Date: Thu, 19 Jan 2023 16:46:40 +0000 From: Rhett Blue Subject: My Hot and Sweaty Jock Bro AUTHOR'S NOTE: My stories involve sexual and romantic incest between brothers and cousins. I do not write other incest pairings under this pen name, so please do not request it. ---------- "My Hot and Sweaty Jock Bro" by Rhett Blue ---------- My family didn't know the real deal about my brotherhood with Chad. They didn't know our dirtiest secrets behind closed doors. They remained blissfully ignorant after questioning why we chose to share a bed after Chad had moved back home from his college dorm, given that we didn't have to share one in our large bedroom. The family didn't know I liked watching musicals like a stereotypical gay guy. They didn't even know I was gay! I wasn't butch by any means, just that I was able to get away with people not suspecting my sexuality based on society's perceptions. We lived in a rural town down south where homosexuality wasn't normally talked about, and the times it was mentioned, there were lots of judgmental repulsion. (It also helped that I was toning up and getting into sports---slowly but surely.) Another thing my family didn't know? Just how close I was to my hot and sweaty jock bro. He was twenty-two and done with college after attending on a football scholarship, while I was just a teen who wasn't quite done with high school yet---soon, though. Chad was the sexiest existence I worshiped in secret, an Adonis, the love of my life. He was gay, too. So gay, in fact, that I had to gnash my teeth from the roughness of his animalistic excitement as he pushed himself hard inside my tight hole that he'd recently deflowered, his big hands gripping my lean waist. I was on all fours on an old, stained mattress in an abandoned barn about a mile from home, our usual hangout spot that no one but us knew about. We were fully naked on a scorching-hot afternoon, drenched in sweat from our forbidden actions. We always came to this barn shirtless, since it was normal for guys not to wear shirts in the heat, just shorts and sandals for our convenience. (And being pasty gingers meant we needed lots of sunscreen.) Chad let out a series of grunts while his sticky skin slapped against my smooth cheeks. I had an ass that was on the smaller side, but round enough to jiggle when slapped and fucked. He used me like no other had done. He was my first and only sexual partner, after all, and I was his first and only guy after he'd finally come to terms with his sexuality. This was our brotherly bond; this was how we bonded as brothers. "God, I fucking love your smooth little butt, Drew," Chad said in a sexy, husky voice. "Makes me come hard every time." Yep, he really, really loved it. Since I was lean and mostly smooth, and he was muscular and moderately hairy, he called it a cute and rosy little peach compared to his big and furry ass that no one (not even me) was allowed to fuck. Every time we started this, Chad groped my ass through my shorts while we made out for a moment. Then, he'd be ready for action faster than I could think. First, a good blowjob to fill my throat with his brotherly babies; then, rimming my butt to get it ready for a long fuck. Coming twice meant lasting longer the second time, and it ensured that both my holes were marked with unwastable sperm. It was pretty much a routine at this point, and we were horny enough to justify doing it so often. "You haven't been with another guy, right?" Chad's unnecessary question wasn't surprising, but I was used to his possessive nature. "Never, just you," I said in a softer tone. "Good. This hole's mine, little bro." "All yours." "And don't you forget it." Like that would ever happen. I stroked my leaking dick while being taken by this hot and sweaty jock whose blood and DNA we shared. Chad was perfection, a surprising creation from our homely father's seed. Chad had mostly taken after our beautiful mother, and I'd taken after both for a decent mix. God, what an amazing experience with my own brother. I was so turned on that my precum was like Spiderman's stringy web, sticking against my upper legs from every movement. I beat off furiously, enjoying the meaning behind this secret connection of ours. It wasn't just a random series of incestuous hookups; Chad meant so much more than that to me. In fact, I was convinced I appreciated him way more than anyone else ever have, and he knew it. His actions showed me he appreciated my devotion and loyalty to him, albeit in his own way. "Get on your back." Always so naturally dominant without being mean. I obeyed my big brother and managed to flip around with his dick still buried deep inside my claimed hole. I loved it when I was taken in this position because of his heart-melting gaze burning into mine, intensely locking our brown eyes into focus. A smirk spanned Chad's sweaty face while he continued thrusting deeply into me. It was the kind of smirk that told me he knew how badly I wanted him, like an incestuously carnal need to be bred by my own flesh and blood. Brothers weren't supposed to fuck because it was wrong. Yet here we were, doing just that---and it felt so right. Chad's breaths grew heavier the more he pounded me in a slow motion, like a series of hard crashes into my slick hole with a delay in between each thrust, all while smirking like he knew he owned me. He knew how to hit my spot, and this moment was no exception. In fact, my prostate was practically being milked by his big, brotherly stick, soon to be flooded with his own milk. I stroked his cheek with so much love for him, because at the end of the day, he was still my brother---my life. I could tell he liked my affection, but he wasn't the type to express it, and I was fine with that. Then, I pulled him a little closer to me while he remained inside my hole, and I licked the sweat off his face, the musky man salt intoxicating my senses. Still smirking, Chad raised his arm while continuing his deep thrusts into me. His manly pit revealed bushy, red curls waiting to greet my nose. He loved it when his little brother got piggy with him, like a piglet in heat with pressing needs. Hungry, I burrowed my face in his hairy pit, drinking in the raw musk of pure man with one big whiff. My insides melted while triggered by this dirty act, all while still being slowly but roughly pounded by his long and thick rod, destroying me with the best kind of loving only a brother could give. I sniffed some more and couldn't get enough. Chad's free hand gripped my waist tighter, as if possessively marking me as his, his other arm still raised to feed his hungry piglet with his hairy man pit. He continued hitting my spot to the point of no return, the climax sneaking up on me while I was lost in incestuous lust. "I'm coming, Chad, fuck..." I moaned, losing all control as my dick squirted thick ropes in between our sweat-slicked bodies, coating the moderate fur on his defined pecs and abs, as well as my smooth chest and flat stomach, my brotherly goo running down our pale skin. Chad grabbed me firmly by the hair and pulled me closer for deep kiss. "Gonna breed your little butt now," he whispered harshly. "Take my fucking cum..." He groaned through my mouth as he gave me the last few deep plunges, flooding me with my tiny nephews that might as well be swimming in my belly. He slowed down while his body stiffly shook, kissing me some more, eventually dominating my tongue with his for the most passionate kiss ever. Spent, he pulled out of me, some of his load dripping out of my sloppy hole. Instead of quickly getting up to pull his shorts back up like usual, which was his way of telling me he needed to be alone and do his own thing, he collapsed on top of me on the beat-up mattress. He sported a euphorically drunk expression on his hot face, beads of sweat dripping from his red eyebrows and ruddy nose onto my wet face. Along came a kiss so tender that it shocked me. My big bro had never kissed me like this before, and the warm smile he made afterward melted me in his strong, possessive arms. I felt like the prized football he'd snatch from his opponents because no one else could ever have me. God, I'd marry this Adonis if I could. "I love you, Drew," he said in a softer tone, still with husk. It was the first time he'd said it like that, rather than the usual quick tone when departing from family. I gave him a dreamy look, falling harder for him. "I love you, too, Chad." "And only you. Always." What a welcome change in his demeanor, as if he saw me in a whole new light. It was amazing being naked with him like this, in a way that we could only be while hanging out in here. We didn't have privacy elsewhere, what with our big families constantly surrounding us, forcing us to hide our feelings in front of everyone. Big families were common in this town, and while we were used to not being alone most of the time, we still needed to get away and do our own thing in private. We were guys, after all, and we had urgent needs to take care of. Chad didn't have to say another word for me to guess what was on his mind right now. His trail of tender kisses on my face, shocking me more, along with rubbing his nose against mine, suddenly told me what I needed to know, what I'd wanted to believe for a while. His heart finally spoke, and it told me I was his for life, and he was equally mine. Maybe whatever it was we had was more genuine than anything I'd ever imagined, hence the reason he'd come to me for pleasure, affection, and happiness. Maybe our brotherhood was real love. ---------- Thanks for reading. Feel free to give any honest feedback because I always like knowing what my readers think. All my publications are linked on my website, including ebooks and web stories. Also, please help Nifty out with a donation! Email: rhettblue@proton.me Website: https://rhettblue.wordpress.com DISCLAIMER: All characters in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real people, living or dead, is purely coincidental. (c) 2023, Rhett Blue. All rights reserved.