Me and Bro CH 15
Me and Bro CH 15
One hundred and sixty pounds, prime, USDA choice beef. Yup. 'Cept we're not talking brisket here, we're talking about my big bro, Matthew. Definitely a prime slab of beef. Hard solid muscles. An 8-pac of abs that look like 8 little steaks on a grill. Stunning good looks. Killer smile. A fist the size of a soft-ball. And the best cut on that slab ?? LOL, you guessed it. That big weapon of mass destruction hanging between his meaty hairy thighs ! 10 1/2” of thick, vein poppin, fuck juice oozing, mushroom headed cowboy meat. And it was mine---anytime I wanted it.
Typically all I had to do was walk up to my big bro and just say I wanted some dick. But sometimes, I liked to tease him, :) Make him come for it. That was this morning.
I had been up about an hour. Matthew was still sleeping, most likely hung over. He was out late last night---about 4:00 AM. So, either he got really lucky, or he crashed and burned. Didn't matter. He would be needing a wake up this morning, something besides just coffee.
I was particularly horny myself. Hadn't jacked off for three days now. The balls were burning, and full. The guts were pretty empty, and therefore had lots of room this morning. Yup, I was out to get fucked. Hard and deep. Just the way my big bro liked it.
I had been prancing around the house buck ass naked all morning. As Christian Slayter would put it, 'wearin nothing but a cock-ring'. The dick was hard. Way fucking hard. My own veins were popped up like a speed bump. Like my big bro, my piss slit was dripping 'fuck juice'. I needed it---I needed it bad.
I finally here the familiar sound of the splashing of piss hitting the toilet water. It was a long piss. I wish I could have got a glimps before he started. He would be hanging half way to his knee before a piss that long. Finally he starts the climb up the stairs from the basement and appears at the kitchen. Matthew himself like being close to naked all the time, this morning sportin just a jock. I loved how the straps perfectly captured the two perfect mounds of his ample hairy ass. It was a perfect ass. Like a monkey, usually ripe n greasy :) I loved getting my face in it. It was hard to tell really which service Matthew liked best. Someone swallowing down that massive dick of his, or burying their tongue right in the center of that hole. I loved them both.
He didn't say anything, just headed straight for the coffee. He took a seat at the table as I continued doing pretty much nothing. Just wiping down, sorting, putting away stuff. Pretty much silence. But make no mistake---he noticed. Holding the side of his head with one hand, while carefully sipping his coffee sideways with the other, I could feel his eyes. Burning a hole right at my tite pink boy hole.
Along with the not jackin off, I had also skipped the shower for the last five days. I was pretty damm funky right now. Being naked, I could smell not only my pits, but my ass as well. I smelled like a prison, lol. Matthew loved my funk. It revved him up like a chevy 327. In spite of being mostly a pretty dominating Alpha Male, Matthew could eat some ass. He could drive you insane with that tongue of his. There had been many times were he would have me screaming, begging him to just stick it in, and tear up my guts.
Now on the third cup of coffee, it was still quite in the kitchen. It was about 9:00 AM now, mom would have been sacked out for a couple of hours. Then, the moment finally hit. Standing up for I guess yet some more coffee, I walked past him, just bumping him. And he goes for it.
Matthew grabbed me by the hair, and spinning me around, slams my face into the table. Now bent over in the perfect position, Matthew positions himself behind me, spreading my legs with his feet. He grabs me by the waist, and slams me. He slammed me hard, and deep---all the way to the balls. Between my greasy hole, and his well lubed up head, it was easy entry. I tried to let out a scream, but he had already grabbed my face, covering my mouth with his huge football hands. He wasted no time, and pulling back, slammed me again. It hurt---it hurt bad. In spite of being empty, I could feel the head of his dick invading my guts, opening them up, like a can of spam.
I almost went black as he went into a ruthless pounding of my tite lil boi cunt. He fucked my ass like he was trying to destroy it. Fast, like a jackhammer. Deep, like an oil drill. And hard, like a wrecking ball. Basically, what Matthew would call a 'jail fuckin'. And like in jail, it only lasted a few minutes. Yup, it was clear now—he didn't get laid last night :)
Matthew continued the assault on my ass and guts, and like I said, in no time, he was ready to blow. You would thing he was already fucking me as hard as he could, but ohhhhh nooo ! Here it comes—the final few slams. Tightening his grip around my waist, and flexing from the hips, Matthew hits my ass with full body weight. Basically jumping in my ass burying his massive fuck stick deep into my guts. I swear I could feel his head hitting my heart. And then, he explodes. He came to a complete stop, buried to the hilt. I could feel each shot of his powerful cowboy cum as it blasted the insides of my guts. If he had pulled out it would have sailed across the room. I've seen it before---most impressive.
Matthew filled my ass with his massive donkey load. In just moments I was so full that I couldn't even hold it all in. In spite of being plugged by the awesome thickness of his cock, the creamy load of his jizz begin to find it's way out, dripping from my hole down the back side of my balls, then hitting the floor. Matthew nutted forever. I counted 15 shots of his baby batter filling me up. It was truly massive.
Suddenly he yanks his cock from my ass. I spun around immediately and dropped to my knees. He didn't have to tell me, I knew what to do next. Opening my mouth wide, Matthew plunges his still well swollen dick into my mouth, again, all the way to his balls. I choked up but swallowed hard, to get down the last remnants of his sweet cowboy juice. Swirling my tongue around his head, cleaning up his jizz, and my ass juice, then up and down his mighty shaft, finally leaving him squeaky clean. But, we weren't done yet. Wait for it------here it comes.
Now my throat is flooded with a massive load of Matthew's strong morning piss. In spite of what he had already done, there was always more ! And lots more. Matthew filled my belly with his nector, now with a shit-eating grin on his face.
He finally pulls his dick from my mouth, but I remained where I was, just looking up at him, towering over me. He knew what I wanted. Again, I open my mouth wide, and Matthew works up a huge mouthful of spit and snot, and delivers it to my mouth. I swallow it down, Just as he kicks me in the balls with his big ass size 13 jock foot. I clench my eyes, and grab my dick, now swollen purple from the cock ring. Matthew kicks me again as I pound my meat like I was trying to rip it off. A third kick, this time pretty hard, and that was it. I blow. And blow. And fucking blow some more. Twelve shots, just like my big bro, solid ropes of thick jizz go sailing across the floor. I cummed so hard I nearly passed out, actually swaying a bit from side to side, seeing blue dots in the air.
It was finally done, and I just slimp down on my ass on the floor. Matthew turns back to the counter, and pours up yet another cup of coffee. Leaning back onto it he just looks at me, and finally speaks. “Mornin little brother”
I was so fucking in love.
One hundred and sixty pounds, prime, USDA choice beef. Yup. 'Cept we're not talking brisket here, we're talking about my big bro, Matthew. Definitely a prime slab of beef. Hard solid muscles. An 8-pac of abs that look like 8 little steaks on a grill. Stunning good looks. Killer smile. A fist the size of a soft-ball. And the best cut on that slab ?? LOL, you guessed it. That big weapon of mass destruction hanging between his meaty hairy thighs ! 10 1/2” of thick, vein poppin, fuck juice oozing, mushroom headed cowboy meat. And it was mine---anytime I wanted it.
Typically all I had to do was walk up to my big bro and just say I wanted some dick. But sometimes, I liked to tease him, :) Make him come for it. That was this morning.
I had been up about an hour. Matthew was still sleeping, most likely hung over. He was out late last night---about 4:00 AM. So, either he got really lucky, or he crashed and burned. Didn't matter. He would be needing a wake up this morning, something besides just coffee.
I was particularly horny myself. Hadn't jacked off for three days now. The balls were burning, and full. The guts were pretty empty, and therefore had lots of room this morning. Yup, I was out to get fucked. Hard and deep. Just the way my big bro liked it.
I had been prancing around the house buck ass naked all morning. As Christian Slayter would put it, 'wearin nothing but a cock-ring'. The dick was hard. Way fucking hard. My own veins were popped up like a speed bump. Like my big bro, my piss slit was dripping 'fuck juice'. I needed it---I needed it bad.
I finally here the familiar sound of the splashing of piss hitting the toilet water. It was a long piss. I wish I could have got a glimps before he started. He would be hanging half way to his knee before a piss that long. Finally he starts the climb up the stairs from the basement and appears at the kitchen. Matthew himself like being close to naked all the time, this morning sportin just a jock. I loved how the straps perfectly captured the two perfect mounds of his ample hairy ass. It was a perfect ass. Like a monkey, usually ripe n greasy :) I loved getting my face in it. It was hard to tell really which service Matthew liked best. Someone swallowing down that massive dick of his, or burying their tongue right in the center of that hole. I loved them both.
He didn't say anything, just headed straight for the coffee. He took a seat at the table as I continued doing pretty much nothing. Just wiping down, sorting, putting away stuff. Pretty much silence. But make no mistake---he noticed. Holding the side of his head with one hand, while carefully sipping his coffee sideways with the other, I could feel his eyes. Burning a hole right at my tite pink boy hole.
Along with the not jackin off, I had also skipped the shower for the last five days. I was pretty damm funky right now. Being naked, I could smell not only my pits, but my ass as well. I smelled like a prison, lol. Matthew loved my funk. It revved him up like a chevy 327. In spite of being mostly a pretty dominating Alpha Male, Matthew could eat some ass. He could drive you insane with that tongue of his. There had been many times were he would have me screaming, begging him to just stick it in, and tear up my guts.
Now on the third cup of coffee, it was still quite in the kitchen. It was about 9:00 AM now, mom would have been sacked out for a couple of hours. Then, the moment finally hit. Standing up for I guess yet some more coffee, I walked past him, just bumping him. And he goes for it.
Matthew grabbed me by the hair, and spinning me around, slams my face into the table. Now bent over in the perfect position, Matthew positions himself behind me, spreading my legs with his feet. He grabs me by the waist, and slams me. He slammed me hard, and deep---all the way to the balls. Between my greasy hole, and his well lubed up head, it was easy entry. I tried to let out a scream, but he had already grabbed my face, covering my mouth with his huge football hands. He wasted no time, and pulling back, slammed me again. It hurt---it hurt bad. In spite of being empty, I could feel the head of his dick invading my guts, opening them up, like a can of spam.
I almost went black as he went into a ruthless pounding of my tite lil boi cunt. He fucked my ass like he was trying to destroy it. Fast, like a jackhammer. Deep, like an oil drill. And hard, like a wrecking ball. Basically, what Matthew would call a 'jail fuckin'. And like in jail, it only lasted a few minutes. Yup, it was clear now—he didn't get laid last night :)
Matthew continued the assault on my ass and guts, and like I said, in no time, he was ready to blow. You would thing he was already fucking me as hard as he could, but ohhhhh nooo ! Here it comes—the final few slams. Tightening his grip around my waist, and flexing from the hips, Matthew hits my ass with full body weight. Basically jumping in my ass burying his massive fuck stick deep into my guts. I swear I could feel his head hitting my heart. And then, he explodes. He came to a complete stop, buried to the hilt. I could feel each shot of his powerful cowboy cum as it blasted the insides of my guts. If he had pulled out it would have sailed across the room. I've seen it before---most impressive.
Matthew filled my ass with his massive donkey load. In just moments I was so full that I couldn't even hold it all in. In spite of being plugged by the awesome thickness of his cock, the creamy load of his jizz begin to find it's way out, dripping from my hole down the back side of my balls, then hitting the floor. Matthew nutted forever. I counted 15 shots of his baby batter filling me up. It was truly massive.
Suddenly he yanks his cock from my ass. I spun around immediately and dropped to my knees. He didn't have to tell me, I knew what to do next. Opening my mouth wide, Matthew plunges his still well swollen dick into my mouth, again, all the way to his balls. I choked up but swallowed hard, to get down the last remnants of his sweet cowboy juice. Swirling my tongue around his head, cleaning up his jizz, and my ass juice, then up and down his mighty shaft, finally leaving him squeaky clean. But, we weren't done yet. Wait for it------here it comes.
Now my throat is flooded with a massive load of Matthew's strong morning piss. In spite of what he had already done, there was always more ! And lots more. Matthew filled my belly with his nector, now with a shit-eating grin on his face.
He finally pulls his dick from my mouth, but I remained where I was, just looking up at him, towering over me. He knew what I wanted. Again, I open my mouth wide, and Matthew works up a huge mouthful of spit and snot, and delivers it to my mouth. I swallow it down, Just as he kicks me in the balls with his big ass size 13 jock foot. I clench my eyes, and grab my dick, now swollen purple from the cock ring. Matthew kicks me again as I pound my meat like I was trying to rip it off. A third kick, this time pretty hard, and that was it. I blow. And blow. And fucking blow some more. Twelve shots, just like my big bro, solid ropes of thick jizz go sailing across the floor. I cummed so hard I nearly passed out, actually swaying a bit from side to side, seeing blue dots in the air.
It was finally done, and I just slimp down on my ass on the floor. Matthew turns back to the counter, and pours up yet another cup of coffee. Leaning back onto it he just looks at me, and finally speaks. “Mornin little brother”
I was so fucking in love.
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