Date: Sat, 8 May 2021 15:47:13 -0500 From: Master Dominic Subject: Our Bro Thing - Part Four OUR BRO THING - PART FOUR Big bro has left me shocked. I was sure this thing between us was just a game, or at least, that there was no way he could believe it anything else. These last four weeks, as Christmas approaches and it's now been almost one year since I first sat in his lap with longing, I felt like I lived in a fantasy world, each time I showed up in my skimpiest pyjamas, at the most just hopeful that big bro wouldn't push me away. I could understand how the previous time, when he shot his cum all over my back, that might have been just an accident. He thrust up against me so hard that time, so excited with only his boxers in the way, no doubt the cock head poked free, as he humped back and pumped out his loaded nuts. I'd tried to hide my feeling of satisfaction. Even as he shot that thick cream all over my back, I half doubted each warm splash against my skin, thought it mere imagination until he told me he'd pissed there, that code word we have for cum so things don't seem so gay. The week before that, when he'd sprayed just a little bit of cum, I'd cherished that drop. Afterwards, when I went to my room to change, I'd run my finger over it, then tasted his cream. I've tried tasting my cum before, and it's sour and gross. But big bro's load was salty and had a strong tang, almost like vinegar. How I wished I'd had more to drink, as I licked and tried to siphon more off me. It was like a feast of desperation after big bro shot his load on me after that. His cum was so delicious, I felt hungry after I'd run out of a mess to eat. Big bro never would have suspected my real reason for leaving so soon was so I could secretly enjoy his tasty treat. Then he took it further, actually ripping my pyjamas down, taking out his cock and humping up against me naked. Our car ride game came to a screeching halt, as he pivoted, pressed me down on the couch, bent at the knees, pushed my face down into the cushions so my butt cheeks would spread open for him. Looking back at him in shock, I was certain, as I saw him tug his boxers down, that he was going to shove it in. I looked back at him, surprised, but secretly filled with so much longing for big bro to stuff that fat cock in my asshole. I'd never even fingered myself, nor even thought of a guy fucking my ass, but just like tasting big bro's cum, anything big like his cock I'd welcome in any part of my butt, if it made him feel good and he held me close afterward. Maybe big bro was too excited, or confused like I was, but all he did was press that fat cock against my hole. Maybe he was trying to keep this a game, but I couldn't think of any time we got to sit like this in the back seat of Mom and Dad's car. He came within seconds. I kept my head turned, wanting so badly to see him squirt his load. But I also wanted it to land in my mouth. I opened my mouth, pretending to look shocked, hoping some of his cream would land on my lips. But big bro shot so hard and so far, it landed on the cushion. The excitement of it was too much for me. My bottoms tugged down, there was no sleek fabric to rub against my dick, but my boner was pressed up stiff against my belly, and seeing just how hard big bro came from using my butt, just that slight friction with my body was enough to push me over. I looked down toward my chest, watching my load spray up all over my abs. One shot of that load blasted once into my parted lips, a sour taste, disappointing compared to the vinegar delicacy I wished was flooding my mouth instead. I could still feel some last hot splatters from big bro against my lower back, as he pressed in my crack, massaging his cock back and forth where it was buried between my butt cheeks, massaging himself empty. That last time left me so shocked. As I went back to my room, I couldn't shake the image of his limp cock afterward, drooling cum on his thigh, his boxers tugged down, my pyjamas still around my knees where he had pulled them in his desperate finale. I felt so exposed, the feeling of his cum cooling against my back, as I left him, took in the hot white mess we'd both made of the sofa. I couldn't forget the way he looked just as confused as me, his little bro, seeing the helpless results of this thing between us as it took us further and further from innocence. Of course I ate all his cum off my back later. I even snapped a picture of it in my reflection in the bathroom mirror, saved it to a hidden folder in my phone. I was pretty sure this was the last time I'd get to have his cum on me like this. That look of guilt on his face burned in me, convinced me, as I relished the strong vinegar tang of his semen, that he wouldn't do it again. I took so many pictures. One of me holding a puddle of his cum in my open palm, more pictures of what remained on my back as I siphoned it into my mouth. Finally, I took a short video of me slurping up the last big mouthful. I closed my eyes and let it soak into my tastebuds. This week was the most awkward one between us. Every time big bro and I were in the same room, he wouldn't look at me. I tried sitting next to him one night, but even that was too much. He got up, grabbed his phone, and found another seat, scrolling through more of his Insta feed. I was so torn. I wanted to just come out and talk about Saturday, tell him it was okay, that I liked it. But I could see the conflict on his face, and I didn't know what I'd do if I brought it up. I didn't want to risk making things worse between us. The week passed and I wondered if there would even be a next Saturday game. I spent every night jerking off before bed, now looking at the pics and vid I'd snapped in my hidden folder. Friday night, so horny and desperate, I angled my hips up and jerked myself off into my mouth. My cum was so sour and disgusting, but I had the video of me eating the last mouthful of big bro's load playing on a loop next to me. It was enough to ignore the gross feeling that always filled me when I tried eating my load. Saturday morning, as I got into my girly pyjamas, I went down to the rec room, ready to find no sign of big bro at all. It seemed all my thoughts were right, when I found the lights turned off, and no sign of him. I flicked the light on, sat alone on the black leather couch anyway. I waited half an hour, just sitting there, waiting, hoping I would be wrong. It felt so empty here, with no big bro to meet me. And I kept looking at the left half of the couch, where he'd put me down on hands and knees, humped me naked...where all that cum had been. How I wished I had a picture of that too. I almost could feel big bro's cock against my butt, just by how it not being there created a void, an absence that deepened my longing for him. That thought got me hard. I got up on my knees on the sofa, turning, bending my body down, in exactly the same position he'd put me in. I pressed my face against the leather seat, spreading my butt cheeks open as wide as they would go. I rocked my hips back and forth, imagining big bro there, imagining the steel pressure of his dick instead of the emptiness of the room. I'm sure I'd cum eventually, from the slight rubbing against my cock, but the pleasure was dull without big bro pressing against my butthole. I'd need to touch myself. I needed to cum, the least I could do now that big bro wouldn't join me anymore... The light flicked off. I froze. I waited. There was no sound. I waited longer, turning my head to peer through the dark. There was a light switch at the top of the stairwell. Maybe Dad had turned it off on his way past. I had a moment of excitement, knowing I was all alone in the dark. That made it easier to imagine big bro behind me. Yeah, I'd fucking cum, make the most of this... The cushion sunk behind me. I only felt momentary alarm, before two familiar hands rested on each of my butt cheeks. Big bro. Fuck yes... There was a difference in how he touched me now, in the dark, with no words between us, no game to decorate our intentions. Those hands caressed the skin over my ass, gently traced into the furrow between my cheeks, toward my hole... He drew out the motions, caressing my thighs too. Big bro was making love to me with his hands. I sighed, suppressing a moan of pleasure, kissing the leather beneath my lips. He was silent, until the moment those hands became firm and he made fists around my pyjama bottoms. The motion tugged my waistband right down, bunching up all the fabric over my butt, and with it he pulled them down to my knees, exposing my entire ass for him. There was more silence, and shifting on the couch behind me. Big bro's hands were back on my hips again, but the giant part of him I loved so much was lacking. He held me in that possessive grip. I didn't know what he was waiting for, but I was speechless, feeling stunned and spoiled. "Is this still a road trip?" The words were formed by his shaky voice, a harsh whisper. "Did we get into an accident?" I said, trying to be creative. "How is this an accident?" he said, sounding uncertain. "Mom and Dad crashed, like last time," I said, grasping for anything. "You were trying to get me out of the car. Isn't that what happened?" A moment of silence, and my only reassurance was big bro's hands still gripping my hips. "You ready to get pulled out?" he said. "Yeah," I said. His big cock finally pressed against my hole. It was the perfect thickness for my smooth bottom, the full length of it filling the crack from the back of my balls, all the way to my tailbone. I'd gladly have tolerated that thick length inside my asshole if he wanted, but there was something even more satisfying about it filling my butt crack instead. How many times had big bro come just from this perfect way we fit together? So many. And just the moment of contact with me, with no clothing in the way, that's all it took to make him shoot. There was something so satisfying about knowing my smooth butt crack was better than a pussy or a tight asshole. He lasted longer this time, but it wasn't much humping before he was tensing up, his breath catching. He humped me steady, rubbing his dick up and down in my crack, massaging his thick length with his little bro's thickly padded bubble butt. I was glad that he groaned when he was about to shoot. The moment I heard the sound, I turned my head, opening my mouth, extending my tongue. I heard the fierce squelch of his shots, heard them splatter against the cushions, but soon they were landing in hot gobs on my tongue. It hurt my neck so much, but my need burned so strong in me that I endured the pain, as more of his hot blasts filled my mouth, flooded it. His cum was leaking from my mouth by the time his shots subsided. I finally turned my head forward, closing my lips, but didn't swallow. The vinegar taste was so strong, I never wanted it to go. Somewhere, in all of this, I'd forgotten my own excitement, but I could feel my belly wet with jizz, my smaller bro load an afterthought. The only load I cared about was the one I cherished now in my mouth. Big bro didn't pull his hips away this time. He kept his emptied erection pressed against me, just like he kept his tight grip on my sides, held me possessively against him. "Do you like our Saturday games?" he said, voice steady and more sober. I was torn with the dilemma of saying nothing and giving him the wrong impression, or losing the mouthful of cum I was still enjoying. I swallowed. The taste lingered on my tongue. Even in my throat, it had a sting like vinegar. "We can play anytime, you know," I told him. "It's good to keep your imagination sharp." He said nothing, but still held me just as firmly. "Is that what this is?" he said finally. "Just a game?" "I think you saved me from the crash," I said, trying to sound casual. "But we pissed ourselves again." "Good thing Mom and Dad aren't here to bitch at us," he said. We said nothing again, and still he held me against him, even as his cock started softening. "You think we could play this one night...after everyone's asleep?" His words shocked me, but I didn't let that curb my sudden enthusiasm. "Every night of the week," I said. "We'd probably sleep better too." A shiver went through him, and I wanted to imagine he was as excited as me. "This bro thing definitely has to be a secret game," he said. "We'd get made fun of for sure, if people knew how much we played--you know, being grown up and all." "This will be our secret forever," I said. Finally he pulled away from me, then stood. "I'll clean up all this fucking piss. Hope we do better tonight." I got up, half spinning with delight. "See you tonight, bro," I said. ***INFO*** Want more by Master Dominic? Visit: https://dirtygayerotica.wordpress.com Please show your support by donating to Nifty to help keep these stories alive! Copyright (c) 2021, Master Dominic. All rights reserved. DISCLAIMER: All details of all characters in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real people, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.