I woke up with morning wood and laid there in bed stroking myself. The sun was coming through the window just like any ordinary morning but, this time, my world was different.
Last night I told my big brother Cole that I had found the gay porn he left behind in his room when he went away to college, and I admitted that I had looked at it. Then—I’m not sure why really, I guess I just needed to—I told him that the thing that really turned me on was thinking about him jacking off to it.
I didn’t know how he would react, but we’ve always been close so I didn’t think he would react badly. He asked me if I wanted to see his cock and I said, “yes.” The next thing I knew I was sucking it all the way down to his hilt. It tasted so good! He put me up on an ottoman and started eating my ass. I had seen pictures in his magazines but I never imagined that it would feel so good. When he asked if he could fuck me, there was nothing I ever wanted so bad in my life.
I thought it might hurt but it didn’t, not really. When I woke up this morning, I wasn’t even sore, but my hole did feel different. Now I know what it feels like to have a guy’s cock in it; my hot, sexy, sweet, incredible, brother’s cock. And I know what he tastes like, too. It’s like I can still taste him. I guess that’s what losing your virginity does to you. It’s so crazy. I can hardly believe it happened, but it did.
Cole was still asleep. My cock was so hard it hurt. I just laid there, stroking myself and replaying the last night over and over in my head. I was a little bit nervous. I mean, I was cool with what happened. More than cool! I wanted to do it over and over again. I thought about guys at school that I have crushes on but, after last night, I couldn’t really imagine having sex with them. I just wanted my brother.
The thing was, did Cole want me? What we did just kind of… happened. I’m sure he wasn’t planning on it. I sure wasn’t. I didn’t know if he would want to do it again. He might even regret it. It was just so much that had happened so fast and left so many questions, but even my anxiety didn’t make my cock go soft. It just kept throbbing, and I kept stroking it.
Then I looked up and saw my brother’s stiff throbbing rod poking down from between the bunk bed slats. I guess that answered a lot of my questions. I reached up and touched it. It seemed even bigger than the night before, flashing back to when my brother had shoved the whole thing deep in my hole and up inside my body, and I took it, and begged for more.
I was ready to beg for more, again. I reached up and stroked it, but just a little bit, before I sat up and licked the precum off of his head and then let it slide between my lips. It was as good as I remembered: so warm and alive, and his juice was so sweet and musky. He climbed down out of the bunk and we didn’t say anything. He just sat down on the edge of my bed and I went back to sucking, getting more and more turned on by his moans of pleasure.
I think he was close to coming when he pushed me off and got me on my knees where he could get to my ass. He yanked my briefs down and started eating my hole. When I couldn’t stand it anymore, I stood up and offered him my ass. He actually asked if I was sure I wanted to do it again. I didn’t waste any words, just grunted, “Uh huh.”
He fucked me even harder than last night and I couldn’t believe it was even better! This time he didn’t pull out, he just sped up faster and faster until he let out a deep grunt and I felt the sticky warmth of my brother’s cum filling my hole.