked.
I didn’t answer him. I just mindlessly slid over closer. He said one of his buddies in the military told him to watch “Fatal Attraction.” He put the movie on, and we sat quietly watching it. A young Michael Douglas was definitely turning me on.
Then came the crazy sex scene. I glanced over, and Trent’s cock was expanding in his shorts. It was shaping up to be nice and thick. He placed his hand on it and adjusted his cock.
“Shit, I need my dick sucked or some. I didn’t get to nut the other day, and she ain’t been back,” he said, drawing me in like an expert fisherman.
“Why not,” I asked stupidly.
“She couldn’t handle it. You ran off right before she stopped,” he said as he looked over at me.
“Sorry about that,” I said as I turned to look at him. “I wasn’t trying to perv out on you.”
“I know. You see some dick, and you can’t help yourself. I see some pussy, fat ass, or some nice lips; I can’t help myself. Shit, even a hand that’s not mine.”
Our eyes lingered. I tried to look for something in his eyes that would indicate where all of this was heading, but nothing helped. I had to wait for his words. Words that were taking far too long to come out.
“What are you talking about,” I asked impatiently.
He reached over and placed my hand on his cock. It had grown so much. It felt so thick and full in my hands. My fingers shook around his member.
“Trent,” I said nervously.
“Just be natural. Let your instincts take over,” he said as he guided my hand back and forth across his member.
I closed my eyes and began to stroke his fat cock. I wanted to feel its bare skin and weight. I pulled it down his thigh and then lifted the leg of his shorts. The head greeted me first. It was just as fat as I had imagined. A shade lighter than his skin tone. The shaft was exposed next which darkened in color. His cock was as thick as a coke can. As a whole, it was beautiful. I could see why she struggled. How could she not come back, though, for such a pretty dick?”
“That feels good, big brother. You know what would be better? Wet it up for me.”
I obeyed him as if I was under some sort of mind control. I bent down and took his dick into my mouth. My tongue wrapped around his shaft, and I began to move my head up and down his pole. Every inch of his 9-inch rod disappeared inside my mouth.
“Oh shit,” he said, shocked by my skill and thirst for cock.
I slid my hand under his shorts and cuffed his heavy balls. I could feel the sprinkles of hair on his nuts. He was such a man. He let out a low, deep moan as he fed me his dick.
I jerked his cock with my mouth. His taste was spectacular. His skin was slightly tangy, but his nut juice was where the best flavor lay hidden. I sucked and sucked until he couldn’t take it anymore.
He started to fuck my mouth. His hips lifted off the sofa each time he pushed into my mouth. His moans grew louder and became sexy. Finally, he announced he was about to cum.
“Fuck. Bout to skeet in your mouth, Dion,” he shouted. “SHIT!”
He unloaded a fountain of cum down my throat. It was hot and sweet. I swallowed every drop of his nut. He lay there in the afterglow, spent and relaxed. I couldn't wait for more.
TO BE CONTINUED
