Over the next few days I managed to have even more fun with Henry. I was mesmerized whenever I saw his huge cock, whenever I wrapped my hands around its thick base, and whenever I tried to take more of him than just half of his length.
These steamy encounters with him made me more and more excited about the idea of using my stupid but hot older brother for something I had fantasized about for a while now... I just had to wait for the right time, a time when I could make him all my own instead of just blowing him in a hurry.
After a particularly stressful day at college, I came home to find the house eerily empty. Zac was out, no doubt lifting weights at the gym and flexing his muscles for some random groupies, while Henry and my dad had to be working.
They both had a job at the local military base and often worked late. My father had always been a firm believer in hard work and discipline. In his younger days, he had been a drill sergeant, which was quite a contrast to his office job now. His muscular frame was a testament to the hours he had spent on the field, pushing his body to its limits.
Of the three of us, it was only Henry who wanted to walk in his footsteps and so did he, while Zac and I went the academic route. But it seemed like he was happy with what we were becoming. It was clear that he considered me too weak for the military. Even if I saw it differently myself, it wasn't a problem for me because I had no interest in it anyway. And even though my father thought that Zac was physically suitable for it, it was more than obvious that his too big ego wouldn't find a place in this club
Once upstairs I entered my room, which was just as messy as when I left it this morning. My clothes strewn about the floor and my bed unmade. A pang of annoyance shot through me as I realized I would have to clean up after myself and then continue with the laundry since no one else seemed to bother. It was just like them to leave everything for me to deal with...
I sighed and began to pick up my dirty clothes, stuffing them into a laundry basket, before walking over to the laundry room. The door was slightly ajar, and I could already smell the muskiness of sweat and male bodies that hung in the air.
My father's gym bag lay on the floor, next to his old army duffel bag. The smell was stronger here, a mix of sweat and fabric softener that I had become accustomed to over the years. Zac's stuff was easy to spot. His things were scattered about, as if he had just thrown them anywhere. They were probably all mixed up together with Henrys stuff and I couldn't help but roll my eyes at the mess they had left behind.
I walked over to the laundry baskets and began to sort through them. My father's clothes were neatly stacked, and I could smell the faint scent of his aftershave on them. It was strange, but somehow comforting. I took them out and loaded them into the washing machine along with my own clothes.
I pressed the start button and continued to sort through the remaining laundry. I grabbed a fistful of Zac's clothes, a mixture of gym shorts, T-shirts, and socks, and began to separate them, putting them into a different pile. As I touched a wet spot on one of his boxers, I realized with a jolt that it was... well, it was wet. Not just sweaty, but wet. I instinctively recoiled, feeling a wave of disgust wash over me. But then, something else took hold. Intrigue.
It wasn't just sweat. There was another odor mixed in, something musky and... arousing. I hesitated for a moment, my heart racing.
I took another deep breath, forcing myself to focus on the task at hand. But the image of Zac with an erection bulging out of his pants was burned into my mind.
My thoughts spun out of control as I made up scenarios in my head. Perhaps he had a good look at a girl at the gym and enjoyed the show... The image of him sitting on the chest press, wide spread legs, his eyes fixed on the girl on the treadmill, filled my mind. I could feel my dick harden as I pictured him watching her ass bouncing up and down, his erection straining against his shorts...
I lifted the damp fabric to my nose, taking another whiff of Zac's precum-stained boxer. The scent was intoxicating, a blend of masculine musk and something undeniably sexual. I couldn't believe I was doing this, but the smell was too potent to ignore... Images started to play in my head, my arrogant brother, flexing in the mirror, admiring his own reflection, enjoying himself.
I gave in and unzipped my own pants, taking out my growing erection. I couldn't believe I was getting turned on by the scent of Zac's arousal, but I couldn't stop myself. I began to stroke myself gently, the fabric of his boxer still clutched in my other hand. In my fantasy, Zac was no longer the arrogant jock who put me down. Instead, he was a needy, desperate for release.
As I stroked, I imagined Zac in a locker room, alone and horny, touching himself just like this. His hand moving up and down his cock, his eyes squeezed shut as he moaned quietly. I could almost feel his precum coating my fingers, making them sticky and wet. The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to taste him, to see if he was as delicious as he smelled.
I brought the boxer closer to my mouth and took another whiff, deeper this time. The scent was heady, making my cock throb in my hand. I licked my lips, and before I knew it, I had the fabric against my mouth, my tongue sliding over the wet spot, tasting the saltiness of his arousal. It was like nothing I'd ever experienced before.
The fantasy grew more vivid as I continued to stroke myself. Now, Zac was in front of me, his muscular body glistening with sweat, his cock hard and demanding. He looked at me with a mix of lust and desperation, as if he needed me to give him release more than anything else in the world.
I could almost feel his hand around my neck, guiding my mouth closer to his erection, whispering for me to suck him off. The fabric of his boxer was now soggy with my saliva, and the smell of his precum was all-consuming.
I took another whiff, letting the scent fill my lungs. I knew that the reality was, that I had always been attracted to Zac, despite his cruel words and actions. I had always envied his strength and confidence, his unshakeable masculinity that seemed to ooze from every pore.
With my suppressed desire in mind, I stroked faster, my hand a blur as I pumped my cock, the image of Zac's muscular body in my mind's eye. I could see his abs tighten as he approached climax, his thighs flexing with each thrust into my willing mouth.
The room spun as I took another deep breath, inhaling this scent. I could almost taste him, and the thought made me even more desperate to come. My strokes grew more erratic, my breath hitching in my throat as I pictured him reaching down to cup my chin, forcing my mouth wider to take him in deeper.
My hand was a blur now, the sound of my skin slapping against my palm echoing in the quiet laundry room. The smell of musk was all around me, and the thought of his cum spurting into my mouth was too much to bear. I stroked faster, my imagination running wild with the sensation of his hot, sticky seed filling my throat, the salty taste of his manhood overwhelming my senses.
With a muffled cry, I came, my orgasm ripping through me like a bolt of lightning. The tension in my body released in a rush of pleasure that left me trembling. I shot my load onto the floor, panting heavily. The room was spinning, and I had to grip the edge of the washing machine to steady myself.
The aftermath of my unexpected climax left me feeling... conflicted. I couldn't believe I had just gotten off to the scent of my brother's precum. I was torn between guilt and the overwhelming thrill of the taboo. The room was still heavy with the scent of sex and sweat, and I knew I couldn't leave the evidence of my secret desire on the floor.
I quickly cleaned up, making sure to dispose of the soiled boxer in a way that wouldn't raise any suspicion. The smell lingered on my skin, a lingering reminder of what I had just done. I couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement as I thought about the possibility of Zac catching me, of him finding out about my little secret. But I pushed those thoughts aside and instead focused on the task I had just briefly interrupted and finished the laundry with a mind left full of thoughts.
Later that day, as I sat in my room studying, I heard the familiar rumble of deep male voices from downstairs. My door was still closed since my last attempt to get some peace and quiet.
All three had returned home and I learned again that it was impossible to concentrate in this state. Their voices grew louder and more boisterous, and I could hear the clinking of weights from the makeshift gym in the garage. I had tried to ignore it, to bury myself in textbooks and assignments, but it was impossible for me to blend them out.
My gaze drifted over to the door, a mixture of curiosity and frustration coursing through me. I couldn't concentrate on anything with them downstairs, but I didn't want to join them either.
The memory of my earlier solo session still lingered, leaving me satisfied and uninterested in seeking further stimulation, aka I had no interest in watching them work out, knowing I was bound to get another opportunity sooner or later anyway.
Since my concentration was waning anyway, I finally made my way down. I didn't join them, though. And without much else to do, I decided to make some dinner, like the nice guy I am.
They were still deep in their workout when I finished preparing dinner. The savory scent of meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and steamed vegetables filled the air, wafting into the room. I fetched myself a plate and left the remaining food on the stove to keep it warm for a while, until they were done with their workout.
I sat down at the dining table and ate my dinner, still listening to the rhythmic sounds of their music. And when I finished, I didn't return to my room. Instead, I decided to watch something on TV that interested me for a change.
I switched on the big-screen TV, flipping through the channels until I found something that caught my attention. I settled down on the couch, propping my feet up on the coffee table, and lost myself in the show. It was nice to have some peace and quiet, away from the constant noise of them.
I said nothing as they finished training and one by one disappeared upstairs to shower, knowing full well that the joy would be even greater when they noticed the dish I had made themselves.
Zac was the first to come back downstairs, his broad chest heaving as he strode into the living room. His dark hair was wet from the shower, plastered to his head. His blue eyes landed on me, a smirk curling his lips as he takes in my relaxed posture on the couch.
"Look what we have here," he sneered, his usual cocky attitude on full display. "Relaxing all day long, huh?"
I couldn't help but roll my eyes at his predictable jab. "Just enjoying the quiet," I replied, not bothering to hide my disinterest.
"Yeah, I bet you are," he said, walking over to the kitchen. He grabbed a plate and began to serve himself. "At least someone around here can make a decent meal," he added, his smirk never fading.
I rolled my eyes again and continued to watch TV, unbothered by his jibes. I had gotten used to his constant need to provoke me by now. It was almost... expected.
"You know," I said, not taking my eyes off the screen, "you could try being nice for once."
Zac snorted, still not bothering to look at me. "Nice? To you?" He scoffed, shaking his head. "You got Henry for that, not me. I'm not here to make you feel comfortable or appreciated. If anything, I'm here to make sure you know your place."
I felt a twinge of annoyance at his words, but I didn't let it show. "And what exactly is my place?" I asked, keeping my voice cool. "A doormat for you to wipe your feet on?"
Zac laughed, a harsh bark. "Something like that," he replied, taking a bite of his dinner. "But really, I don't care where you think you stand. All I need is for you to do keep doing my laundry and cook some decent meals."
I rolled my eyes again, wondering if there was any other reaction I could possibly give him. "You're lucky I like doing those things for Henry and Dad. If it weren't for them, you could forget about having your clothes washed and your meals cooked," I said, knowing full well that it was the truth.
Zac shrugged, his jaw clenching as he chewed. "Whatever," he muttered, still not looking at me. "Just do your job and dont annoy me."
I sighed inwardly, knowing that there was no point in arguing with him. It was easier to just ignore his comments and best of all the rest too.
For another while, Zac and I coexisted in silence. I busied myself with my phone, scrolling through social media and trying to ignore him. It was obvious he wasn't used to being ignored, but I refused to give him the satisfaction of my attention.
Eventually, my dad entered the room, he smelled the food, and immediately made a beeline for the kitchen. I could tell he was tired and was nice enaugh to give up my spot on the couch to him. He sat down, grabbing the remote control before flopping back against the cushions. "Thanks," he said with a yawn. Before turning his attention back to the TV.
Since the TV program swapped back to something that didn't interest me, I decided to head upstairs. As I climbed the stairs, I heard Zac mutter something while my dad just sighed and didn't respond.
When I finally made it to my room, I threw myself onto my bed. It was only then that I allowed myself to relax, closing my eyes and letting my head sink into the soft pillow. I grabbed my phone and started to mindlessly scroll through it, my thumbs moving almost on autopilot.
The silence was almost deafening, and it took me a moment to realize that there was no sound coming from the hallway. Usually, I would hear Zac muttering to himself or my dad trying to make conversation with him, but tonight there was nothing. It was almost unnerving.
But then, a faint sound reached my ears—the creak of the bathroom door opening. I looked up from my phone. I didn't have the energy to move from my spot on the bed, so I turned my head slightly to peek through the open door. Henry was there, a towel wrapped around his waist, his muscular frame glistening with water droplets from his shower.
Our eyes met and he padded over to my room, the towel barely covering his crotch. He leaned against the doorframe, water droplets trickling down his chest, and I felt my dick stirr again at the sight of him.
"Hey, Dylan," Henry said with a lazy smile, stepping further into my room. "You know, that shower was just what I needed after that workout." He flexed one of his huge biceps, the droplets of water glistening on his skin, and I couldn't help but notice the impressive pump he'd gotten from his shower. "Do you see it?" he asked with a grin. "My pump is awesome."
I smiled back, feeling a mixture of lust and amusement wash over me. IIt's really funny that he turned me on like that without even realizing it, let alone even trying. Henry had always been oblivious to the effect his body had on me, and right now, his casual confidence was making me want him more than ever.
I couldn't help but feel like I was getting away with something, watching him strut around half-nude without a care in the world. My view was amazing and so I decided to engage him in a conversation that would keep him around.
"Yeah, Henry, your pump looks great," I said, trying to keep my voice even.
"Thanks, man," he said, flexing his arm again. "It feels awesome. I've been trying to get bigger lately., you know." He smiled at me, his dumb grin making him even more attractive.
"I've been working out a lot harder, eating right, doing everything I can to make my body stronger." He placed a hand on his chest and scatched his abs, making them ripple beneath his fingers.
I nodded, my eyes tracing the lines of his body. "It's definitely working," I murmured. "You're looking pretty good."
Henry grinned, clearly enjoying the topic. "Thanks, man," he said, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. "I've been working on my abs too, you know. I've been doing these crazy planks, just to get them nice and tight."
I couldn't help but chuckle at the image of Henry doing a plank. He was so oblivious to how attractive he really was. "Well, it's definitely showing," I said, nodding at his abdomen. "Your body's really coming along."
Henry grinned, obviously pleased by the compliment. "Thanks, man," he said, his gaze trailing off to the side. " But the need to...you know..." He trailed off, glancing at the bed and then back at me. "...shoot off a load of cum is just so big. It feels like I need to release all that tension whenever I work out like that." He let out a slow breath, his towel slid ever so slightly, revealing a hint of his pubic area.
I swallowed hard, feeling my own cock throb in response. "Well, I can see that your latest routine is no exception." I gestured vaguely in the direction of his crotch.
Henry looked down, following my gaze to his crotch before looking back at me with a sheepish grin. "Yeah, well...I mean, when I'm feeling all that energy and power in my muscles, it just feels like it needs to go somewhere," he shrugged. "And I guess...you know..." His voice trailed off, as he raised his hand and scratched the back of his head.
My gaze lingered on Henry's defined biceps as he continued to flex and stretch them in front of me. His towel, already dangerously low on his hips, moved slightly with every movement, revealing just a hint of the defined muscles underneath and making me want to go even further with him than the regular blowjobs I had given him in the past.
"So," He started again. "Could you suck me off later? I'm feeling pretty needy after that workout." By now, he said it so casually, like he was asking for a glass of water. And even for me it started to feel normal, like it was just something we did, something we were used to by now. I couldn't complain, not when he looked at me with those dark eyes, not when he flexed those muscles that I loved to watch.
"Sure," I nodded, unable to hide the hunger in my voice. "I'd love to help you with that." As I spoke, I couldn't help but imagine his thick cock sliding between my lips, the taste of his precum already salty on my tongue.
Henry seemed to be as eager for my lips on him as I was to taste him. He took a step further into the room, his towel dropping slightly, revealing more of his thick thighs.
I couldn't help but watch him with unabashed lust, taking in his massive body once again. I couldn't believe how lucky I was to have a brother like him, who not only looked so damn good but also wasn't averse to the idear of his youunger brother sucking him off.
Sucking him off had been satisfying, yes, but I wanted more. The thoughts of doing more with him came back stronger than ever and somehow, I had the feeling that it wasn't that hard to achieve it today. He seemed as eager as ever and an idea occurred to me.
"You know," I started, as I licked my lips, my gaze fixed on his hard-on. "I was thinking...we could do something a bit different tonight." I paused, letting the words sink in. He looked up at me, curiosity written all over his face. "I have made dinner earlier," I continued. "It's still warm. Why don't you eat that first and come back afterward? I could prepare something nice for you, that also includes me, so that I get something out of it as well."
Henry's expression changed, his brows furrowing in confusion. "Oh, I never really thought about it like that..." He trailed off, seeming to mull over my words. "But if you're really up for it, I mean...why not?" He shrugged, a slow, sexy smile spreading across his lips. "I guess I could try something new."
His words were exatcly what I was hoping for. I smiled brightly, feeling a thrill of anticipation course through me. "Great," I replied, my voice soft and husky. "You can go and eat. I'll make sure to have everything ready when you get back."
"Allright little bro. If you say so." Henry replied with a wink. "I trust you. I'll eat and be right back. Don't you dare start without me." He said playful before disappearing into the hallway, leaving me alone in the room.
I watched him go, a small smile playing on my lips. I thought about what I could do to prepare for Henry's return. He trusted me, and I intended to make sure that he didn't regret it. I had a few idears spinning in my head, but I wanted to make sure that they were just right for the moment.
The best way to achieve my goal was to take it slow. I didn't want to overwhelm him, at least not yet. So, I decided to leave my dick out of the plot for now. Instead, I could focus on my ass. Henry had showed interest in it before and it was the most similar part to a woman's body. I could start with that.
I stood up from my bed and took a moment to survey my surroundings. My room was still as neat and tidy as ever, the only thing i made was bed, the centerpiece of it all. I remade it, making sure the sheets were smooth and inviting, just the way I liked them.
I continued with my preparations, moving to my dresser, opening the top drawer, and searching for a jockstrap that might catch Henry's eye.
Finding the right one, a dark blue, trimmed in black that would making me feel incredibly confident, I continued at the bottom drawer where my toys were stored. I knew just what I wanted to add to my ensemble, something that would really make it pop. My fingers traced along the smooth, cool surface of a dildo, but even that might be a bit too much for now. Instead, I settled on a butt-plug, a sleek, black device that would fit perfectly.
I took the plug and held it in my hand, feeling its weight and texture, maybe I could even get Henry to use it on me. The thought made my stomach flutter with excitement.
I hurried to the bathroom, eager to take a shower and prepare myself to look my best for Henry's return. When I stepped out of the shower, I reached for a towel to dry myself off, taking one last glance in the mirror as I did so. The jockstrap hugged my hips and buttocks perfectly, the black trim making my ass look even more enticing.
I inserted the butt-plug slowly, carefully, taking my time to adjust to the foreign sensation inside me, until it was nestled snugly between my cheeks, the weight of it adding an extra layer of sensation to my movements.
With the plug in place, I slipped on a plain white T-shirt, so that Henry had something nice to take of if he wanted to and stepped out of my ensuite bathroom.
My room was still as I had left it, the bed perfectly made, and an overall clean room. I took a moment to admire my reflection in the mirror. I felt confident, sexy, and ready for Henry's return.
I decided to take a seat on the bed and wait for him. The butt-plug, nestled between my cheeks, doing its work in adjusting my hole, sending small tremors of pleasure through me. I wondered what he would think of it. Is he an ass guy after all, or would he prefer something else?
I didn't had time to overthink it, as i heard the sound of footsteps approaching my room. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart, as I turned my head to face the entrance. Henry stepped inside, a small smile playing on his lips. He took in the sight of me.
"Oh, you've made yourself comfortable?" Henry said, his eyes roaming over me.
I shifted on the bed, the butt-plug pressing against my sphincter as I moved. I knew he couldn't see it, but the feeling of the foreign object inside me only added to my excitement.
"Well, I just wanted to make things a little more comfortable for both of us," I said. "I figured not wearing much would made me a little more... approachable, it might make things easier for a straight guy."
Henry chuckled, stepping inside and closing the door behind him.
"We should lock the door," I said, my voice a little shaky. It was a reminder for both of us, that we weren't alone in the house.
"Good idea," Henry agreed, turning the lock with a click. his bare feet making no sound on the carpet. He ran his fingers through his hair and moved closer to the bed. He had changed into a pair of basketball shorts and a white T-shirt, but I could tell he wasn't wearing any underwear. I felt a surge of heat in my cheeks as I noticed the prominent bulge in his shorts, the outline of his arousal clearly visible.
Henry walked in front of me and stood there, his eyes flicking over my body. I could feel the weight of his gaze, and it made my skin tingle. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and muscular. He is incredibly attractive.
I watched hin taking another step closer, untill he was now just inches away from the bed, his hands moving to the hem of his T-shirt. In one fluid motion, he pulled it over his head, revealing his meaty chest and defined abs.
I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks, and my mouth went dry. His eyes met mine, and for a moment, I thought I saw a flash of uncertainty, but it was quickly replaced by a look of determination.
"So... what do you think about changing things up a bit?" I asked, still uncertain if it really was okay for him.
Henry looked at me, confusion evident on his face. "I'm not sure what you mean."
I swallowed hard, feeling the heat in my cheeks intensify. "Well, you know... Of me joining in. I mean, not just blowing you or anything. Actually... getting something out of it too." I paused, waiting for his response.
Henry's smiled down at me, "I don't mind that idea at all," he said, grabbing his junk unconsciously. He seemed genuinely interested, and not just playing along. "The feeling of your mouth around me, your tongue moving... It's incredible. And as long as I get what I need, I'm fine with it."
"Allright," I said, the nervousnes almost gone as I scooted closer to the edge of the bed. I looked up at him, my heart thumping in my chest as I waited for his reaction. He seemed genuinely interested in what I was proposing, and that was all I needed to know. Reaching out, I ran my fingers over his abs, feeling the taut muscle beneath my touch. As I moved, I felt him shiver, goosebumps rising on his skin.
Henry's grinned down at me. "Go on," he breathed, "that feels good." He reached down, grasping his erection through his basketball shorts, stroking it slowly. But I wasn't done yet. I wanted to explore more of his body, to take in the sight and feel of him. So, I continued to roam over his abs, then chest and went on to his massive arms.
"You are something else," I breathed, my fingers tracing the defined muscles of his arms. "Your body is incredible." I leaned in closer, my hand brushing against his shoulder as I continued to explore. My hand moved up to his neck, feeling the strong column of muscle there, and then to his jaw, smoother than I expected.
Henry smiled down at me, clearly enjoying the attention. "Thank you," he said, his voice low and husky. "I work hard to keep it this way." His other hand came up to join mine, caressing my cheek gently.
As I continued to explore his body, my fingers tracing the ridges of his abdominal muscles, the line of his hip, the curve of his back, he let out soft moans, each one sending a shiver down my spine. It felt incredible to be able to touch him like this, to feel his warmth and strength beneath my fingertips.
"Your hands are so gentle, yet so incredibly arousing," Henry murmured as I continued to explore his body. My fingers traced the lines of his muscles, feeling the tautness of his skin beneath them. "They make me even hornier, if that's possible."
He let out a soft laugh, a husky sound that sent shivers down my spine. "It's okay, you know," he said, placing his hands on my head like he always does. I looked up at him, but he had another plan in mind. "Go on," he urged, pushing my head down just a little. "I want to feel your lips around me."
His erection was already more than obvious beneath his shorts and I couldn't wait to feel it in my hand, in my mouth. I leaned over, my breath fanning his lower abdomen as I reached down and undid his shorts, slowly sliding them down over his hips, revealing his big and thick hardness to me.
Henry let out a soft moan as I fcaressed his balls, gently massaging them between my fingers. His cock twitched, already leaking precum as I lowered my head and wrapped my lips around the thick head.
He tasted salty and musky, and I reveled in the feeling of him in my mouth, the weight of him on my tongue. I started to bob my head, slowly at first, knowing his grith and lenght wasn't easy to handle. As I moved up and down, my hands switched between caressing his balls and caressing his strong thighs.
Henry's hips started to move with my rhythm, and he let out a low groan, his hands running through my hair. "That's it," he murmured. "I wished you could take me deeper.."
His cock seemed to swell further in my mouth, stretching the muscles in my jaw and forcing me to open wider to accommodate him. His taste filled my mouth, and the warmth of him sent shivers down my spine.
I felt the need to push myself, to see if I could take more of him this time. As I continued to bob my head up and down, my lips stretched around the thick girth of his cock, my tongue dancing along the velvety skin of his shaft, I felt a thrill of excitement course through me. I could feel a burn in my throat as I stretched to accommodate him, but I welcomed the discomfort, the challenge.
Henry let out a deep moan, his hips moving in time with my rhythm. His hands gripped my hair, his fingers digging into my scalp. "Oh fuck, Dylan," he groaned. "You're working hard, to take me deeper, aren't you?" His cock throbbed in my mouth, and I felt my throat start to burn as I took in more and more of him.
I gagged, feeling the thickness of his cock stretching my throat almost to its limit, and pulled back a little. I tried to take a deep breath, but the pressure on my chest made it difficult. Henry smiled down at me, his eyes dark with desire. "You're doing so well, Dylan," he murmured, still holding my head in his hands. "No one ever tried that hard to take me before... It's so hot."
Heat flooded my cheeks, and I took another deep breath. I tried a few more times, adjusting my position and the angle of my head, but I choked every time, feeling the thickness of his cock stretching my throat. It was exhilarating and frustrating all at once. I wanted so badly to please him, to take him as deep and hard as he deserved, but I knew I wasn't ready yet.
My throat burned and my eyes began to water, as I pulled off Henry's cock with a wet pop. He let out a soft groan, watching me intently as I coughed and struggled to catch my breath. I knew it was going to take time and practice, but I was determined to take him as deeply and as hard as he this prime of a man deserved.
Henry let go of my head and ran a hand through his hair, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. "Already done?" he asked, and I could hear the disappointment that came with the thought that he wouldn't reach his climax.
I leaned back on my hands, my chest heaving as I caught my breath. "I'm sorry," I said between gasps. "It's just... I need a break for my jaw. I mean, you are... huge." I glanced up at him, hoping that he understood my need for a moment to catch my breath.
Henry chuckled, his eyes drifting down to where my lips were parted, pink and swollen from my rough encounter. "You're right," he agreed with a nod. "You never took me that far before. I guess I am pretty damn big." He reached out and traced his fingers over my bottom lip, sending a shiver down my spine. And I was suprised by the gesture.
He is usually the epitome of tenderness, but when I sucked him off, he treated me like a dirty little slut, showing me no affection at all. It was the first time he had done something like that. And I took it as a sign to use this moment to move forward.
I decided to stand up and put a hand on his cock to stroke it gently, feeling its warmth and strength beneath my fingertips, as I turned us around so he was the one in front of the bed.
"I think its time to switch things up," I whispered in his ear from below, as my hand continued to stroke his wet cock.
Henry groaned, "I like the sound of that."
He let himself fall back on the bed, his limbs heavy with lust as he inched closer to the headboard. It was the perfect vantage point, giving him an unobstructed view of me. I watched his cock twitching in anticipation and I licked my lips nervously, my heart racing as I gazed up at him.
Slowly, I turned my back to him and reached for the hem of my shirt. In one fluid motion, I pulled it off over my head, revealing my bare back to him. I glanced over my shoulder to catch his reaction, my heart racing as I waited for him to comment on the plug still buried deep inside my ass.
His gaze lingering on the black plug buried deep inside my ass. The head was still visible, the flat, round surface flush against my skin, the small ridges making an impressions in the flesh.
I felt my heart race, anticipating his reaction. I was nervous, but at the same time, excited by the possibility of finally sharing this part of myself with him. With that in mind I decided to take the initiative, turning back to him and kneeling down on the bed.
"I thought you might like my ass more than the dick," I murmured, feeling a thrill run through me as I gazed up at him. "And since I can pleasure myself both ways, I don't mind."
Henry's eyes widened as he took in the sight of me kneeling on the bed, my hands on his thighs, his dick on full display. He looked surprised but also intrigued, his cock still twitching.
"You really thought about this, didn't you?" he murmured, his voice thick with lust.
I nodded, unable to find the words to explain the extent of my preparation. The butt-plug was a risk, but one I was willing to take to bring something new to our secret sessions. "Do you like it?" I asked, my voice a little shakier than I wanted it to be.
"Fuck, Dylan," Henry breathed, his eyes dark with desire. "I didn't knew a guys ass could be that hot."
That was all I wanted to hear and more. I felt a rush of confidence as I scooted closer to him, my eyes never leaving his. "I knew you would," I said, my voice low and sultry. "You are always so good to me, I love to return the favor."
I was about to go on and stroke him but he interrupted me, his voice thick with anticipation. "Can I play with it?" he asked, his eyes not leaving mine.
I nodded eagerly, feeling a mix of excitement and vulnerability. "Have fun." Was all I said before I turned around once more and positioned myself so that the plug was in clear view and easy to reach.
Henry placed a hand on each of my ass cheeks, his fingers splayed wide as he spread them, revealing the black plug buried deep inside me. "Oh fuck," he exhaled, tracing his fingers over the ridges, feeling their texture against his skin. "Your ass is so fucking smooth, Dylan."
His touch sent shivers down my spine, making my nipples harden. I felt so exposed and vulnerable with him touching me like this, but at the same time, it was the most exhilarating thing I could imagine. I wanted him to take control, to use me however he pleased.
"Do you want me to take it out?" he asked, his voice low and husky.
I shook my head, feeling the ridges of the plug against my ass as I did. "No, I like it in there. I want you to play with it." I moaned softly, arching my back as I felt the sensation of him touching me from behind.
Henry smiled, his fingers tracing the line of the plug before they began to move, circling my opening, teasing me. "It's so tight," he breathed, his voice low and husky. "Way thighter than the smallest pussy I've ever been in."
I felt the warmth of his breath on my neck as he continued to play with the plug, occasionally slipping a finger between it and my skin, teasing the sensitive skin around my entrance. It felt so good to be so completely exposed to him, to feel his touch on my body.
I bit my bottoim lip as I felt him pulling on the plug, the sensation making me squirm. The pressure grew and grew, and I could feel myself loving the feeling.
"Does it feel good?" he asked, his voice gruff with lust.
"Yes," I moaned, my eyes squeezed shut. "Keep going."
He did as I asked, tugging on the plug gently, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through me. I leaned into his touch, feeling my cock throb with every little movement he made.
"Fuck, Dylan," he groaned, his fingers digging into my hips as he pulled harder. "You're so fucking tight." His breath came out in ragged gasps as he continued to play with the plug, twisting it expertly, finding just the right angle to make me moan.
I arched my back further, my head thrown back, my eyes squeezed shut as the sensation built inside me. "Oh God, Henry," I gasped.
Henry's fingers dug deeper into my hips, his touch growing more urgent as he felt me begin to lose control. He knew the plug was too big to come out easily, but he wanted to feel it, wanted to touch it. His fingers moved faster, pulling and twisting the plug with more of his strength.
He had fun teasing me, watching me writhe and moan beneath his touch. I felt so exposed and vulnerable, my body on display for his pleasure. And even though I'd told him not to take the plug out, he couldn't resist the temptation any longer. With a sly smile, he carefully gripped the base of the plug and began to pull.
I felt a sting as the plug slowly began to emerge from my ass, the sensation sending a shiver down my spine. I gasped, my eyes fluttering open as he continued to pull, my body tensing in anticipation of what was to come. Finally, with a wet pop, the plug was free. He held it up, admiring it for a moment before tossing it aside, his eyes still fixed on my bare, glistening ass.
"Fuck," he breathed, his fingers tracing circles around my entrance. "Just look at that." His voice was a mix of awe and desire as he stared at my glistening ass, freshly exposed after the removal of the plug.
I felt my heart race as I looked back over my shoulder at him, a shiver of anticipation running down my spine as I waited for his next move. His fingers traced light circles around my entrance, teasing me, before he finally got over himself and pressed forward, slowly but surely pushing his thick finger inside me.
I gasped, arching my back as the sensation filled me up, spreading warmth throughout my body. He slowly began to push deeper, his finger curling and unintentionally massaging my g-spot.
"Oh God," I moaned, my hips moving involuntarily against his hand. "That feels so good."
Henry smiled, his fingers pressing deeper inside me. "You like that, Dylan?"
I moaned, arching my back further, "Yes, yes, please don't stop." His fingers curled inside me, hitting just the right spot, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. "Fuck.." I said, biting on my lip again to stay silent.
Henry chuckled, leaning in closer, having his way with my entrance for another moment, before I felt to far ahead and pulled away, his finger popping out of me.
"I think it's time to get the attention back on you," I said, licking my lips as I turned back towards him.
Henry looked at me, his eyes burning with desire. He leaned back against the headboard, placing his hands behind his head, inviting me to do whatever I wanted. His chest rose and fell slowly, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed. His erection, still rock hard from our previous activities, pointed upwards, a silent invitation for me to go back to work.
I crawled forward, my body pressing against his, as I reached down between his legs. My hand wrapping around his thick shaft, feeling the heat and the strength of him in my palm.
I run my tongue along the length of him, tasting the saltiness of his skin. He groaned, his hips bucking upwards into my touch.
"Suck it, Dylan," he groaned, his hands gripping the sheets as I took him deep into my mouth. Hi thick length instantly stretched my jaw and filled my mouth, but I went on and bobbed my head up and down, using my tongue to tease and massage him, relishing the power I had over his body as I brought him so close to the edge.
I could feel his hips thrusting upwards, pushing deeper into my mouth, and I met each motion with equal enthusiasm, my lips sliding up and down his shaft, my tongue dancing over the ridge of his head. I wanted to make him lose control, wanted him to beg for more.
He groaned, the sound vibrating against my lips, and I could feel the heat of his body, the strength in his thighs as they trembled beneath me. His hands gripped my hair, holding me in place as he moved his hips, urging me to take him deeper. I went willingly, taking him deeper like I did before, feeling the broad head of his cock brush against the back of my throat.
"Fuck, Dylan," he moaned, as I continued to suck him hard and deep. His hips bucked wildly, pushing further into my mouth, and I could feel the warmth of his release building up in my throat. "I'm close," he panted, and let go of my head, just to let his fingers slide down my back and towards my ass.
I could feel him lean foreward, his weight pressing down on me as he reached around, his fingers search for my entrance. I arched my back, presenting my ass, wanting him to go on. His fingers found the entrance, and then slid inside. I moaned, rocking my hips against his touch, wanting more.
He rubbed softly at first, then harder. And as I moaned around his cock, my lips still wrapped tightly around him. He thrust deeper, pushing my head further back and forcing me to take him even deeper.
"That's it, baby," he groaned, pushing me down and maaking me gag on his cock as he wentt deeper into my throat. I could feel his thick length stretching my mouth, filling every crevice, as he used the tip of his cock to fuck my throat with fast but short thrusts. His fingers played with my ass, driving me insane with pleasure as they circled and pressed against my opening.
My hips bucked upwards, wanting more of him, wanting him deeper. I could feel my own need growing, my body aching for him to be inside me. His thrusts grew rougher, his fingers more demanding as he continued to bring us both closer to the edge.
"That's it, Dylan," he groaned, his hips pounding into my mouth as he let go of my ass and reached for my head. "Suck me, bro. Suck my cock." His words were like a command, a plea, and I obeyed, regaining some control and switching the rhythem to longer strokes as I sucked harder on the slippery length in my mouth.
His hips bucked wildly, fucking my face as he moaned and cursed, his hands controlling my head until finally, his release came, hot and thick and powerful. His cock twitched, pulsating inside my throat as he emptied himself into me.
I felt him grow still, the weight of his body pressing down on my shoulders and upper back, and I knew he was spent. I kept sucking for a few more moments, just to savor the taste of him, the feel of his softening cock in my mouth. Then I slowly pulled back, my lips sliding off his shaft with a soft pop.
"Holy shit," Henry breathed, his chest heaving as he looked down at me. "That was... fucking amazing."
I sat back on my heels, wiping a bead of sweat from my brow and smiling up at him. "Glad you liked it," I murmured, feeling a sense of pride swell in my chest.
Henry grinned down at me, his eyes still heavy with lust. "It was a fucking great idear, Dylan," he said, clearly still lost in the sensations of the moment. "We should do that more often."
I smiled back, feeling a warmth spread through my body at his words. "I'm glad you liked it," I replied, my voice slightly husky. "And I think we should definitely do that more often." I leaned back in closer, my lips brushing against his skin as I traced a line down his abs to where his cock was still half-hard.
Henry let out a soft moan, his hips twitching involuntarily as I circled the head of his now sensitive cock with my tongue. "Fuck, Dylan," he breathed, and for a moment I thought about teasing him more, but instead I settled for leaning in closer, pressing my lips against the soft, warm skin just behind the ridge where his cock met his body and giving him a quick kiss.
He smiled down at me, his eyes bright with affection as I leaned in closer. "You know," he murmured, his fingers tracing gentle circles on my cheek, "you really are the best brother I could have asked for."
I felt a warmth spread through my chest at his words. "I try," I said with a smile. "And I'm glad we can share this."
Henry nodded, his eyes meeting mine. "It is," he agreed, his voice soft. "It really is....."
