Date: Sun, 9 Dec 2012 12:09:25 -0800 (PST) From: Monster Muscle Subject: Brother's Biceps, Part 3 -------------------------- Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locations is entirely coincidental. This story contains sexual activity between males and incest. By continuing on to the story you affirm that you are of legal age to read this material and that this material is legal at your present location. -------------------------- The head of my brother's cock was sweet and plump like a giant strawberry. It filled my mouth and pressed against my tongue, but I did my best to restrain my impulse to devour it. My instructions were to merely hold the cock in my mouth. I was not to bob my head up and down the steel shaft. I was not to inhale sharply in the hopes of coaxing a hint of its sweet juice down my throat. In short, I was to put his cock in my mouth without sucking it. It was the most exquisite torture I had ever endured. "Oh fuck, Mikey. I wish you could see your face." Tim gazed at me lovingly as he spoke. He ran his fingers through my hair and lightly scratched my ear. "Damn," he said. "You. Are. My. Bitch." His tone made bitch sound like a term of endearment. I looked deep into Tim's eyes and did my best to communicate to him that I didn't know how long I could resist sucking his cock while holding the cock in my mouth. My baser impulses had a way of taking over where Tim was concerned. "You just do exactly as I say and you will experience the best orgasm you've ever had in your life," he said. He closed his eyes and his breathing became deep and measured. He said nothing for a while, then spoke again: "Ok, you're slobbering all over my big fat dick," he said. "Suck it slightly, just enough to keep your little bitch mouth from dribbling all over it." Again, his words were harsh but his manner was loving. I did as my little brother instructed and ever-so-slightly indulged in his sweet strawberry. "Hold the base." His voice was low, authoritative and urgent all at once. I grabbed his cock with one hand and his ball sack with the other. Tim opened his eyes and looked at me, exhaling a sigh. "Look at that," he smiled. "You're finally doing it. You're finally sucking my dick, Mikey. And you're doing a really good job! How about that?" Judging by his reaction you'd think I was a child riding a bicycle for the first time. I could have been insulted by his patronizing tone, but honestly, his gentle loving manner made my face flush. I basked in his praise. "Slow down, Mikey," he warned me: Without realizing it, I had begun bobbing my head up and down on his pole. I moaned in protest of his admonishment. When was he going to let me go to town on him? Why did he seem to be able to resist this more than I could? In my experience, the one getting sucked starts out dominant but quickly cedes control to the one doing the sucking. That power transfer was one that I prided myself on having mastered. More than once I had established my own dominance in a sexual relationship while my partner's thighs were positioned on either side of my ears. But Tim yielded no control. As far as I could tell, this blowjob was little more than a grand gesture on his part; my reward for surrendering to my lustful and submissive feelings toward my baby brother — a reward that could be revoked at any time should I misstep. Tim looked down at me and I looked up at him, his cock in my mouth. I NEEDED to suck his dick. Didn't he see that? My eyes pleaded for mercy, and I whimpered. In response, Tim closed his eyes, tilted his head back, beat his fist on the bed, and thrust his hips skyward, sending his cock deeper into my hungry mouth. I moaned again, this time in relief and gratitude. His eyes opened and he looked down at me and repeated this action: He saw me with my head between his legs, holding his dick in my mouth, pleading with my eyes for mercy. He closed his eyes, tilted his head back, beat the mattress, and thrust deeper into me. When he did look at me, His expression seemed to tell me that he was also struggling to hold back, and that he and I would get through this together: We were a team. I realized that he was at least as turned on by controlling me as he was by the blow job itself. He was now thrusting his monster up and down in my mouth and I took that as a sign that I could finally suck it with abandon. I swallowed his cock deep into my throat, running my tongue down the shaft as I did. Tim moaned. Then, with my lips tight around the the entire circumference of Tim's penis, I slid my mouth up and all the way off his dick. I continued to pump his cock with one hand while I caught my breath. My fingers slid easily up and down his shaft, which was still slick from my own saliva. "Look at this dick," I purred. I beat my face with his cock as I looked up at him. It made a soft thud. "Damn," I said. "Look how big your dick is compared to my face. Do you see that?" I pressed his cock to my face and looked at Tim. "Where'd you get this monster dick from, baby brother? And why can't I resist it?" I caressed his cock all over my face. "Why?" I asked. "Why do I love it so much?" Again, I bat my face with his dick. "So." (Bat.) "Fucking." (Bat.) "Much. "(Bat.) With that, Tim flipped me onto my back and started furiously face-fucking me. I grabbed his ass and held on for dear life as my brother made my mouth into his fuckhole. I felt he was getting close. Then, without warning, he stopped and pulled out. He reached down and rubbed my face with his cock. "Tell me again how much you love my dick." "It's the most amazing dick ever." "And this is the best fucking night of your life, isn't it?" "Best night ever." "You want me to cum inside your mouth, big brother?" "Yes." "Beg me for it, you little bitch. Beg your baby brother for the pleasure of drinking from his giant cock." "Oh God, Timmy! Please cum in my mouth! I need your giant dick back inside my little bitch mouth. I need to feel your warm cum dribbling down my throat. Please give it to me!" He smirked and put his cock back in my mouth and held my head with both hands. He thrust twice with such force I thought he was ready to cum right there. But he stopped to reposition himself, putting both his hands on the headboard. I reached up and grabbed one of his biceps. Tim knew what I wanted and took his hand off the headboard and curled his arm, summoning all the mass of his bicep into one mountain of muscle. With lips wrapped around his fleshy monster and my fingers pressed against his boulder, he pumped his arm while he pumped my face. I had never thought much about the phrase "time stood still" until this moment. There was no other way to describe what I experienced. It lasted merely seconds and yet in the space of those seconds my senses processed more than they ever had in such a brief span of time. Foremost was the amazing thrill I got from feasting on the world's biggest cock while simultaneously groping the world's biggest bicep. That alone was my dream come true. But it went farther than that, because as Tim was about to cum, he didn't close his eyes; He opened them wider. Our gaze remained unbroken and he spilled his cum inside me. My hand remained on his bicep, his cock remained in my mouth. His cum poured down my throat - and time stood still. His gaze said so much. It said: We both know this is happening. You are my big brother, and you are swallowing my load because it's what we both want. In that moment Tim, lost control. His alpha dog charade dropped and he looked at me helplessly. I saw that at a certain point, he, too was a slave to that cock, and to those muscles. Tim's body was a force of nature, and I, not Tim, was the expert on submitting to its will. He needed my guidance. And so we shared this intimate, bonding moment of me feeding from Tim's cock, Tim flexing his big muscles, and our eyes locking in a visual embrace. Suddenly, a drop of Tim's cum flew out and hit me on the chin. But how was that possible, when his cock was in my mouth? Then I realized: It was MY CUM! My cock had spewed its own discharge with such force that it had flown up from between Tim's thighs. That's why time had stood still. I was orgasiming at the same time as Tim, with such force that I had splattered my own chin, the back of Tim's legs, and even the headboard. Without my cock physically touching anything, it had spewn like a gusher, in sync with Tim's own volcanic eruption. Just as Tim had promised, I had experienced the most amazing orgasm of my life. ********************************* I woke up lying on my side with Tim's arms wrapped around me, as they had been when I had fallen asleep. While Tim slept, his junkyard dog, apparently still not worn out, sniffed around between my legs, reminding me that we still had horizons left to explore. I drifted back to sleep as beams of sunlight peaked into the bedroom. It was a new day. -------------------------- Thank you so much for your comments! It's great to know so many of you like this story. You keep me motivated. I love to hear from you! Email monstermuscle212@yahoo.com Nifty needs your donations to provide these wonderful stories. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html