Date: Sat, 8 May 2021 15:47:39 -0500 From: Master Dominic Subject: Our Bro Thing - Part Seven OUR BRO THING - PART SEVEN The first day of spring has arrived, and with that, our first family trip. Little bro is now my cum-drinking slut. The whole winter has become a haze of late-night memories, all the positions I've humped him in, all the ways I've made him eat my hot load. We've gotten into sort of sex talk, but I won't let it go there completely. It's necessary for us. I have to ask him what he wants me to do, and sometimes tell him my preference. It's always things about our bodies. "I want you to ride up and down, then suck to get your treat," when I want to lie on the bed and let him be in charge. "Jerk it with both hands, and open your mouth so I can see it spray on your tongue," I'll tell him next, when I'd get up on my knees, about to burst. This one was more recent, the first time I decided to turn the light on. There was something so weird about that, actually seeing little bro's eyes as he stared up into mine, the unmistakable eagerness in them as he wrapped his plump red lips around my nearly-erupting cock. I'd half been expecting the moment the light went on, and he actually saw my nine inch mammoth, he'd be disgusted. Instead, he jerked my length, wrapping both his petite hands around it, and all but swooned as I swore with orgasm, seeing for the first time my thick cream blast on little bro's dark red tongue. He never took his eyes off me, and I pumped shot after shot on that tongue, amazed at how expertly he swallowed just before his mouth was full. He didn't lose a drop of my load. These stage directions made it easier, and that light on festered like an open wound in my mind, because now as he'd join me each night, with spring approaching, I turned it on to stare at his submissive ass... And his puckered red asshole, partway open, inviting me...it all seemed inevitable, that moment I decided to slick my cock with spit, start probing with the tip. I almost stopped to ask him, but little bro looked over his should at me, glee in his eyes, and spread his cheeks with both hands. I couldn't think of any greater invitation, as my cock plunged into his warm insides almost effortlessly. Little bro's small, tight butt fit around my cock better than anything I'd imagined when I'd only used his butt crack. I barely was able to thrust in and out a few times before that tight heat sent me over. As I burst my nuts, dick all the way inside him, I distinctly had the feeling I was as close to him as I could possibly ever be. And I wanted to do it again. Even as my cock was empty and still in his butt, I couldn't wait until next time. I rested on his back and wrapped my arms around him, until we both were sleepy, and finally my soft cock slithered out to cold, abandoned freedom. Our first car ride has come, and finally Dad has cleaned out the back seat. There's no need for little bro to sit in my lap. For the first time in years, Mom and Dad seem to notice us in the back seat as we leave the driveway. "Not doubling up today?" Dad said. I shared a look with little bro. The night before, I'd pounding his asshole so hard, I imagined he must be sore today. He smirked, that wicked little smirk I loved...the one I saw almost every night as we shared in our wicked bro secret. "We're maybe getting a little too old for that now," I said. Dad just shrugged. "I guess things can't stay the same forever. Soon you'll both be moving out." "But no hurry," Mom said. "We don't mind the company." On we went to our first beach of the year. And maybe Dad was right that things can't stay the same forever, but as the miles passed, and we turned onto the gravel road, my cock was soon hard in anticipation, hoping that at the very least, our bro thing would never change. ***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.