I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, my mind racing with a mix of excitement and dread. Tomorrow was the day—my turn with the training device. Chris made it look easy, sort of, but what if I couldn’t handle it? What if I failed? The thought gnawed at me, twisting my stomach into knots. I couldn’t shake the feeling that this was more than just some physical challenge; it felt like a test for something more profound. But what exactly? I wasn’t sure.
Rolling over, I grabbed my phone and scrolled aimlessly, trying to distract myself, but every thought led back to tomorrow. I could already feel the weight of expectations, not just from Chris or even Uncle Rick, but from myself. This wasn’t just about sex training—it was about proving I could handle whatever came my way. After all, that’s what growing up was, right? Facing the unknown and pushing through it.
The next morning, I woke up early, my heart pounding in my chest as I listened to the sounds of the house slowly coming to life. Chris was already up, moving around in the kitchen, probably making breakfast like he always did. I knew I had to talk to him before we started, to get my head straight.
I found him at the table, his back to me as he poured himself a cup of coffee. He looked over his shoulder when he heard me coming and gave me a small grin, as if he knew exactly what I was feeling.
"Morning," he said, sliding a cup across the table toward me. "You ready for today?"
I sat down, wrapping my hands around the warm mug, trying to calm the jittery feeling in my stomach. "I guess," I said, my voice quieter than I intended. "I’ve been thinking about it all night."
Chris nodded, taking a sip of his coffee before setting the cup down. "It’s normal to be nervous, brother. I was too," he said, and he was right. I had literally been less than a foot away from my brother's ass as he plowed and moaned during his sex training. "You'll be fine. Besides, we’re working our way to 10 minutes," he said reassuringly. "We have time."
The next day, I skipped the after-class track meet to head straight home. “You feeling okay?” Mark asked as he walked with me to the edge of the school grounds before heading back to the track meet. “You looked like you had a lot on your mind, my man,” he said in a comical tone.
“Yeah, I know,” I said. “But today I’ll be training at home, just to break up the routine and not let it get boring.”
“Okay, great. Don’t forget, tomorrow we have the park meet-up. Everyone will be there, so don’t train too hard,” he said as he ran off to the track meet.
I walked home, feeling nervous but knowing my brother had my back.
When I got in the house, I saw Dad’s text: "Will be home at 7ish, sorry guys." Mom replied with, "Your loving mother will be in at 6 pm, as she shouldn’t have had that margarita last night," followed by several laughing emojis.
I walked into the shower, thinking, “You can still back out,” but how could I? Back out of this? My whole sexual life could benefit from this. No way—I was training just as hard as Chris.
“You home, bro?” Chris yelled as he closed the front door behind him
“I’m in the shower!” I yelled as I heard him run up the stairs.
“Hey, no playing with yourself!” he said with a smile as he pulled the shower curtain open.
“Hey!” I yelled. “Can I get some privacy?”
Chris sat down on the toilet, and as I showered, he told me about his day, and I told him about mine. We laughed at the stuff we found funny; in general, we were of a bright disposition, he and I.
I stepped out of the shower and did a funny sexy dance, the chicken dance, and we were both off laughing again.
As I got ready for the training, I noticed Chris hesitating for a brief moment before guiding me through the process. His usual confident demeanor faltered, and I caught a glimpse of doubt in his eyes. Chris quickly masked it with a reassuring smile, but that moment stuck with me. It made me wonder if Chris was also grappling with the boundaries we were pushing, and it added a layer of vulnerability to what we were doing—like we were both in this together, even if we didn’t fully understand it.
“Okay, I’m ready,” I said as we both ran back to his room. “I’m nervous, but I’m a fucking athlete,” I said, full of myself. “I can train for anything.”
We both laughed. Chris took out the sex training device and placed it on his bed. He poured some lube in the hole. Next, he pulled the training wand from a shoebox and placed it next to the edge of the bed.
I removed my towel, and my cock sprang forth like a piston, my eight inches in full display. “Well, okay then,” my brother said as he took off his clothes and placed them off to the side. “This way we can both feel awkward,” he said.
I climbed onto the bed and placed both knees on either side, leaving the hole just a breath away from my cockhead. “Here, let’s make sure you’re ready,” Chris said as he slathered on some lube and, using his hands, pumped up and down my cock. “Shit,” I said.
I felt Chris’s hand on my shoulder. He didn’t say a word, but when I looked up at him, our eyes met. There was something in his gaze—an understanding, a silent promise that he was right there with me, every step of the way. No words were needed; that brief, steadying touch told me everything I needed to know.
“You’re all set,” chris,The moment my cock slipped into the training toy, it felt like a shockwave shot through my body. The tightness, the way it gripped me—every nerve ending came alive. I could feel the ridges inside the toy, each one sending a pulse of pleasure through me as I pushed deeper. It was nothing like I’d imagined—better, more intense, like the toy was designed to milk every drop of sensation from me
“You okay?” I heard Chris from behind me.
“Yeah, this feels amazing,” I said.
“Right? I told you,” Chris chimed in.
“Set the timer and keep me updated,” I said.
“Okay, let me set this up. Five minutes, …and you’re ready,” he said, and I started pulling and pushing my cock in. Every sensation was new, my body reacting quickly as the pleasure washed over me.
The room was filled with the scent of sweat, lube, and something more primal—an earthy, musky smell that clung to the sheets and the air. It was overpowering, making my head swim as I tried to focus on the sensations coursing through my body.
"That’s it, bro, start going a little faster," Chris encouraged, and I followed his instructions. "That’s right, Julio. Now, every time you come in, jam it all the way in." As I did, I was rocked by the force of my own strength. "Slap, slap, SLAP," echoed through the room as my balls bounced and smacked against the sex training device.
"Okay, bro, now just like I did—three thrusts in hard, then two slow and deep," Chris instructed, and I obeyed.
"Shit, bro, you have an amazing ass," Chris said, admiringly. "Now, when you plunge deep, move your hips around a little and see how that works."
I was moaning, the first beads of sweat forming on my body. "Now, straight in, hard and deep," Chris urged, as my ass clapped with each powerful thrust. My body was moving on its own now, driven by instinct and pleasure.
With Chris guiding me through the process, I felt a strange mix of trust and fear. Trust, because he was my brother, and I knew he’d never let anything bad happen to me. Fear, because I was exposing myself in a way I never had before. Every thrust, every moan, was a reminder that I was opening myself up, not just physically but emotionally, and that was scarier than anything else
"What’s my time?" I asked, breathing heavily through my nose.
"It’s only been 2 minutes," Chris replied.
"How the hell," I thought, "is that even possible?"
"You’ve got 3 minutes, bro—focus, and use any variation you want," Chris said, keeping me on track.
The lube made a wet, squelching sound, the noise sharp and almost obscene in the quiet room. Each time my cock slid into the tight, slick opening, the squelch echoed around us, mixing with the sound of my ragged breathing, heightening the raw, primal nature of the act. My balls bounced with each deep thrust.
"Keep your legs wide, bro," Chris instructed, his voice low and steady, a mix of authority and something else I couldn’t quite place. He reached around me, his strong hands sliding down my thighs until they gripped my knees. With a firm yet gentle pressure, he began to push them apart, the movement slow and deliberate, like he wanted to savor every second of this. I could feel the roughness of his palms against my skin, the warmth of his breath close, so close that I was just a breath away from having my ass in his face.
As my legs spread wider, the vulnerability of the position hit me hard. I was completely exposed, my body laid bare in a way it had never been before. The air felt cooler against the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, a stark contrast to the heat building between us. Every nerve in my body was on high alert, the anticipation almost unbearable as I waited for his next move.
Chris’s hands lingered on my knees, holding them in place as he adjusted his position. I could feel his breath on the back of my thighs now, the proximity sending electric jolts of sensation through me. It was like my entire body was tuned to his, each touch, each breath, intensifying the connection between us. My heart was racing, pounding in my chest so hard I thought he might be able to hear it.
The closeness of his face to my most intimate parts sent a thrill of both fear and excitement through me. It was an invasion, yes, but also a strange kind of intimacy—one that I hadn’t expected but found myself craving. There was a trust in this act, in letting him see me this way, touch me this way. And as he held me there, wide and open.
"I’m getting close," I grunted as I felt my balls tightening. "It’s only been 3 minutes," I heard my brother say from behind me, his breath just above my hole. I gritted my teeth and tried to hold back, but it was no use—I was going to come.
"Chris, do it," I said, my voice betraying my desperation.
I felt Chris let go of me, heard the pop of the lube bottle, and then the sound of him lubing up the wand. The squishy sounds echoed in the room. As Chris lubed up the wand, my heart was pounding so hard I thought it might burst from my chest. The cold air against my exposed skin only heightened the tension. I could feel my muscles tensing in anticipation, my body teetering on the edge between pleasure and fear.
I felt the cold, wet tip of the wand press against my hole. "Ready?" my brother asked.
"Yes, fucking go," I yelled with urgency.
"AAAAAAAAA!" I screamed as my body jerked in pain from the wand head sliding past my opening. The pain was sharp, like a knife cutting through me from the inside. But then, as it settled in, the pain dulled into a strange kind of pleasure. It was overwhelming, filling me up in a way I’d never experienced. The contrast between the warmth of the toy and the cold, invasive pressure of the wand sent my mind spinning, unable to process the conflicting sensations.
"Don’t stop, you can’t lose the hard-on," Chris reminded me, and so I thrust back into the warm, wet sex toy and began to pump away. Three more thrusts, and I felt my balls rising up again.
"No," I yelled in my head. I can't come already! "What’s my time?" I yelled.
"We are at 3 minutes," Chris replied.
I was going to cum. I was pounding the sex trainer with utter delight, feeling no shame as my brother reached for my ass and spread my cheeks so he could get a better look at the wand in my ass. The vibrations were driving me crazy.
"I’m gonna cum!" I yelled as I felt a powerful orgasm building deep inside me.
"I have an idea," Chris said, his voice tinged with both mischief and something more intense. His hand, rough and warm, found its way to my ass, his fingers spreading my cheeks apart with a firm, practiced grip. The sensation of being opened up by him, so deliberate and commanding, sent a shiver down my spine. I could feel the cool air against my exposed hole, a stark contrast to the heat of the moment, amplifying the vulnerability of the situation.
"Do it!" I urged him, my voice desperate, thick with anticipation and need. I didn’t know what he had planned, but I trusted him completely, my body aching for whatever he was about to do.
Without warning, Chris began to pull the wand out of my ass, the slow, torturous drag of the slick, vibrating device making me gasp. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and an aching emptiness as it left me. But before I could process the loss, Chris moved with perfect timing. As my hips thrust forward, plunging my cock into the tight, warm grip of the sex trainer, he simultaneously drove the wand back into my hole with a force that made me cry out.
"AAAHHHHHH!" I screamed, the sound escaping me unbidden, raw and primal. The way he coordinated his movements, matching my rhythm, was maddeningly perfect. Every time I pushed in, he pulled the wand out, only to slam it back in as I pulled back. The sensation was dizzying, a relentless cycle of fullness and emptiness, pleasure and pain, that had my entire body on the edge of control.
Each thrust, each plunge, was a new level of intensity, the combination of the tight grip around my cock and the relentless pressure of the wand inside me driving me wild. Chris’s movements were precise, calculated, as if he knew exactly how to push me to my limits without letting me tip over the edge just yet.
"Shit!" I yelled as I felt my orgasm fade from the new pain my hole was experiencing.
"It’s 4 minutes!" Chris yelled out. "Stay focused!"
I started to plunge into the toy as I had seen my brother do, as I had seen in videos online. I was power-fucking the sex trainer with wild abandon.
"Fuck yeah, bro, you’re making it to five minutes!" Chris encouraged as he jammed the wand deep in my ass.
I felt the pressure building to an unbearable level, Chris suddenly slowed down, dragging out each thrust with torturous precision. My entire body was screaming to go faster, to release the tension coiled tight within me, but Chris’s voice cut through the haze, telling me to focus, to hold on just a little longer. Each slow, deliberate thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing through me, making the anticipation almost unbearable. I was teetering on the edge, desperate for release, but Chris kept me hanging there, prolonging the sweet agony.
"Fuck," I moaned as my senses were being overloaded.
I thrust wildly now, with no sense of time, place, shame, or regret. I needed to come, and I was going to come in a big way.
I plunged one last time, hard, fast, and deep. "I’m coming!" I yelled as my body jerked and shook with the new sensation of losing my virginity on both ends. "Yeeeeessssss," I hissed as the first glob of cum shot into the sex toy. My brother picked up the pace as he worked my ass. "Take it, Julio, that’s it!" he yelled.
There was a moment when I glanced back at Chris, just a quick look over my shoulder, and caught the intensity in his eyes the hunger in them. It wasn’t just about the training or even the act itself—it was like we were communicating without words, a shared understanding that this was something more than what we had planned. The way he guided me, the subtle changes in his touch, made me realize that this was as much about trust as it was about anything else.
"Shiiiiiiiiiit," I grunted as my second squirt of cum shot out, overflowing the toy. "Yes, that’s how it’s done!" my brother yelled as he jammed and twisted the wand in my ass, sending shivers through me and covering me in sweat. I was lost in a cloud of pleasure, my mouth open, my eyes glazed, as the final shot of cum overpowered me.
As I collapsed onto the bed, my body felt like it was floating, detached from reality. The pleasure still echoed through me, but it was fading, leaving behind a strange emptiness. My muscles twitched involuntarily, little aftershocks of the orgasm that had wracked my body. I was exhausted, but my mind was racing, trying to make sense of everything I’d just experienced, my cock slipping out of the sex trainer, as my brother continued his assault on my ass. "That’s it, Julio, wink that ass for me," and I did as my brother asked.
"Fuck yeah," Chris yelled, "seven minutes!"
I was still breathing hard as Chris pulled the wand out of me and then stuck a finger in my ass. "AAArrrgg," I managed to say as he pushed his finger in deep, pumping it a few times slowly and smoothly, as if searching for something. Each time his finger pressed deeper inside me, it felt like a new layer of sensation was being uncovered, like I was discovering parts of my body that I hadn’t known could feel this way. The pleasure was intense, almost too much at times, but it was addictive, pulling me in further with every movement.
"Just making sure you’re okay in here," he said. "I was pretty rough on your hole," he added with a laugh.
My breathing and senses were gradually coming back online, coming down from their high, when Chris slowly and easily pulled his finger out of my ass.
I rolled over and saw Chris on the bed, on his knees, with his cock leaking cum from all the excitement.
“You did great,” he said, the shock evident on his face. “Seven fucking minutes! Damn, bro, I need to try that, or you're going to leave me in the dust.”
"Wait till Uncle Rick finds out; he’s going to be so proud of us!"
I was catching my breath, unsure how to feel about it. I had just lost my virginity to a plastic sex trainer and been fucked with a wand.
“I’ll be right back, I need to clean these things before mom gets back” as my brother made a quick run to the bathroom.
When Chris left the room, I stayed behind, staring up at the ceiling. The silence felt heavy, almost suffocating. I kept replaying what we’d just done, every thrust, every word, trying to figure out how I really felt. There was the thrill, sure, but also this nagging doubt. Had I pushed too far?
