Jay Earns His "A" -- Part 9
By arthur990x
Without further hesitation he looked back at the serious woody his bro was sporting. Simply monstrous. The outline was so clear in the nylon that Jay could even see the thickest vein on the top of the shaft. "Ok," Jay thought. "I at least have to see this thing. That's not a problem, right? Brothers see each other's junk all the time."
Jay knew he wouldn't wake Mark. Mark had always slept like the dead. Even at sleepovers Mark's friends used to draw on his face, put his hand in water, and generally torture him while he slept--yet Mark never once flinched. This was going to be easy . . . and fun.
Jay decided not to go from the waistband. Instead he carefully lifted the cloth from his brother's leg. He pulled it back almost to where Mark's balls should be. His brother's cock emerged from beneath the black nylon and sprung up quickly, flicking the tip of Jay's nose. Mark wasn't wearing any underwear!
Mark's pole stood at full mast, taught and tense, waving slowly in the still, chilly air. Jay was no slacker in the dick department--and he had seen some beautiful penises lately on Amir and Chris--but Mark's dick was like a penis adonis, a classical sculpture of the perfect fuck tool. And it didn't hurt that it was attached to a man who embodied everything Jay loved about himself and . . . about men in general--both sexually and spiritually.
Mark was slightly bigger than Jay in every way--height, weight, build, attitude, cock. Jay had so much respect for Mark because Mark always had so much respect for him, treating Jay as an equal their entire lives. Mark was the one who got Jay into weight training and sports, the guy who taught him how to pick up pussy, the man who he he once jerked off with in middle school. Some things never change, thought Jay, but [starting at Mark's behemoth] I guess some things do . . . .
Jay didn't even notice that during his meandering thoughts he had put a hand on his brother's dick. His first reaction was to remove it, but the shaft felt so good, warm, soft in his hand. Mark had some massive girth; Jay's middle finger just barely connected with the tip of his thumb. And the length . . . wow . . . Jay didn't want to guess for fear of feeling embarrassed by his own dick.
His thumb moved up to the bottom of Mark's cock head, a particularly sensitive spot, Jay knew, and Mark responded accordingly. Maintaining a deep sleep, Mark let out a solid moan. Jay froze momentarily, watching his brother closely for signs of waking but saw none. So he continued slowly stroking the bottom of Mark's dome with the tip of his thumb. He could feel light pulsing in the thick veins beneath his grip. And then he began to stroke.
Jay moved himself up in the seat to give himself a better angle on Mark's member. He slowly worked his hand up and down the massive shaft. He watched Mark's breathing begin to increase and heard light murmurings pass his lips. Jay sat up more and leaned in to listen to what Mark was saying. He could barely make it out.
"Naaaa . . . oh, Na . . . tash . . . ," Mark lightly moaned. Then it clicked for Jay. Natasha was Mark's on again, off again girlfriend. Mark thought Jay was his fucking woman! For some reason, this thought turned Jay on. It was a position of power to control this big guy in front / underneath him, to be able to give him so much intense pleasure. Jay had spent many hours worshipping his big brother, and now he was a moaning pile of hormones in his grip. It was a celebration and control, an honoring and a harnessing.
Jay moved his left hand to Mark's hairy balls, lightly stroking and squeezing and tugging. Mark's jaw dropped open and he let out a deep moan. Jay took that as a sign to continue, so he lowered his head, eyes watching Mark's face carefully, until he took the tip of Mark's penis in his salivating mouth.
"Oh . . . Natasha . . . fuck . . . love your mouth," Mark spoke in his sleep, heading turning slightly back and forth.
Mark's cock tasted saltier than most, but Jay didn't mind. He was in a little bit of heaven massaging this engorged mushroom with his lips and tongue. There wasn't much he could take in his mouth, but for what he lacked in depth he made up for in effort. He used his tongue around the entire head, licking underneath the dome and even in the piss slit. He pulled out all the stops and used the best technique he could in his short education as a cocksucker. He worked Mark's shaft with his right hand, squeezing and rotating up and down the velvety rod. He massaged Mark's nuts with his left hand, slowing moving his finger beneath the balls and to the taint. That's when Jay got his biggest surprise yet.
"Yeah, baby . . . wanna cum . . . put it in there . . . put it in me . . ." Mark mumblegrunted. Jay was so shocked he nearly stopped sucking dick to process what he just heard. His hyper-hetero brother with 20 girlfriends at at time liked having a digit up his ass when he came! "Is this genetic?" Jay wondered, maneuvering his left hand beneath Mark's butt to accommodate his bro's request. "I"m going to have to find a way to bring this up in conversation . . . ."
Jay found the pucker and used the sweat from Mark's ass crack to lube his middle finger. Jay applied some pressure but was shocked how easily his finger went in. He barely had time to wiggle his digit before Mark's face grew tight, his face contorted with pleasurous agony. "I'm . . . I'm . . ." was all he managed to murmur before what seemed like a faucet of cum burst open in Jay's mouth. Jay did his best to swallow the load, but a good amount seeped out the sides of his mouth and dripped down the pulsating prick.
While Jay continued to suck down his bro's creme, Mark's ass sucked on Jay's finger like an infant on a boob. The spasming was so tight it was actually starting to hurt Jay's hand!
Jay worked Mark's dick and ass for what seemed like forever but wasn't nearly long enough. After Mark's cum fountain subsided, his body relaxed and his breathing returned to normal. Jay kept the head in his mouth and began to suck up the left over semen from Mark's dick, legs, and balls. He licked slowly and methodically, not wanting to leave any evidence of what happened . . . but also enjoying his brother's seed. "Some lucky chick will get to chug this for the rest of her life someday," Jay thought. "Might as well take advantage while I can."
Clean up complete, and Mark's dick now only semi-hard, Jay gave Mark's head one final suck/kiss, moved the shorts back into place, and put his head down on his bro's lap again. Mark exhaled some last words, "Love you . . . Natasha."
Jay smiled. But felt something hit him in the back of the head again. Was Mark ready for another blow? It hit him again, harder this time, then a little harder until . . .
"Dude! Jay, wake up!" Mark yelled loudly but not angrily. He was actually laughing a bit. It took Jay a moment to realize where he was--in Mark's truck, laying on his lap, headed for home--and to recognize that Mark had been flicking him in the head.
"You gotta get up, Jay."
Jay sat up and rubbed his face. When he looked down he noticed he had an enormous boner tenting in his jogging shorts. He went to cover it quickly but Mark just laughed.
"Hahahaha. Jay, man. That's why I had to wake you up. You were sporting some serious wood and you started to moan. I thought you were going to wet dream spunk all over my seat!"
Mark laughed but Jay felt a little sad that he actually hadn't given his brother head. And then he felt sad for feeling sad. What was wrong with him?
Mark noticed Jay's down look and started to get serious. This was their first real conversation since they started their drive. He cleared his throat.
"Little bro, Jay, I . . . well . . . I just want you to know . . . that, um, . . ." [Jay looked him straight in the eye with such a sad, puppy dog look. Mark actually had the urge to shed a tear.] "I want you to know that I love you, man. I will no matter what. No matter who you fuck--chick, dude, whatever. As long as you're happy and you're being treated right. You have to be you. I don't understand what's wrong with a nice tight pussy but if that doesn't do it for you . . . well . . . then pound some ass."
Mark could see that Jay was trying unsuccessfully to hold back tears.
"It's OK, Jay. You can tell me anything. I'm your brother. I'm here to help."
So Jay told him everything. Adam, his TA. Amir, his RA. Henry, his classmate. And . . . Chris, his roommate. And when he was done he could see that it was now Mark who was trying unsuccessfully to hold back tears. But these were not tears of sorrow. They were tears of rage.
On the rest of the drive home and during Christmas break, they devised a plan to get revenge.
END OF PART 9
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Hope you enjoyed part 9 of my first story. Comments and constructive criticism are always welcome.
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