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Usual disclaimers: All character are 21+ and it's all fiction and fantasy. If the idea of two grown men fucking around offends you, find something else to do with your time than read this.
Shoutout to Rob Armstrong, Bill Drake, and all the other kinky fucks who have inspired me on this site over the years.
When I woke up to the "gentle" chirps of birds coming from my phone it felt like I was being dragged outta my sleep. I could almost still see the familiar faces of the guys standing above me from my dreams while yawning and rubbing the back of my hands over my eyes. Stretching across the bed, I didn't stop the growl of a yawn that came outta my mouth or my hand that was lazily moving down to my morning wood. After giving my hard 6 inches a coupla good strokes I decided I had enough of how loud my alarm was and reached to shut it off. Wincing at the bright light that cut through the darkness of my room I felt the wheels of my brain turn while I started to wake up.
Blinking away the last bits of sleep while my eyes adjusted, when I was finally able to see the screen I looked straight at the date and time.
"August 4th
3:55 A.M."
Today was officially my 21st birthday.
I shot straight up in bed and threw the covers to the floor. I had no plans for most of the day, 'cept for jerking off, and was ready to get my lazy day started. I was going to spend the next 12+ hours either with my dick super glued to my palm or asleep. Then when night rolled around my dad and bros had a big surprise for me.
They were being extra secretive these last few weeks about what it was. No matter how much I bugged them, all I ever got was "you'll just have to wait and see" from Brad and my Dad. Ryan would usually just try to say something to fuck with me. His current favorite was letting me know that they were actually selling me back to the circus I escaped from
Thinking about the three of them brought back flashes from my dream and didn't help to make my dick go down. That made my face burn in shame.
"You need to get this shit under control and quit being such a perv." was all I could think as I beat myself up for imagining them.
I tried to force my brain to focus on literally anything else, turning on my phone's flashlight to help me look for my shorts in the pitch black of my room.
Squinting while I scanned the room all over, when I finally saw them hanging across the large standing mirror near my dresser I got up to grab them. Making my way carefully through the piles of clothes, books, and other assorted crap that was spread across my floor, I snatched them off the mirror and threw them on. The way the gray flannel material rubbed against my uncut cock made them my favorite thing to wear on days like today.
With my lower-half covered I was ready to head downstairs.
Living in the attic was a blessing most of the time.. until it wasn't. My room was bigger than Brad and Ryan's combined, but I had to deal with an extra set of stairs that could be really fucking noisy. I was reminded of this while I made my way down each step carefully, grateful that the hardwood stayed mostly quiet beneath me.
Even though I like my brothers, I didn't want to accidentally get them up.
I knew the minute they were awake they'd try to hog our shared bathroom and I was in no mood for that bullshit. Between them treating the bathroom like a locker room and their shared inability to leave any hot water for me, it was impossible to have a nice shower. Well, unless I woke up at the asscrack of the morning and got the jump on the two of them. The biggest problem with growing up in a family of athletes though is that everyone is a god damn morning person who likes to be up before the sun.
I grumbled to myself as I reached the bottom of the stairs. It sucked having to not only sneak down here, but now I had to fight to open the rickety bathroom door silently. I cursed at Dad in my head while I crept along for buying a house with bedrooms on either side of the only bathroom on this floor. I was also mad at myself for not remembering to make sure it was left open before I went to bed. Now I had to deal with a whole `nother round of bullshit just to make sure I didn't wake anyone up.
My hand wrapped around the old-as-hell metal handle while I tried to pull down as silently as possible. The doorknob was stuck at first, not wanting to budge until I had to jiggle it with a little force. The sounds echoed through the hallway and I immediately started to sweat. I didn't want to take a chance that anyone would come and check what the noise was, so I slipped in as quietly as possible.
Closing the door behind me, I waited for a few seconds to make sure no one was up before I turned on the light. Once it felt like the coast was clear, my feet were practically sliding across the floor tiles while I got ready for my shower.
Setting my phone on the counter, I selected a deep, thumping beat from my favorite playlist and quickly tore my shorts off. Turning the knob for our shower, I made sure my arm wasn't hit by the scalding-cold water that came out at first. Once all that was done I stood back in front of the sink and waited patiently. Living in an old house out in the country meant having to deal with things like pipes that took way too long to get the hot water running.
While the water worked on getting up to temp I flipped around to face the mirror that hung below the only light in the bathroom. I'm not normally a big fan of staring at myself in the mirror, and even though I was just barely 21, I felt like I was finally starting to look a little more grown.
The parts that made me unique were still there. The scar above my lip from my first (and last) attempt at football was front and center like always. My eyes still had their so-dark-brown-that-they're-almost-black color, and I still had the little freckle on my left cheek. But all in all I was starting to look like a grown man instead of the dorky kid I felt like for so long. My body's reflection in the mirror showed this change and I felt kinda... proud.
My uneven tan had gone away after a summer spent (reluctantly) outside helping Dad while I was off from school, so now my chest and torso were the same medium brown color as the rest of my body. Noticing that my arms and shoulders looked a little more toned than before the summer began, I gave myself a lil' flex and appreciated the (small) gains. Looking down at my chest I ran my fingers over the growing patch of hair that covered the center. Both this and the dark fuzz on my face were nice and newish, and so were the hairs growing over my round belly before thickening into a nice trail leading down to my cock and balls. The black color matched the wavy mullet on the top of my head that I had let Brad talk me into growing. Giving myself another look over, I appreciated that I looked more like a grown man.
Once I finally heard the sound of pipes clanging and water flowing I knew the shower was ready for me.
Pulling back the curtain, I stepped into the water and let out a breath I didn't realize I had been holding. When the warm water first hit my skin it almost made having to be up so early worth it. It felt like I was being massaged awake by a thousand little hands as I circled in place and let the water wash over me. It clung to the fuzziest parts of me when I began to soap up and clean myself. I zoned out while doing so, taking my sweet time in the shower and just letting my mind go wherever it wanted.
The problem with letting your brain wander is that it'll go to places it shouldn't. No matter how much I tried to stop myself, I always seemed to find myself back here.
Dad, Ryan, and Brad were all standing above me in their jockstraps and nothing else while I was kneeling. Dad was in front of them, ready to take what was his. Even with my eyes level with their bulges and my hands tied behind my back, I still tried to lean forward and rub my face against my father's pouch. The once pure white fabric now had a pale yellow perma-stain where the head of his cock rested, with some of the stains looking kinda recent. It was like I could almost smell him through the fantasy. Looking up at `him', my father's blue eyes met mine and he stared down at me with that stern but proud look of his before encouraging me.
"That's right sport, get your face all the way in there. Get nice and covered in your Daddy's funk." He ordered from overhead, his voice nice and relaxed.
With my brain preoccupied my body went on autopilot while I started to rinse off my body wash, my hand moving to pull my foreskin fully back. Once my pink cockhead was fully exposed I was able to give it some proper attention as I continued the scene in my mind.
With my face now covered in his scent my father had taken a step back and urged Brad to stand in front of me next. He looked like he always did, put together and immaculate. While Dad's jock was a mixture of yellow and white, my older brother's still looked like he just took it out of the package. Brad's mitt was reaching into his jock to haul his dick out when I felt my balls start to tighten up like my load was about to shoot. I planned on enjoying a nice, long shower and I wasn't going to ruin it by cumming early so I pulled my hand away just before I tipped over the edge. Letting my dick calm down, I moved on to cleaning my hair while he started to deflate from the lack of attention.
Running my waves and half-curls under the water, I reached for Brad's crappy 2-in-1 hair and body wash and as gay as it sounds, it was like I could practically hear my hair scream when I opened the bottle.
I'm not normally a priss about this kinda stuff, but I tried to take good care of my hair. Otherwise it would look like a fucked up mess. So using Brad's shit was my absolute last resort, but this was all I was able to use after Ryan took the last of my good stuff. It was a little pricey too so I wasn't going to be able to restock for a while. It didn't help that when I told my brother to replace it all he did was say sarcastically "I'll get right on that." before sinking even further into the couch and getting back to his game of CoD.
He could be a major dick when he wanted to be, but.. he was still my big brother. From the time we met when we were in grade school to when Dad adopted me a couple years later, he had always been weirdly protective over me while also being the one who messed with me the most.
He could tease me, usually until I was on the verge of tears when we growing up, but if anyone else so much as thought about fucking with me he was there in an instant. I remember this one snot nosed fucker who was stupid enough to actually try and bully me who ended up with a bloody nose after Ryan found out. He stayed far away from me after that.
The only problem with having a bodyguard was that it scared everyone else off.
It wasn't until I reached high school and was dragged into Ryan's stoner-jock group that I finally had "friends". In reality, I was a lot more like their errandbitch who got to hang out quietly in the back with my big brother's bros. If anyone had an issue no one said anything about it to me directly.
It's not like it would've mattered if they had anyway. Ryan got his way more often than not and if he wanted me to hang around then that was going to happen. He always had this "I'm hot shit " attitude that was like he challenged others to defy him.
Ryan had all the confidence (without any of the humility) of our father, but paired with a slick tongue I think he got from his mom's Dad. I heard stories about the silver-fox who left a trail of women penniless, pregnant, and heartbroken throughout Texas, and Ryan wasn't that far off. He could get anyone to fall for his bullshit in under 5 minutes flat. It didn't matter if you were a cop writing him a ticket or a girl he was trying to impress, my brother had the kind of personality where people outside the family fell under his spell.
Maybe he actually is magic, or maybe its because like our Dad and brother he's a stud.
While they looked more like your stereotypical All-American athletes from the country, Ryan was built like one of those British rugby guys. Beefy, strong, and rough looking. Especially with his twice-broken nose and wide frame. The deeply colored eyes were a shared characteristic between the three of them. Brad and Dad's eyes reminded me of the ocean while Ryan's were more like a forest. They were always intensely staring at me too. Sometimes when he looked at me and I'd catch him it was like getting in a stare-off with a bear. He looked like one too, his body being covered all over in thick hair that matched the short curls on top of his head.
Picturing Ryan had been all I needed to start my second round, my cock bobbing up and down in excitement as the water came down on me. Gripping myself, I thought about how my brothers would often wrestle with each other. Their matches could last forever, usually both of them being too stubborn to admit defeat. So they would go `til a truce was called, or until I laughed a little too loud and drew attention to myself. Then it was my turn.
They would let go of each other, and then Ryan would stare me down and circle me while I tried to avoid him. When we were younger this would end with me on the ground, bent up like a human pretzel. I would be crying and begging for Ryan to let me go or Brad to help me out. He wouldn't stop until I said that I was a pussy/bitch/sissy, unless Dad walked into the room and made him let me go. Now that we were older I would try to actually fight back. Sometimes I would get lucky and escape by dodging him until I managed to run up to my room.
What really drove me crazy were the thoughts of what would happen if I actually just said fuck it and gave in to him. My brain swam with thoughts of where I put up a fight and struggled until I had nothing left to give and Ryan would hold me down and use me however he wanted. That was where my mind went as I sped my hand up and decided to screw the edging session. I had made up my mind to just shoot my load then and there, knowing that I had at least 3 more loads inside my full nuts, until I heard the familiar sound of piss hitting the toilet bowl.
Stopping dead in my tracks, I let go of myself and tried to figure out what was going on.
I was supposed to be the only one up right now.
Without turning the water off I stepped back as quietly as I could in the shower and peaked my head out from behind the curtain. My stomach dropped to the floor and the guilt started to pour in when I saw him standing there. Ryan's gray briefs could barely hold in his round, fuzzy ass and I was almost hypnotized by it until he moved. My entire body started to seize up, and it didn't relax until I saw his eyes were closed tight and he was only yawning and stretching. With one hand still on his dick as he continued to pee, I saw the other move to scratch the dark clump of hair that lined the inside of his pit. If I wasn't so annoyed I probably would've gotten lost into perving on him without his knowledge. But I was feeling more than a lil' frustrated, so instead I moved back behind the curtain and under the showerhead.
I spent the next few moments washing myself off one last time and trying to figure out what to do next. Now that one of my brothers was up my morning plans were screwed. In a minute Ryan was going to want to grab a shower before getting ready for his day at work, and that meant I didn't have long before he would start bothering me to finish up. I wasn't in the mood to deal with his bullshit so I only stewed briefly in the water before reaching to shut it off. The only issue was that when I bent over to twist the knob I almost tripped over myself when I felt a quick smack on my ass. Looking behind me I saw Ryan, that stupid teasing smirk of his pointed my way.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" I whisper-shouted at my brother, hoping my voice sounded as mad as I was.
I could feel that my face was red from a mixture of anger and embarrassment. When my eyes naturally fell to his bulge for the shortest of seconds and I saw how fat his dick looked I felt it get a few shades deeper for an entirely new reason.
If Ryan had caught me he didn't say anything about it. Instead, he casually scratched at his hairy chest and looked at me with mild amusement and glazed over eyes before replying.
"Calm down," he started before yawning. "just wanted to see if you were gonna take much longer."
His voice was still rough as he tried to clear the sleep from his throat. He sounded sexy as fuck, and a part of me knew that later I would be jerking off to the thought of him ordering me around with that voice. But for now I was annoyed and chose instead to give Ryan a shitty sounding "All yours" before trying to step past him. He let out a goading "Someone's snippy" in my direction before continuing to try and talk at me. I did my best to tune him out as I stepped onto the bathroom floor and looked around for my towel.
The drying rack was empty, my shorts were nowhere to be found, my music was off, my phone was gone, and I was dripping wet.
As water fell off me and onto the tile I knew instantly that my brother hid them from me. Probably as part of some dumb `prank'.
We may have been close in age, but you would've never guessed that with the fact that he still acted like a dumbass teen.
Turning to face Ryan, I had to stop a startled yell from coming out when I saw he had managed to sneak up behind me.
"Jesus-fucking-christ. What the fuck is wrong with you?" I hissed quietly, smacking his chest and stumbling back until I hit the wall as I tried to catch my breath.
"Watch it!" He threatened, rubbing the spot I hit like I actually managed to hurt him when we both knew I didn't.
"Anyway, you weren't responding when I was trying to talk with you. Were you even listening?" Ryan asked in a way that left my skin feeling prickly all over. His face was still neutral, though something was obviously going on inside that twisted head of his.
I kept quiet, but shook my head back and forth in response. I tried to keep my eyes locked on his, but all of Ryan's 5'9 frame was in my view now.
He looked even more handsome now than he did in my head. His curls were messy from having just woken up and I noticed the pillow lines on the freshly shaved sides of his head. Fucker had money to go to the barber but couldn't be bothered to get me more shampoo. Shit, the asshole even paid for them to lineup his beard too. The barber had trimmed the hair above and around his lips into a... decent looking mustache that lead into his beard and highlighted his perfectly shaped lips... Fuck... They were so pink and soft looking, and maybe a little wet? I couldn't stop wondering why they looked like he had just licked them while my eyes naturally moved downwards to the rest of his body.
Later I would probably realize it was this stupid impulse that would help change the rest of my life.
Looking at my brother's imposing as shit build, I was a lil' annoyed that he could make me feel this way even though I was so much taller than him. With broad shoulders and a meaty chest pressed out in front of him he made me feel half his size. Even more so when he folded his arms in front of him. It accentuated just how large his arms were and the beginnings of a round muscle gut. Even further below his soft dick hung freely. I didn't catch when he dropped his briefs but when I did notice the large thatch of dark hair that covered his cock and balls, I tried to bring my gaze back to Ryan's... but it wasn't quick enough.
I knew the moment his mouth started to shift into that shitty little look of his that I was fucked. So instead of dealing with whatever was about to happen with him I turned on my heel and tried to hightail it out the door. I say tried because I had barely made it a single step forward before Ryan's hand shot out against the wall and kept me from being able to move. Having shorter arms he had to get pretty close to me to do so.
I could feel his hair tickling against my back, the just-barely-there touch making me want to shiver.
I was trapped, and even if I could push past him it's not like there was much space to run to.
Our bathroom was small compared to the one connected to Dad's room, but with how close we were it felt like the room was getting even more confined.
Raising my arms up, I tried to push Ryan away but it was like trying to move a mountain. So I chose to use my hands to cover the traitor that was my hardening dick instead, and hoped that whatever he was planning would be over quick.
"Calm the fuck down lil' bro, all I wanna do is give you your birthday gift." He said smugly, one of his hands grabbing and maneuvering my own until it was wrapped around his semi-hardon.
When my brain processed what was happening it was like a powderkeg had gone off and I was trying to not implode when I felt him stiffen in my hand. His calloused grip guided me, wrapping my fingers around his thick dick and forcing me to pump him up and down as I tried to think. I knew that I should've tried to push him away, but I couldn't deny I had wanted something like this to happen for so goddamn long. With my mind in an anxious spiral as I tried to figure out if this was a prank or some sort of fucked up test, my dick was thumping against my hand and begging for attention.
I didn't have to wait for an answer. Not long after he had gotten fully hard I heard my brother mumble "Fuck it" to himself before pulling my face to his.
It wasn't how I thought my first kiss with another guy would go, but when his lips pressed against my own I couldn't have cared less. I didn't attempt to stop him, instead choosing to kiss Ryan back with matched energy. His beard scratched against my skin as we made out hungrily with his tongue forcing his way inside my mouth and trying to take control. Like everything else between us though, I wasn't going to give in all the way without a fight. I moved my hand to his chest and gripped his pecs firmly in my hand. Catching him off guard I smiled into the kiss, surprising him again by overpowering his tongue and pressing against him.
It didn't last long though, Ryan quickly regained composure and steadied himself before smacking my cheeks and gripping one in each hand harshly. There was no stopping the electric jolt he sent down my spine or the sound that came from my throat. It wasn't entirely a moan, but it wasn't a warning to stop either.
Realizing what I had done, my eyes bolted open in shock only to see Ryan staring back at me with his grip on me tightening. One hand removed from my ass and moved to the back of my neck forcing me to look at him while the other kept clenching my cheek. His grin was mean and it made my dick flex in excitement. With how close we were I could feel my uncut head rub against his large thigh, and when he moved it just a little bit closer it bent my dick at an uncomfortable angle. It was like that sudden twinge of unpleasant pain had brought me back to reality.
As hard as I was, there was no way this could be anything but bad fucking news.
"Ryan we gotta stop.. this is..." I started before trailing off, gesturing with my hands when my voice failed.
"What?" My brother questioned, an annoyed frown on his face.
"This is fucked up. What if Brad or Dad-"
"Don't worry about it." He interrupted. "You're overthinking again Jimmy. We're just gonna spend some time hanging out together like we always do. No biggie."
"Are you seri-" I started to yell before he silenced me again.
"Jimmy it's only a big deal if you make it one. If you really want to stop, let me know now. Otherwise..." he , letting me fill in the blanks. For the first time in a long time all the playful teasing and sarcasm between us was gone.
Thinking it over, I knew that if I left now we could at least pretend everything up to now didn't happen. But looking at him again, hard and waiting for my answer, I knew there wasn't really a choice.
"No one can know about this." I said as I got on my knees and pulled my brother to me by his ass.
A little grunt/exhale came from above as he moved forward. Now that I was up close and personal with his dick, it was like I was looking at it under a magnifying glass. I couldn't tell what I noticed first, the fat mushroom head or the fact that it was as thick as a beer bottle.
Leaning forward tentatively I put his circumcised head in my mouth and swirled my tongue around like it was a lollipop. I had never done anything with another guy before now; I was always too nervous to go out and hook up with a random dude out here. But between Ryan's hand patting the side of my face and the moans that were just barely loud enough for me to hear, I knew I was doing something right.
I tried to focus on getting more of him into my mouth bit by bit, but as I got closer to my goal I started getting distracted by the smell. Ryan was starting to work up a sweat and as I got closer to his bush the natural funk was getting stronger. This was all Ryan. No cologne, no soap, nada. It was kind of spicy and overwhelming, but in the best possible way. It wasn't the most horrible smell in the world and I soon realized that I actually kind of liked it the longer I kept myself on him.
While Ryan wasn't horse hung, it took me a lil' bit to get used to all of his girth in my mouth. Blinking away the tears that wanted to form in my eyes, I saw that I still had a few inches to go until I reached the base. My mouth was already full to the brim thanks to the width of his dick and I could feel my throat wanting to gag at the intruder; I kept myself glued to his crotch and tried to breathe through my nose like I had seen so many tops tell their bottoms to do in porn.
It was easier said than done though, and when it felt like my throat had enough I began to slowly pull off until I felt Ryan's fingers running through my hair. It was a nice and encouraging feeling that made me excited to try again, but when I reached the tip of his head everything changed.
His fingers pulled at my hair so that he had a steel vice on my head, forcing me to go back down on him.
I tried tapping his thigh to let him know that I needed to breathe, but instead of letting me go he started to pump his hips in a fucking motion as he kept my head in place. My eyes stayed level with his bush as he did so, the moans and soft "oh fuck"s that he would let out the only noise filling the bathroom... that and the squelching noises that came from me getting my throat fucked like this. There was no escaping him and as I felt myself begin to choke up, I started hitting his meaty leg to really let him know I needed to breathe. But he just kept me where I was and stood firm while he got off. That's when I did something that shocked both of us.
Once I began to feel light headed I moved from hitting his thigh to rearing my hand back to slap my brother's nuts. When my hand made contact with his egg-sized balls, it was like time stopped.
The sudden shift from all the blowjob noises filling the bathroom to complete silence to the sound of Ryan and I both trying to suck in as much air as we could was a lot. I felt his hand release the grip on my head as he cupped himself and tried to soothe his sore balls. Scooting backwards, and out of his grabbing range, I tried to regain my breath as I coughed up a large wad of a phlegm onto the bathroom tile. After heaving for a minute, and once I felt like I was okay, the anger took over and I was ready to fight.
"You..fucking..asshole!" I whisper-screamed at him while he silently glared daggers at me. I tried to keep myself as quiet as possible since Brad was asleep next door. The last thing we needed was for him to find us like this.
He didn't respond and I didn't want him to. I was seething as I rubbed my throat until I felt like I could talk, `cause he was going to get a piece of my mind. We stared each other down for a while, until I finally stood up and saw his anger turn into a smirk. Following his eyes, I looked down and was shocked to see my dick was still achingly hard.
What the fuck was wrong with me that I was still hard after that? While I was left standing there dumbstruck and trying to rationalize what happened, Ryan figured this would be the perfect opportunity to pick himself up off the floor and come over to me.
"So my lil' bro wants to be treated like a bitch, huh?" He asked with a dangerous edge to his voice as he crowded my personal space. "If that's the case Jimmy all you had to do was let me know and we could've saved some time."
I was about to tell him to fuck off when I saw Ryan's hand spring into action to pinch one of my nipples, effectively shutting me up as I cried out like a whore before slamming my hands over my mouth. I was torn between the fear of someone catching us and the fact that my brother's hands sent thunder through my body when he touched me. It was a crazy feeling as he pulled my nipple towards him, pinching the nub in between his thumb and pointer finger harshly. Part of me raged at the pain, trying to make myself not enjoy it.
Especially not when he said stupid shit like that.
But the louder, hornier part of me loved it even more and wanted to see how far he would go. So instead of saying yes, I let out a struggled "fuck you" and tried to get him away from me. That only tortured my chest more since his grip never loosened. Ryan had me right how he wanted me and I had no chance to escape even if I wanted to. He knew this and decided to reach up and smash his lips against my own again. This kiss was more forceful than the first, his tongue invading my mouth and his teeth pulling at my lips. It hurt and I didn't stop the low hiss I let out from the new pain as he continued, but there was no struggle to really be had as we stared into one another's eyes as he slowly pulled back and released his grip on me before speaking.
"Beg me to keep going right now.. No wait..." He said as something more devious came to his mind and that grin that would've made the devil jealous was back. "Tell me you want to be my bitch. Beg for me to keep going. Show me how bad you want this." and when I looked at him like he was crazy he accentuated his point by finishing with "Say it or else we stop, here and now." before moving just out of reach.
I was quickly learning that trying to think rationally in a dick-fueled high was next to impossible. I knew deep inside that I should've stopped this at anypoint up to now. But even though Ryan was actually giving me an out.. I didn't wanna take it.
Swallowing the lump in my throat, I began to tentatively nod my head while trying to choke out the words.
"I-I want you to keep going. Please." I `begged'. It was a piss poor attempt, and Ryan's unamused face let me know that I had to do better if I really wanted him to continue.
"You know what I wanna hear."
"Iwannabeyourbitch" I rushed out in a jumble.
"What was that?" My brother questioned dickishly, exaggerating his point by holding his cupped hand to his ear. Holding off for only a few seconds, I grumbled out an extended "fuuuuuck" before giving him what he wanted.
"Please.. Make me your bitch big bro." I said, burying my head in my hands as I felt whatever bullshit sense of prudishness I had left die inside for now. There wasn't much time to sit in my shame though before Ryan's hand was grabbing my hair and pulling my head up.
"Was that so hard birthday boy?" He asked before tapping my face with his open palm lightly. Not hard enough to actually cause me pain, but enough to let me know I was fucked, before he continued. "Now I do believe I owe ya something."
Both of my brothers had always been stronger than me, but I was still surprised when Ryan was able to manhandle me and put me flat onto the bathroom floor tile. He was quick about making sure I couldn't move, angling us so that he was sitting on my back with his meaty quads keeping my arms pinned at my sides. I tried to struggle but all that got me was a harsh smack across my ass.
"Quit wiggling around. You're not going nowhere so just sit back and enjoy your gift." he demanded, and before I could ask what he meant the feeling of Ryan's rough palm resting against my backside let me know what to expect. "Count them." my brother not-so-quietly barked, sounding like a drill sergeant.
I had to stop myself from shivering from nervousness and excitement.
I knew what was coming next but I still wasn't prepared for how much it would hurt when he spanked me. This was another first so my dick was in whiplash mode with how everything was going. One moment I'm on the verge of cumming, and the next my dick losing some of its hardness as the white, hot pain hit me.
My body was forced into autopilot as I called out "One".
Whoever was controlling me made sure to still be quiet enough to not wake up our brother, but Ryan didn't seem to care about anything else aside from punishing me.
His hand was large enough to cover most of one cheek with a single hit, so when he switched to the other for the second it felt like the pain spread evenly between them.
I felt a little out of it as I counted "Two", and that only continued after each slap.
After the first dozen were done and counted for I was ready to start yelling out from the pain. I could feel the inside of my cheek turning raw from how hard I was biting down to keep myself quiet. At this point it wasn't even because I was worried about waking up the house. I just wasn't going to give Ryan the pleasure of hearing me give in... just yet. I may have wanted to submit but it didn't mean I wasn't giving in without a fight, and it seemed like my brother knew that as he brought his hand down harder than before. This particular smack left me seeing stars.
"C'mon, don't tell me you're bitching out now Jimmy." Ryan taunted me after I took too long to call out the number.
I was feeling more than a little humiliated at this point, but I wanted to see how far he would take it. So instead of trying to escape him, I used what little wiggle room I still had to angle my ass so it was raised up and gave him better access to me. Shaking it teasingly I replied "Not on your life pussy.", though my voice cracking and harsh breathing betrayed how confident I was actually feeling. Once he realized that I wasn't trying to leave, Ryan resituated himself before reaching back, pulling my thighs open and grabbing my quickly re-hardening 6 inches. I could've cum then and there, and I probably would've, if he didn't release my dick before gripping my sensitive nutsack in his hands tightly before thumping them with his thick fingers.
I could feel my balls scream from the pain of him basically using them like a fucking fidget toy, and with his free hand he managed to smack relentlessly across my ass without giving me a chance to count them out. It was at this point that something in me broke. I should've been seeing red, but there wasn't any more fight in me after this double assault on my body. I couldn't scream or fight back.
Not even a full minute before I was trying to talk shit to my brother to get him mad, but in this moment I was done trying to act like I didn't want this. Like I didn't want him to boss me around and use me even harder than he was right now.
My cheeks already felt like they were burning red at this point, and it was then that I finally cried out as he doled out the last swat.
This earned an appreciative "hmm" from Ryan before he began rubbing his hand across my ass, and I imagined he was admiring his work.
"You gonna wimp out now bitch?" he asked, all that snarkiness back in his voice making my cock twitch as I called out "No Sir". With that, he finally let go of my junk and I was able to breathe a little easier.
I didn't know how he would react when I said "Sir". I mean, I was basically just copying what I had seen the bottoms do in the kinkier porn vids I liked.
Plus it felt kinda... natural (as crazy as that sounds) when the word came out.
I heard him let out a happy little grumble while he patted my back comfortingly. He didn't say anything though, just letting both of us take in the change that had happened. A few moments had passed when I finally felt brave enough to ask for more.
"Please finish?"
And before I had said anything else, Ryan gave me what I wanted and more. His hand moved like a jackrabbit after that. Each smack was followed by another, stronger than the one before it, and I counted every single one of them out for him.
"14 Sir!"
"15 Sir!"
"16 Sir!"
"17 Sir!"
"18 Sir!"
"19 Sir!"
"20 S-sir" I stumbled as I noticed that the pain was finally starting to get to me.
My ass would be sore for the rest of the day but the realization of that only made me feel happy. I liked how he made me feel weak compared to him.
I also found out that I really liked the feeling of him spanking me over and over again until I was near the edge of what would've been too much for me to handle.
When the last hit landed, I practically yelled "21 Sir!", forgetting any idea of staying quiet as I felt myself collapse into a heap on the floor. I could feel the layer of sweat covering my body, and I knew that if I felt like this then Ryan must've been drenched.
Laying there and calming down, I felt my brother's slick skin pulling away from my own as Ryan moved so that he was kneeling right next to my head.
"Good job."
It wasn't exactly high praise, but it made me feel good regardless.
After another few minutes of letting me rest, Ryan's hands were on me again. This time he was lifting me up by my pits until I was steady on my knees. I was sore as hell but when I looked up at him and saw the pre-cum strand hanging from the tip of his hard dick I knew I wasn't finished just yet.
Without realizing it I was already inching closer to my brother's dick. The masculine funk coming from his body was drawing me in until my nose was finally buried in his pubes.
"You like that bitch? Ya like how your big bro smells?" He questioned before guiding my head up so that we were now eye to eye.
"You stink... but it smells so fucking good.." I replied in a daze, mostly because it was true and partly because I wanted him to let me go so I could do more.
"Fuck, if I had known it was this easy..." Ryan mumbled under his breath before addressing me again. "Alright, enough talkin'. Get on my fucking dick."
While his hand kept a loose position on top of my head, I was on Ryan like a madman. I started by licking up the pre-cum that was leaking out of his cockhead, slowly rubbing my tongue all over and savoring its light taste before moving to the shaft. It was perfectly thick and curved just slightly upwards towards the sky. I took my time worshiping every single inch of him, and from the way Ryan was reacting from above, he was having just as much fun as I was.
But once he had decided that he was ready for more, Ryan gripped my hair with an iron fist.
"Watch your teeth." He warned before aiming his dickhead for my mouth and pressing forward.
I didn't need him to tell me twice. I was extra careful and made sure to open as wide as I could while covering my teeth. He began to fuck in and out, his circumcised cock diving deeper and deeper into my with each pump of his hips. Once I had gotten the first 3 or 4 inches of him inside, Ryan finally released his hold on my hair only to grab my ears and use them like they were handles.
He may have let me go slow at first, letting me get used to sucking him off, but now that he wanted more I was nothing but a living jackoff toy for him. I hadn't even gotten him all the way down just yet, but all he did was mutter something about how I better not try to pull back. My brother didn't seem to realize just how much I was in hog heaven and had no intentions of leaving until I had drained his load. My throat may have been on fire but I wasn't a quitter. He picked up his speed slowly while gradually trying to get the last few inches of his dick down my throat. When he finally did get me all the way down, he barely stopped for a moment to enjoy the feeling before pounding into my face like a beast. I could feel my eyes start to water as I tried to blink it away, a small puddle of drool already forming underneath me from my mouth. The room was filled with the sounds of sucking, gagging, and his balls slapping against my chin. All that was missing was the cheesy porno soundtrack.
I tried to suck in air through my nose as I started gagging more and more. It was hard to do while being facefucked, especially when all I could smell was Ryan.
After a few struggled inhales it was like a fucked up head high that I wanted more of.
I started taking a more active role in getting him off.
Moving my hands to his sweaty, low-hangers I began to massage his nutsack. This earned another appreciative groan from my brother along with a more appreciative pat of his palm to the side of his face. At that moment I didn't care how full my throat felt or how much I wanted to breathe. I was getting him off and that load was going inside me if it was the last thing I did.
I could feel the head of his cock hitting the back of my throat repeatedly until it felt like it was too much to handle. It was almost like he was stabbing into my mouth with his dick, and I could tell with how jerky his movements were that Ryan was getting ready to shoot. So I was more than a little shocked when he pushed me away from him suddenly, falling back onto my ass while all I could do was watch him takeover jerking himself off.
"Open wide birthday bro!" Ryan grunted out as his hand moved up and down his cock rapidly, muttering out "fuck" to no one in particular when he finally did start to cum.
It shot from him like a bullet, painting my stomach, chest, and crotch in rope after rope of his load.
Once Ryan was slouched over and using the sink to steady himself, I got back on my knees and popped him back in my mouth. I had barely taken his head in and swirled my tongue over it when I heard him shudder above me as the last little bits of his nut poured out. I had never liked my own cum when I had tried it before, and maybe it was just because I was stupidly horny, but when I tasted Ryan's it was a whole new experience. I didn't have much to compare it to, but I knew that I loved it. I enjoyed the savory taste and the feeling of it in my mouth for a moment before finally swallowing it down and releasing his dick with a `pop' as he pulled away. This earned me a full body shudder from Ryan who decided to join me on the floor.
I didn't know what was going to happen next, but I was a little shocked when Ryan pulled me close. Wrapping his arm around my shoulder, I could feel his damp pit hair rubbing against my skin when he started talking to me.
"Good birthday so far?" he asked, turning to look at me. His smile was relaxed, and his green eyes looked slightly glazed over. It reminded me of when we would smoke weed together when Brad and Dad were both out of the house. He was a thousand miles away in the post-nut high and I felt some pride knowing I caused that.
As his cum dried against my skin, I tried to figure out my answer. My dick may have still been hard, but it was like all the energy had left me now that we were more or less done. While my mind tried to come back down to earth, I could feel the overthinking spiral begin again. All the worst case scenarios that could happen after this started playing in my brain. Dad finding out and disowning me. The disgusted look on Brad's face when he found out what I had done. Pressing my head back against the wall and closing my eyes, I tried to think of what to do next.
After my non-answer, Ryan bumped my side against his and tried to pull me out of my head.
"You good?" He asked with what sounded like genuine concern in his voice.
Shaking my head I finally gave him an answer.
"I don't know... It's a-fucking-lot. I still can't believe we did that and and and what if Dad or Brad find out? Then what's going to happen? Did we fuck up? What if-"
"Calm down." Ryan said, and even though it was like he was trying to help me, it came out more like an order instead.
"Take a deep breath." That was an order from him, and after I took a large inhale in and exhaled out he continued. "Like you said earlier, this is just between us. You think I want to deal with anyone finding out either?" Ryan asked.
My brain understood that his logic made sense... even if it wasn't happy about it.
"What's done is done lil' bro. You can either stress out and ruin all the fun we just had, or you can just relax and enjoy it. Plus, you gotta admit that all of this was worth it." He said while gesturing to himself.
I had no other response than to just take his word and lean back against him, enjoying his warmth as we relaxed for what felt like both too long and too short.
When Ryan finally did start to get up, I could see his dried cum cracking against my skin as I moved. I fought between wiping it off now, or letting it chill there as a kinda gross reminder of this morning.
After offering me a hand, I watched Ryan walk over to the small wooden cabinet under the sink and reach inside. I was wondering what he was up to, until that curiosity turned into a half-annoyed eye roll when I saw my shorts and phone in my brother's hands.
"What? Had to make sure you had a reason to stick around, ya know?" He said, though the shit eating grin on his face told me he wasn't sorry at all as he walked away. "You better get out of here. Brad's gonna be up soon and unless you want him or Dad seeing you..."
After I was re-dressed, I finally took a look at my phone and saw that it was nearly 5 A.M. That meant that everyone would be up soon to get their day started. Giving my brother one last look as he stood there in the shower, he paid no attention my way as he turned on the water. I quickly took a pic of his thick, soft dick hanging between his legs as Ryan started to let the water fall on top of him. I still had plans for later today, and the picture + the memories from this morning would be the perfect fuel for a long, extended bate session.
Once I was out the door and it was closed with me on the other side, it was like I could finally breathe again. Taking in a large gulp of air, I mentally thanked whatever god was out there for already making this the best birthday of my life as I inched towards my stairs. I thought about using my phone to help me find my way to the stairwell, but instead I decided to just walk blindly in the pitch black of it all. I was barely at the openining when I heard what sounded like the distinct creak of the other set of stairs being walked on. Not wanting to risk running into anyone else this morning, I climbed the stairs two at a time as fast as I could.
I had barely made it up to my bedroom door when the house started to come alive. It began with Brad leaving his room and banging on the bathroom door, yelling at Ryan to hurry up before he made his way downstairs. The heavy thumps of his feet falling on the old wood were followed by the noise of the TV turning on and the volume being raised annoyingly high. One of their sports morning news shows had a panel where the guests were arguing over some player's stats, and even though I couldn't hear much through all of it, the faint scent of coffee let me know Dad was up already too.
After carefully closing my door behind me to make sure no sound was made, I landed on my bed and let the exhaustion hit. I didn't even waste time in getting under the covers or undressing again because once my head was on a pillow I was out like a light.
Soon enough I was dreaming of Ryan and all the ways that I wanted him to boss me around.