I never planned on sucking my brother's cock, but there we were in the basement after midnight, both of us naked and hard as fuck. Jake was twenty-two, me nineteen, and we'd been circling this shit for months. One beer too many and the truth came out—he'd seen me jerking off to gay porn on my phone. Instead of laughing or punching me, he just said, "Show me how you do it."
My hand was already on my dick when he pulled his sweats down. His cock was thicker than mine, veined, with a fat head already leaking. "Touch it," he told me, voice low and rough. I wrapped my fingers around him and felt it throb. Hot. Heavy. Real.
"Stroke it like you stroke yours," he ordered. I did, slow at first, then faster, watching the skin slide over the head. Precum made it slick. Jake groaned and pushed his hips forward. "Yeah, just like that. Now taste it."
I dropped to my knees on the old carpet without thinking. The head of his cock brushed my lips. Salty. Musky. I opened up and took the first inch, tongue flat against the underside. Jake's hand landed on the back of my head, not forcing, just guiding. "Deeper, little brother. Suck it right."
I worked more of him into my mouth, gagging a little when it hit the back of my throat. Spit ran down my chin. He tasted clean but male, thick and demanding. My own cock was leaking onto the floor while I bobbed on him. Jake started fucking my face in short thrusts, grunting every time I swallowed around him.
"Fuck, your mouth is tight," he growled. "Keep going. I'm gonna feed you your first load tonight."
I moaned around his cock and reached down to jerk myself. The wet sounds filled the room—slurping, skin slapping, heavy breathing. Jake's balls tightened against my chin. He pulled back just enough to say, "Open wide and swallow every drop."
Hot, thick ropes hit my tongue. I gulped it down, some spilling out the corner of my mouth.
Jake kept pumping until he was empty, then pulled out and smeared the last drops across my lips. "Good boy. Now stand up."
He spun me around, bent me over the arm of the couch, and spread my ass. One thick finger pressed against my hole, circling, then pushing in. It burned, but I pushed back for more. "Relax. I'm gonna open you up and fuck this virgin ass."
Two fingers soon, scissoring, stretching me while he spit on my hole. My cock hung heavy and dripping. When he lined up his cock—still half-hard and slick with my spit—and pushed the head inside, I bit the cushion to keep from yelling. Inch by inch he sank in, filling me until his hips pressed against my ass.
"Goddamn, you're tight," he hissed, then started thrusting. Slow at first, then harder, balls slapping my taint. Every stroke dragged over that spot inside me that made my cock jump. I reached back and spread my cheeks wider for him. "Fuck me harder, Jake. Use me."
He did. Gripped my hips and pounded, the couch creaking, skin smacking loud. Sweat dripped off him onto my back. When he reached around and started jerking my cock in time with his thrusts, I came hard, shooting ropes across the cushions while my ass clenched around him. Jake followed seconds later, burying himself deep and flooding my guts with another hot load.
We stayed locked together, breathing hard, his cum leaking out around his cock. He pulled out slow, watching it drip down my thighs, then pushed two fingers back in to work it deeper. "Next time I'm breeding you on your back so I can watch your face while I fill you."
I turned around, still shaking, and kissed him—tongues messy, tasting my own ass and his cum. It was only the first night. We had the whole weekend ahead, and neither of us planned on stopping until we were both sore, covered in each other's loads, and too fucked out to move.
