Date: Mon, 16 Jan 2023 19:05:24 +0000 From: Rhett Blue Subject: My Straight Brother's Bubble Butt 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 Straight Brother's Bubble Butt" by Rhett Blue ---------- Because I was a gay teen and frequently horny, I'd had tons of hot sex compared to many high school boys in this coastal town down south (probably all straight). It had been with a cute fuck buddy who'd gone off to college last year. I'd given him plenty of head and bottomed a lot for him---the latter much to my discomfort. I had a thick nine-incher that had intimidated him, hence the reason I'd been stuck being a total bottom. I'd loved eating his butt, though. He'd gone crazy for my tongue, and it'd been our favorite thing to do together until we'd both come hard. I didn't care if he was on the flatter side back there, since I was an ass guy who thought it was the sexiest part of the male body. Now, I was ready for my first incestuous experience with Tucker: to eat my straight brother's bubble butt. I'd fantasized about doing it since middle school when I'd begun to develop forbidden feelings for him. I'd just never thought it would happen after all these years. Before my first experience with rimming, I hadn't watched any porn---gay, straight, or bi---much less even heard about it from anyone because people in town were generally more traditional with stuff. I'd just had thoughts about it barging into my mind out of nowhere. Given that Tucker and I were on the verge of graduating high school soon---he'd failed a year---it meant I got even more experience by the time we started college, beyond just eating butt. Standing tall in our shared bedroom, facing each other, Tucker was probably feeling weird and uncomfortable, but he knew I'd never force him into doing anything he didn't want to do. He was here for a specific reason, after all. He knew exactly what we were about to do, which made me feel like the luckiest brother ever. Tucker took off his baseball T-shirt and slipped off his gym shorts, keeping only his classic-style jockstrap and white gym socks on. Just his smooth and ripped body alone made my leaking boner stiffer than ever. Tucker gave my naked body a once-over, a leaner version of his medium build with a little less muscle definition (but still toned). "So...should I get naked, too?" "Nope. You look hot as fuck with just the jockstrap and socks on." More erotic in a way. Besides, we'd seen each other naked too many times to count, even showered together in secret every time Mom and Dad were out of town, even though it was nothing sexual. Tucker chuckled. "Hot as fuck, huh? O-kay." He shook his head. "Oh, please. You know you are. I'm sure that was largely why you were Homecoming King and why you'd probably become Prom King, too." "Dude, that would make you, you know...hot as well...you know, since we look similar in the face." Tucker's face was red. Complimenting a dude's looks, especially his little brother's, must have been tough for a popular straight jock, but hopefully, he'd get over it someday. He finally turned around, and his sexy jockstrap revealed one of the hottest bubble butts I'd ever seen, the money-making kind you often see in gay jock porn. It wasn't fat or huge, but it wasn't small, either---just perfectly peachy in between. It probably jiggled when slapped and fucked, and I could easily shoot a big load all over it. Okay, so I'd seen Tucker's ass countless times, but it was different in this context, more than just a brief glimpse like all the other times he was naked. What I hadn't seen yet was his cheeks spread open. Was there any hair in his crack? It would probably be brown like mine if so, just like our trimmed pubes and buzzed head hair. At the moment, Tucker's smooth butt cheeks looked pasty compared to the rest of his buff body because of how easily he tanned whenever he played baseball almost every day. I kind of wished he hadn't showered yet, just to know what it was like to sniff his pits, pubes, and butthole after a good sweat from the baseball field, maybe even his socks and undies. Sometimes, I played baseball with him to tone up more, and since I was on the leaner side, I ran fast enough to play well out in the field. I was also as tall as him, so I could play basketball well, too. It was a good thing we lived in a beach house down south where the winters were warmer, so that we could play our favorite sports year-round. Maybe someday we'd join a gym and become active members. I finally kneeled behind Tucker with a raging erection that dripped the most precum it ever had. This was my big brother, after all, and I'd wanted him more than anyone else in the world. I'd totally marry him just to keep him all mine forever if I could, but he was straight and most likely not into any guys, much less a romance with his own brother. God, if only. Tucker sighed and hunched over as if mooning me. "Fuck, Tatum, this is already really embarrassing. I can't believe I let you talk me into this." Not that he'd fought against it all that much, suspiciously enough. "You sure it's what most girls really like to do? I mean, it feels gay as fuck." "Hey, girls are kinkier than ever nowadays. I showed you the blogs and comments, remember?" Anything to quell Tucker's cold feet. "Yeah, I remember," he muttered, probably trying to withstand the humiliation. This was finally my chance to bond like brothers in a whole new way, and I'd be damned if I didn't at least persist a little. Besides, his admission to reading lesbian incest on Nifty---I only read the gay ones---was what gave me extra hope that he was kinkier than he let on. We were both probably fucked up to get off on incest, even jerking off together while reading tons of it---separately in our own beds, of course. To be fair, I hadn't asked to fall for my own brother, even though I didn't expect us to be romantically involved. It had simply just happened, and I was done feeling guilty about this taboo. "And remember all those comments from horny girls?" I smirked. Truthfully, I had no idea just how many straight girls liked eating dude ass, at least outside of the few blogs I'd found during a sex talk between me and Tucker, and I'd seen it a few times in bisexual porn. He stood upright and faced me again, his face still red and his green eyes softening with vulnerability. God, he looked so hot with his new buzz cut, just like mine. "Tatum, what about pegging? I'm seriously worried about that one because straight guys aren't supposed to take it up the ass even if it's not a real dick. That's your territory, not mine." "The blogs, remember?" I pressed on, smirking again. "And you've also seen it on the video clips I messaged you. Those women were clearly into it. I mean, you can just see it on their faces." "Yeah, I know, it's just...weird." Tucker blushed some more, a weak smile spanning his kissable lips. His lower lip was a bit fuller than the upper one, as if asking to be playfully bitten. "Times change, Tucker. Women aren't like they used to be, and that's not a bad thing at all." "I guess..." He still had so much to learn about the things I'd already learned, mostly online. He used to be a lot more traditional-minded until our close brotherhood had gotten him to open his eyes. I remembered how scary it'd been to come out as gay, only for him to love me the way I was despite initially not agreeing with it. He had really come around for the better, and it made me proud. He'd even had my back when I'd come out to our surprisingly supportive parents last year. "Well, let's not worry about that right now, okay? I'm just going to eat your butt so you can know how amazing and relaxing it feels, like a massage. That way, once you're experienced after getting munched on enough times, girls won't be turned off by the smell since you finally learned how to wash back here." Honestly, I wasn't sure if that even made sense as an excuse to taste his virgin hole (and take it someday), but I'd tried. Tucker wrinkled his face and scoffed. "Hey, I always wash my ass, shithead!" "Good, just checking, because you didn't use to from what you admitted back in middle school." I winked. He sighed as if with frustration. "Whatever, can we just hurry up before Mom and Dad get home?" "They'll probably be at Grandma and Grandpa's for a while longer since they're rebuilding the patio." "Yeah, well, still. Just to be safe because I'm fucking paranoid right now. Remember, they know you're gay, but I don't want them thinking shit about me that they shouldn't be thinking." "Okay, okay, let's do it." I was still dripping with too much anticipation, the precum sticking against my skin. Tucker turned back around, blew a hard breath as if bracing himself, and hunched over again with his hands on his knees. "So, do I spread my ass cheeks, or...?" God, he could be so adorable sometimes, and I couldn't really explain why because he didn't try to be. He just was, and I loved him for it. "Yep, as wide as you can. Just don't fart in my face." We giggled, and he said, "I know not to do that, dumbass. I'm not completely clueless about gay sex." He froze. "I mean, you know, the act itself, not me. I'm not gay!" "Dude, I know you're straight, it's fine. So, come on, let's start already." Tucker spread his smooth cheeks as widely as he could, probably more humiliated than ever. Soon, he'd fall in love with my tongue, or so I hoped. Wow, look at that hot bubble butt, like a tasty meal begging to be devoured in a way that only a good little brother could do. It practically waved for my attention because of Tucker trying to balance himself in an awkward position. His super-tight, virgin pucker had just a small amount of brown hair, which wasn't surprising since he was smooth everywhere else, like me. We just had pubes and hair in our pits like most guys---fuck that shaving shit. I finally dove right in with no reluctance because of how horny I was, my tongue like a magnet to Tucker's hole. Mmm, so good already. While it was fairly clean for a straight dude's effort, there was still a bit of man funk, not that it ever went away if washed or washed-ish. Ass was ass, and it simply came with the territory. Tucker's breathing was a little harder, like steady and focused. How was he feeling? Did he like it yet? Was he relaxing? Did he still feel humiliated? I swirled my tongue around the few hairs near his anus, then really got my tongue up in there, his winking hole so tight that only the tip of my tongue could fit---and barely. That made him moan, a sound I'd never heard from him before, but he didn't say a word. He just allowed me to enjoy him like I hoped he was enjoying my skilled tongue. I jerked my dick, using the copious amount of precum as lube. I fought hard not to come already because I wanted to enjoy this special moment between blood-related brothers, a moment that still kind of shocked me---in a great way, of course. Tucker let go of one of his ass cheeks to begin stroking his equally big dick with the other hand---more like 8.75 inches versus my 9, but same girth. He stroked as if reluctant as he stopped jerking and then started again, stopped, started. What was he thinking now? His sexual sounds told me he was starting to enjoy it more than he'd probably dare to admit. It was like soft moans, along with little breaths and gasps. These were the kinds of private sounds I wasn't supposed to hear from my own brother, and they made me even hornier because I was responsible for the sweet pleasure I instilled in him. I used my other hand to spread the cheek that Tucker had let go of while we jerked ourselves off, him holding one cheek and me the other. Hungry, I worked my tongue with a lot of dedication and devotion. Needless to say, I was officially obsessed with my straight brother's bubble butt. We were both in carnal mode, lost in incestuous lust between brothers of the same blood and DNA. Tucker sped up the pace of his hand, jerking faster. "Fuck...I'm not gay, I'm not gay, I'm not gay...ungh, fuck, no, I'm not gay, but, but...ungh, fuck..." It was a whisper as if I couldn't hear a thing. He was probably loving the experience so much that he suddenly had conflicting questions floating in his head. Mmm, his semi-funky ass tasted so delicious that I didn't want to stop. I could suddenly live inside this tight, virgin hole forever and deflower it with my existence alone. At the very least, I'd give anything to sleep with my tongue in his butt. The funny thing was that he was a total top only because he was straight, and he'd normally never bottom for anyone, much less a dude. Yet here he was, clearly falling in love with my tongue as he continued jerking off, his moans getting more frequent and slightly louder as if entranced by his little brother's sexual magic. Now, I hoped more than ever that he was getting extra curious about pegging---in due time, of course (and with my raw dick instead of a lame dildo). A moment later, Tucker started breathing harder and harder, his body tensing up in a stiff state. I knew he was done in just seconds. Finally, he shot his load, gasping in ecstasy while his body shook a bit. I didn't want to let go of his butt just yet, but from what I remembered when we masturbated together, he came like a fountain of milk, just white rope after white rope all over the floor. I lost it, too, because my balls had already been pent-up in sexual agony. I finally shot my load all over the floor as well, muffling a low groan through his hot butt as I continued squirting the biggest load I'd ever released in my life. The sweet ecstasy from this mind-blowing incestuous experience immediately locked me into a trance that I couldn't escape from, not that I wanted to. Spent, Tucker stood upright, got dressed, and reluctantly faced me, his green eyes unable to meet my green ones. "I'm not gay," he muttered with confliction. "Never said you were. It's just dudes messing around, right? I mean, it's probably more normal than we think. And it's not like anyone will ever know." "I don't know." "Tucker, your secret is forever mine, and my secret is forever yours." "I know that. I mean, I love you, bro, and I trust you with my life. Duh." My heart flittered for a moment. Never had my big brother told me that he trusted me with his life. It was just nice to hear. Now, all he needed to do was tell me he loved me in the way I wanted to hear it, like a girlfriend he cared deeply about. God, if only. "I just...I don't know what to think right now, Tatum. All I know is that I need to be alone and clear my head." "Yeah, I get it." That was fair, and I'd never disrespect Tucker's wishes. Had he truly not wanted to mess around, I would've never tried. I loved him too much to hurt him. He wasn't just my brother; he was my life. "Anyway, tell Mom and Dad I went for a walk, okay?" "Okay." I masked a frown, because I knew deep down that Tucker enjoyed himself with me, but he didn't want to accept any of it. Still, I didn't push it anymore, and to be fair, I had let my hormones take over, even though he didn't have to go through with it. Maybe his hormones had also gotten in the way of his thinking, since he was normally a horndog like me and had had his share of fucking several girls. We'd both been lost in one another's incestuous comfort like never before, an unexpectedly changed facet of our strong brotherhood and a forbidden act I'd never regret. I hoped he wouldn't regret it, either. I wanted more of him, after all. It did help that he was single because he probably would've truly regretted it if he had a girlfriend, since he didn't believe in cheating. "Just remember, Tatum, even when I let you---er, if I let you eat my butt again, I'm still not gay. I didn't think about you or any other dude when I came, so don't get the wrong idea. I mean, yeah, it felt good, but that's that, nothing more. I'm totally, completely, a hundred percent straight, and I'll always be." I gave Tucker a quick nod and said no more, then watched him rushing out of our room and hearing him leave the house. Unfortunately, he was "straight" until the next time we messed around, assuming we would. I wished he could be gay just for me. The dirty things I was willing to do with my own brother... Admittedly, I was tired of being a bottom when I'd never even thought like one in the first place, always feeling like I had to take a shit whenever it happened. In all my fantasies, I pictured myself as the top because it felt natural. Granted, that didn't mean I wouldn't let Tucker fuck me if he actually wanted my round-but-less-bubble ass, but it was finally time I got to fuck. And when the time came, my straight brother would quickly learn the true meaning of his prostate and its intended purpose. Eventually, I'd switch between pounding the shit out of him and making sweet love to his hot bubble butt. Maybe even have more than just hot brotherly sex. So much more. ---------- Thanks for reading. Feel free to give any honest feedback because I always like knowing what my readers think. 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