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The plane shuddered as it took off from Nashville, and lifted off to the west heading toward Phoenix. There, Jordan Rodgers, Vanderbilt's quarterback, had a short layover before boarding another plane for San Diego. He had a short break between SEC Media Days and the beginning of summer practices, so he was taking advantage of the time to go visit his brother Aaron before he had to report to camp in Green Bay. They hadn't seen each other in a few months, and Jordan was looking forward to spending some time with his big brother, and definitely some time on the beach as well.
As the plane leveled off, Jordan got comfortable in his seat and leaned his head back, ready to take a much needed nap. At Media Days, he'd met Missouri's wide receiver at one of the hotel parties, and he wasn't sure how it happened (lots of alcohol was involved) but he ended up on the receiving end of this guy's 8-inch cock the rest of the time in Alabama, and he was exhausted from it. The thought of Vanderbilt's inaugural trip to Columbia, Missouri, in a couple weeks made his cock jump.
He woke up when the plane hit the tarmac in Arizona. His layover was short, and the next flight was pretty much just a takeoff and landing, so there wasn't going to be much more nap time. When the time came from him to disembark, he grabbed his carry on from the bin, walked up the jetway, and found the gate for his next flight. Before long, he'd be in Southern California, where the weather was about 30 degrees cooler than Tennessee and his brother was waiting to pick him up.
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Aaron Rodgers was pretty stoked for his little brother to get to town. He had a few media interviews he had to do before heading back to Wisconsin, but other than that, his schedule for the next couple days was completely clear. He drove down to the airport, and after Jordan texted him that they were on the ground, he found the door his brother would be coming out of. He pulled off to the side of the road and looked around before spotting him just as he walked out.
The weather, of course, was beautiful, it being San Diego, and the first thing Jordan did after he got in the car and greeted his brother was to dig into his bag and grab his sunglasses. They took off toward Aaron's house north of town, and talked about their lives, their summers, and their upcoming seasons. It was pretty much as though they'd never really been apart.
No one knew that Jordan was gay, and he had another kind of weird secret too. He'd always kind of had a thing for his brother. When he was 15, Aaron was home from college one holiday and Jordan had caught him jacking off in his bedroom at their parents's house. Ever since, the image of Aaron's big, manly hand pulling on his 7.5 inch cock and of his low-hanging balls bouncing along to the movement had crept into Jordan's late-night jerk off fantasies more times that he was comfortable admitting to himself. He was sure nothing would ever happen between them, but deep in the back of his mind he kind of hoped something would. But he always kept a focus on not getting awkward around Aaron, and this trip was no different.
That night, Aaron grilled out on the deck behind his house, overlooking the ocean. He and Jordan put down quite a few beers and ate a lot of delicious food. Before long, though, jet lag and the preceding week started to catch up with Jordan and he was ready for bed. He helped Aaron clean up, then said good night and went up to his room. He stripped down to his boxers and got into bed. His head barely hit the pillow before he was asleep.
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In the middle of the night, Jordan woke up and needed to pee. He walked out into the hall and down to the bathroom. He noticed Aaron's bedroom door was cracked open and the light was on, but he didn't think much of it. He went in the bathroom and pulled out his cock, letting a stream of piss hit the toilet and feeling some much needed relief. All that beer at dinner really got to him.
He washed his hands and turned off the light, ready to head back to bed. As he passed Aaron's room again, he heard the same rhythmic slapping he'd heard all those years ago in their parents' house -- Aaron was jacking off. "Oh jeez," Jordan mumbled to himself, letting his morbid curiosity get the best of him as he peered into the room, still unseen from the bed where Aaron was laying naked with eyes closed and his cock in his hand.
"Oh, Jordan," he moaned. "God, your ass is tight. Mmmmmm..."
"Oh, shit," Jordan thought to himself. "He's thinking about me!"
Jordan's 7-inch cock had sprung to life as soon as he'd realized what his brother was up to, but as soon as he realized his brother had the same fantasy he did, it got as hard as he could ever remember it being. It almost hurt he was so boned up.
"Mmm, yeah, bro," Aaron moaned again, still oblivious to the fact that the door was even open, let alone that his brother was standing right there watching everything unfold. "Take this big cock."
Jordan took that as a cue, and walked in the room, his cock sticking out of the fly of his boxers. "Ok, bro. If that's what you really want."
Aaron sat up with a start, his hairy legs hanging over the edge of the bed and his cock leaking onto his belly. "Oh, fuck, Jordan. I thought you were in bed asleep."
"I was, but I got up to pee and heard you in here whacking off. And moaning about me taking your cock up my ass. And if that's what you really want, then I'm happy to oblige."
"Dude, are you serious?"
"Yeah man. That's what I've wanted ever since I caught you whacking off that time when I was a teenager. Before you fuck me though..."
Jordan Pulled his boxers down and kicked them across Aaron's bedroom floor. He got down on his knees between Aaron's legs and took his cock into his mouth.
"Oh god, Jordan. This is so wrong. But...don't...ughhhh..."
"Don't stop, you mean?" Jordan asked, grinning up at his brother before going down on him again. He was doing an expert job, and Aaron wasn't going to last long if he kept it up.
"Dude, I'm getting close. Come up here."
Jordan climbed up on the bed and laid back as Aaron returned the favor, first jacking Jordan's cock with one of his big hands then taking it into his mouth. Jordan felt a wave of pleasure and a flood of emotion as his biggest fantasy continued to come true. He put his hands on Aaron's muscular shoulders and let him take control.
"Bro, I've wanted this for so long," he said.
"Ummm hmmm," Aaron grunted, sending vibrations down Jordan's cock that nearly sent him into orbit.
This went on for a bit until Jordan got impatient for the main event. He pulled Aaron up until Aaron was straddling him, and kissed his brother long and deep.
"I want you inside me," he said.
"You sure, bro?"
"I've never been more sure of anything," Jordan replied.
Aaron reached over into the drawer of one of his nightstands and pulled out a bottle of lube. He rubbed some all over his cock, and instructed Jordan to stand up and lean over the bed. Aaron stood up as well, getting in position behind his brother. He squeezed a little more lube onto the tips of his fingers, and spread Jordan's asscheeks to rub it around his hole.
Jordan moaned at the feeling of Aaron's fingers pressing on his asshole.
"You really are ready for this, aren't you?" Aaron asked, before putting his cock right up to Jordan's hole. "Open up."
Jordan loosened his muscles, and he felt his brother push his cock into his ass. Before long, he was all the way in, and Jordan was writhing in pleasure.
"Aaron, this feels so good. Fuck me hard."
Aaron obliged, grabbing Jordan's hips and really drilling him. He moved on hand to Jordan's shoulder to get some leverage, and kept going.
"Your ass is just as tight as I imagined."
"Don't stop. Don't...slow down," Jordan gasped. He'd grabbed his cock and started beating off.
"Mmm. No problem," Aaron replied. Adrenaline was pumping through him, and he felt like he could go at this all night.
Suddenly, he pulled out and pushed his brother down onto the bed before flipping him over. "I want to look at you when we cum," he said, as Jordan wrapped his legs around his torso and he pushed his cock back into his brother's ass.
He pulled almost all the way out, then jammed his cock back in. Jordan could feel him hitting his g-spot and knew it wouldn't belong before he fulfilled his brother's request. He put one hand on his cock and the other on Aaron's hairy chest, rubbing one of his pecs.
The feeling of his brother's hand on his chest put Aaron over the top.
"Oh, Jordan. Here I come," he shouted, spurting jizz into Jordan's ass. He kept pumping in and out, the movement made easier by the cum he'd just deposited. Jordan looked up at his brother and felt his own orgasm coming on.
"Oh god, bro. You're making me cum!" he moaned as he shot several ropes of jizz all over his chest and stomach. One shot even hit him on the chin. He felt Aaron reach down and lick it off, moving his tongue up toward his mouth for another kiss...
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And just as he thought he was about to feel his brother's tongue in his mouth again, he awoke with a start. The sun was starting to come up outside the window, and he was covered in cum. He'd been very deeply asleep, and very vividly dreaming. He knew this dream would become his default jerk-off fantasy, and got up to go to the bathroom and clean himself off before going back to sleep.
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