Date: Sun, 22 Mar 2020 06:30:29 +0000
From: Lee <lsh4rpe@protonmail.com>
Subject: Big Bro Archer (Gay/Incest)

I lied in bed staring at the ceiling, dreading the promise of another day
of sweltering Californian mid-June heat. Although it had been nearly a week
since the school year came to a close I still hadn't adjusted to my newly
lax schedule. From the lingering smell of coffee it was apparent Dad had
already left for work for the day and being the only person in the house,
there was no need for modesty. I peeled the sheets off my naked body and
trudged through the hall towards the bathroom.

Sweeping back my unkempt hair, I stared at myself in the mirror and, for
the first time in a while, was pretty impressed with what I saw. I'd always
been on the slimmer side but I had been hitting the gym the last few
months—and it paid off; there was clear definition in my arms and my
pectorals were definitely looking fuller. Starting a weight training
routine was my older brother Archer's idea. Loath that I am to admit it,
I'd always admired him growing up and still housed that childlike adoration
for him.

That being said I had always hoped I'd turn out like Dad, a tall and burly
hunk of a man with a lush tangle of dark fur on his chest, but I only had a
light smattering of body hair on my chest and limbs. Thankfully, I must've
inherited at least some of his traits; I had a thick treasure trail
starting from the bottom of my navel leading down to a dense mess of a
black bush. I ran my fingers through my pubes absentmindedly admiring it
before giving my cock a few light tugs. I wasn't huge or anything but my
soft, uncut dick always felt pretty substantial in my grip. "Ah, fuck," I
muttered as a sizeable, glistening drop of precum oozed out my piss
slit. It was clear that before I could get ready for the day I had business
to take care of.

I scrambled back into my room and dug around the bottom drawer of my
dresser. I'm not proud of it but the last few months I had been jacking off
to my big bro's old jock. Though Archer was away at college, he came back
to visit during spring break and I was fortunate enough to swipe his
jockstrap from the laundry bin after one of his workouts. I gingerly raised
the treasured find to my face. It was a beat up black jock with significant
tears in the pouch from years of use. Judging from the hefty precum stain,
Archer leaked as much as I did. I rolled back onto my bed taking in a deep
whiff of the pouch while stroking my now fully hard pole. The muskiness of
the jock and fantasizing about my big bro's dick made my cock ooze like
crazy. It had been years since I saw his meat but I remembered just how fat
and veiny it was. How fucking hot his large cockhead looked under the
copious amounts of foreskin. How his huge hairy balls hung low and slapped
his thighs as he walked around buck ass naked after his showers.

I knew I was gay long before I realized I had the hots for my brother. I
chalked it up to crazy teen hormones but there was something about Archer
that just did it for me that other guys didn't. He always wore a cocky
smile and exuded an air of sexy confidence. Though not as brawny as our
father, Archer was still well muscled and relatively tall. He had a wide
torso that tapered down at the waist and powerful legs. As I thought about
Archer I started pumping my fist down and up my dick harder and with
purpose. By this point my cock was slick and gleaming with precum. With
every pump of the fist to the base of my cock my foreskin peeled back to
reveal the reddish-pink head, allowing more precum to drip out its flared
slit and into my dampening bush. Gently, I rubbed my finger on the tip and
put it in my mouth, thinking of what it'd be like to suck Archer's dick.

I was getting close. Each sniff of Archer's jock pushed me closer to the
edge. The manly aroma was so fucking intoxicating. With one more deep
inhalation I was past the point of no return. Three spurts of cum shot
violently out my cock, leaving trails of semen on my body, followed by a
few weaker jets of thick spooge landing in my pubes.

Then, in the throes of my orgasm, I heard it: a long, low drawn out
whistle. Immediate panic set in as I looked toward the door. There he was
with an arm up leaning against the doorframe, the object of my fantasies
stared back with a devious smirk. He was in his typical getup: his grey
fitted cap turned back, a loose deep cut tank showing off his wide chest
and the thick, dark patches of fur in his pits, a pair of training shorts
that hugged his perfect ass, and black Nike crew socks pulled up high,
accentuating his muscular calves.

"What'cha doin' there, Nick?," Archer taunted, knowing full well what I was
in the middle of. Like a deer caught in headlights I stared straight on,
still petrified.

"When did you get back, bro?," I managed to stammer. "Weren't you coming
back next week?" I tried to casually hide the jockstrap behind me, feeling
the blood rush to my cheeks.

"Well I wanted to come back a little earlier for your birthday," Archer
replied, shifting his weight. "The truth is, I was having the most
difficult time figuring out what to get you for the big 18 but..I think I
got an idea," he continued, his eyes full of mischief.

My mind was reeling. Had I just heard Archer correctly? Did he just suggest
what I think he suggested?

Archer slowly strutted up to the side of my bed and reached behind me to
pick up his jockstrap. "You know, I've been looking for this," he remarked,
passing me a glance from the side.

He was right by me. I started realizing just how warm it had gotten as
beads of sweat started forming on my forehead. I could smell that heady
masculine aroma coming from him; his dark hairy pits were moist with sweat
and as I looked further down I saw the outline of his bell end against his
shorts. I thought I was spent but just like that my cock twitched to life
again.

"What if..." Archer trailed off with a long pause, "what if I gave you your
present a little early, Nick?"

As I was about to speak Archer continued, "If you like the smell of that
jock so much why not get it straight from the source?"

Again, I was in shock. Not only was he not disgusted with me, he was
actively encouraging me to take in his scent. I looked up, our eyes locking
once again. As if he knew exactly what I was thinking he gave me a little
nod. That was all I needed. I drew my face closer into his crotch, feeling
my own breath against the sporty mesh fabric of his shorts. It was a dark
colored material so it was easy to miss but at the tip of his meaty bulge
there was the damp spot of precum. Pressing my face further in, I could
smell the potent virile scent of man. With just the thin cloth between me
and his tool I was in heaven.

"That's it, baby bro," Archer purred, placing a gentle but firm hand on the
back of my head, pushing me deeper into his musky groin.

"Wait just a sec," I said as a drew my head back and slowly sat up. I
pulled him in closer and buried my nose in his sweaty armpit. His wet fur
caressed my face as I eagerly took in his aroma. I had cum so many times to
the thought of Archer in the past but never did I think I could actually
live out the fantasies. Losing all sense of trepidation, I licked his pit
and savored the taste. My prick stood full mast, peering out from my bush,
still wet with cum.

I could feel Archer's gaze searing into me as I continued to worship his
underarm. We slowly got more comfortable on my bed, lying down while I
shifted my efforts to his other pit. Having spent adequate time on Archer's
pits I then returned my focus to his now swollen package. I slowly pulled
at the shorts while Archer removed his tank. The further down I pulled the
more of his wiry jungle of pubic hair I saw and with it came the wafts of
his sexy musk. I thought I was hairy down there but Archer put me to
shame. Nestled in his thick bush was an equally impressive cock, larger and
sporting a far thicker girth than I had remembered while covered in bulky
serpentine veins. The dome of his fat mushroom head was sheltered in his
pink foreskin and a long strand of precum hung between the tip and his
shorts. Beneath the large member lay two hefty bull nuts covered in the
same coarse hair that turned me on so much.

"It's all yours," Archer hissed while spreading his muscular hairy thighs.

It was truly a sight to behold, my muscular jock brother sprawled
indecently on my bed in nothing but his black socks. I slowly lifted his
turgid cock, feeling the warmth and weight of the penis. With my other hand
I gently tugged and played with his balls. As I pulled back the skin of his
dick I marveled at the clear, thick, viscous liquid that gushed out and
dribbled down his shaft and my hand into his black curls. I lowered my head
onto his inviting knob and lapped up the precum.

"Oh fuuuuck," he cooed as I worked my tongue on his cockhead. "You like
that? The taste of your big brother's precum?" Another drop of the thick
fluid seeped out and I greedily pressed my lips fully onto that beautiful
head.

Archer's manly musk was one thing but the taste of him almost made me cum
again. I knew then I needed to taste his nut. Eagerly, I attempted to shove
his girth into my mouth only to be met with resistance; he was far larger
than I had anticipated. The more excited Archer got the thicker his velvety
cockmeat got in my mouth. Soon enough my mouth adjusted and I slid it
further down, feeling his large head graze the opening of my throat. His
bulky thighs clamped down on the sides of my head as I forced the cock
deeper still. Before I knew it, I felt his boner pulse against the walls of
my throat. I was at the base of his cock and deep in the coarse snarls of
his pubes. As I came back up for air I felt that fat head pop out my throat
leaving behind that salty taste I loved.

Archer gripped his glistening member and playfully slapped me with it,
making a wet tap every time it made contact with my cheek. "Nick, you're
gonna make me bust if you keep sucking my cock like that."

I continued to plunge myself onto his dick, letting him impale the inner
reaches of my throat. I needed his cum. And right on cue, Archer placed his
hands on my head and started fucking my mouth like a piston. His hefty
balls smacked my chin with every thrust.  I was gagging and choking as I
got accustomed to the rhythm but I loved every moment of it. Every so often
he'd push to the base and I'd get to take in a whiff of that virile scent,
his pubes now covered in my spit and his precum.

"Yeah, you want your big bro's cock juice? You wanna swallow my load?," he
egged me on as I continued to service him. I could only manage a mumble in
response.

I could feel he was close. His penis twitched and his breath got erratic. I
redoubled my efforts and worshipped that cock. As his massive dick pulled
out of my throat one last time I felt the first jets of his cum spray the
back of my mouth. His thick spooge hung to the walls of my mouth and tasted
not unlike how he smelled. Archer's guttural yells echoed through my room
as I desperately tried to swallow all of his semen. The first two mouthfuls
were manageable but it was apparent I wouldn't be able to swallow all of
it. Milky spunk overflowed from my lips down his slowly softening shaft.

I continued nursing on his cock, getting the last droplets of cum out. As I
enthusiastically went back and forth between sucking his dick and licking
the semen out of his bush Archer chuckled, "Pace yourself dude, we got the
whole summer ahead of us."