Date: Sat, 28 Jul 2007 09:54:49 -0400 From: Sean Monteiro Subject: Brother Comes Home Warning: This story contains hot gay sex between two males. If you are under 18 or it is illegal for you to read this because of your location (county, state, country, planet, etc), please stop now. Comments are always welcome at kinzusareta_yume@hotmail.com. Please reference the story title in the subject line so I know which one you're talking about. Thanks, and enjoy! -- Jake awoke to sunlight streaming across his face and chest, hot as hell in the stuffy bedroom at the end of thetrailer. Lying there staring up at the ceiling, the back of his forearm over his forehead, he let out a long sigh. He supposed it could be worse--the trailer could have been a hell of a lot smaller than it was, with bedrooms the size of shoeboxes. After all, this was one of the "deluxe" models--two bedrooms, one at each end, with the rest of the rooms in between. The even nicer part was that each bedroom had its own connecting bathroom. For the last eight months, this bedroom had been his, and his alone. It was clearly the domain of an eighteen year-old boy, too. Clothes were strewn everywhere, to the point where it was almost impossible to tell what was clean and what was dirty. Two pairs of jeans were hung over the straight-backed chair in front of the little desk which held the computer, a stack of baseball magazines, a few soda cans and more than a few beer cans, some of them empty but more of them half-full and several days old. Socks and boxers were strewn all over the floor, most of them with a deposit of at least one good jerk-off session in them. T-shirts were thrown in a heap on the floor of the narrow locker-like closet, and to top it all off, a blue and white button-down shirt hung from one of the blades of the ceiling fan. That last one was more for effect than anything else, because in the summertime the heat was unbearable and even the meager warm breeze stirred up by the wobbly ceiling fan was better than nothing at all, so the shirt didn't stay up there all the time. Jake stretched, arching his back, his morning wood sticking straight up in the air. With angelic light blonde hair, bangs hanging down in front of his piercing blue-green eyes, a hard, toned, smooth chest, waist like a girl, powerful, muscular legs, and a cute little-boy face, Jake knew he had reason to be confident. And he had no shortage of admirers, either. Stretching again, he bunched up the sweat-soaked thin sheet covering his legs and tossed it down to the bottom of the bed. He stood up in the center of the room, stepping over the muddy pair of sneakers he'd played baseball in last week, and figured he should probably clean the place up a bit, seeing as how it would no longer be just his room anymore. Not that it had always been just his room, of course. The other small bed on the far wall had belonged to twenty-one year-old brother, Kyle. Following a breaking-and-entering incident that had ended in stealing a car and doing some property damage, combined with the fact that it had hardly been his first offense, Kyle had been dragged off to spend eight months in the county jail. Today he was coming home, and of course his parents were planning a party. Jake smirked again as he idly stroked his rigid cock. Sure, more pretentious people might scoff at the "trailer trash" idea of a party, which involved a cookout and lots of beer. He wasn't embarrassed that he lived in a trailer, and didn't give a shit what other people thought. He was proud of his body, and proud of what was between his legs. He didn't need the Martha Stewart-type house with a shiny new Toyota Camry in the driveway. Well, maybe he wouldn't mind the Camry, as the new '07 SE edition was pretty sweet, especially a shiny black one. But the house? No. Guys who spent too much time building up an empire, some huge house with insanely expensive furniture, those type of guys were never satisfied with their bodies, or their cocks. He knew how the little rich boys he'd went to high school with looked at him, with something akin to pity, as if he was living a sub-standard life. What they didn't know is that the joke was on them. Whether they lived in a trailer or a freaking palace, they'd used the same locker room, and Jake had seen the way those big tough preppy rich jocks had clutched their towels just a little too tightly in front of their crotches as they'd changed after baseball games. Oh, how it must suck to not be able to look down at your cock and be completely happy with what you had. Speaking of which, he squeezed the head of his dick harder, harder, loving the feel of the pressure, loving the way his cock got all the bigger as it swelled. He considered lying back down on the bed and taking his time with the ritual morning cum session. Eyeing the pair of boxers closest to his bed, he remembered he'd only cum in that pair once--last night. The rest of them lying about had several loads worth of his spunk in them. Jake totally didn't mind wearing a pair of boxers he'd already cum in. The fact was, it kinda turned him on. Though he'd never admit it to anyone else, he was fascinated by his own cum. The smell of it, the texture, even the taste of it. His cock gave another twitch as he stood there, one hand still idly squeezing it, the other gently rubbing the soft hair of his armpit. He liked to take his time, working up to an orgasm several times only to stop, let the tension ease a bit, and start again. It was the way to produce the best loads, and though it was another thing he'd never admit to anyone but himself, he liked shooting his wad into a pair of used boxers more than into some girl. He didn't know why, exactly, but he had a few ideas. He glanced at the digital alarm clock, and groaned. 11:37 AM. He told his parents he'd go with them to get Kyle at noon. That definitely didn't leave time for the type of jerk-off session he usually indulged in. Picking up a towel (which had two cum stains on it, of course) he headed for his private bathroom, deciding to combine his two favorite morning activities--jerking off and taking a shower--to save time. He closed the narrow door behind himself, turned on the water, and got into the small shower stall. Leaning his head forward, letting the water spray the back of his neck, he let loose a stream of piss against the wall of the shower, using one hand to prop himself up against the fiberglass wall, the other hand still playing with his cock as he pissed. Hell, his cock wouldn't go soft until he'd pumped out his morning load of cum, and pissing against the shower wall was infinitely easier than trying to aim this big cannon downward into the toilet. Done pissing, he grabbed some shaving gel and used it to lather up his cock. He wasn't picky about what he used for lube-- soap worked, if it was the right kind (obviously only a dumbass would use some kind of soap that dried out your skin), shaving gel worked pretty well, even conditioner if nothing else was readily available. And, of course, there was the jar of greasy old vaseline sitting on the edge of the sink, which he sometimes loved to jerk off with, liking how messy and sticky it got him. But today it was in a hurry, and shaving gel rinsed off pretty damn quick. He closed his eyes, sighing at the feeling of the water coarsing over his body. Gradually he turned up the temperature of the water, and began stroking his cock in earnest. Jake jerked off a bare minimum of twice a day--once in the morning, once at night. And whenever he could in between, of course. The morning session was more mindless than anything else, he was still half-asleep and didn't really focus on any thoughts, he just let his hand and his cock do their thing until he pumped out his load, then he went on with whatever he was planning on doing that day. Night was when he had his longest session of the day, lying there in bed, starting and stopping, feeling the cum rushing up his cock and forcing it back down, even liking the way it burned when he did that, sometimes for the better part of an hour before finally letting nature take its course and allowing his cock to spew all that sperm he'd been storing up. Yeah, but all that was about to come to an unpleasant end, Jake reminded himself, for his brother would be back in the bedroom tonight. And it would be back to jerking off in the bathroom, or out back somewhere in the field or the woods, which was cool too, but just not as convenient sometimes. And he'd have to stop making cumrags of every article of clothing he worse, or at least, wouldn't be able to leave them all over the room anymore as trophies of his former conquests with himself. He figured Kyle probably wouldn't appreciate that. Unbidden, a thought came to mind, those jokes about what went on in jail. At the very least, whoever Kyle had been sharing a cell with, they probably had jerked off in each other's presence, even if not ever acknowledging it. But what if it hadn't just stopped there? Jake's cock got even bigger. Yeah, yeah, okay. If he was being honest with himself, he'd been doing a lot less screwing girls lately and a lot more jerking off with a pair of his own boxers pressed to his face, sucking on the spots where he'd shot his load the night before. And, okay, maybe he did know why, even if he wasn't quite ready to say it aloud. Everyone knew what they said about guys in prison. And seriously, after all, there were no girls around, and even the biggest masturbation addicts had to admit that sometimes you wanted to cum in something a bit more substantial than your own hand. Jake thought of Kyle. While they had the same features, the same light blond hair and compelling blue eyes, Kyle was bigger. A few inches taller, a good fifty pounds heavier--not fat, he was solid if not particularly toned--big strong hands, big feet, and yes, big cock. To put it in Lord of the Rings terms, Jake had an almost elfin quality to him, whereas in contrast Kyle was much more of an orc. Not pretty, but definitely handsome, rugged in a very big, masculine, rough sort of way. Jake felt his balls tighten up and he shot his load of cum against the wall, hitting the spot his piss had hit five minutes earlier. Gobs of white cum slid slowly down the shower fall before dripping down on his feet and being washed down the drain in a spray of water. His heart sped up, realizing he was cumming as he thought of his brother. All right, to be brutually honest: he was cumming as he though of his brother fucking some of the other guys in jail. Except all the guys happened to have a slight yet muscular frame, silky blond hair with bangs hanging down in blue eyes, in other words...himself, Jake. Unwillingly, he pulled himself away from his fantasy. He was sure his mother would be banging on the bedroom door any minute now, so he rinsed off the shaving gel and the last of his cum along with it, washed the rest of his body off, turned off the water, dried his toned body against the cum-stained towel, and headed back into the bedroom, still dripping, to scout out some half-clean clothes. He settled on one of the pairs of jeans hanging over the desk chair--the frayed cuffs were a little muddy but they still smelled clean, like laundry detergent--and an American Eagle T-shirt from the pile in the closet, which also smelled pretty clean, just a little like deodorant in part of the sleeve that touched his armpits. Running a hand through his mop of blond hair, he opened his bedroom door and sauntered down the small hallway and into the kitchen. His parents looked up at him, his dad putting the breakfast dishes in the sink and his mom folding up the newspaper she'd been reading. "Ready?" she asked with a smirk that let him know she knew what he'd been doing, not that she cared very much. The whole bedrooms-at-opposite-ends-of-the-trailer thing suited them all just fine, where they had enough privacy to do whatever they wanted. "Yep," Jake said. "Want anything to eat?" his dad asked as he rinsed the drinking glasses and set them upside-down in the dish strainer. Jake shook his head and grabbed a handful of cereal out of an open box as he passed through the kitchen, earning him a swat on the head from his father. Laughing, he headed outside and got into the backseat of his mom's rusty old Honda Accord. His parents followed, and his mom drove them into town. "I'd say you should have cleaned up that pigsty of a room before Kyle came home," his mom said, "but neither of you ever kept it clean, so I guess it's a moot point." "Pretty much," Jake agreed cheerfully, arms crossed over his thin chest. "If Kyle wants me to pick the place up, I'm sure he'll tell me." Jake's parents went into the lobby while Jake stayed in the car. The jail was decent-sized for such a rural county, but the place wasn't huge. Within ten minutes, the glass-plated lobby doors opened, and his parents walked back out, and between them was a guy Jake barely recognized. Looking at his brother, Jake felt the stirring of a tingly feeling in the pit of his stomach. Kyle had definitely been working out while in jail, that was immediately obvious. Before, he was just big. Now, he was big and seriously buff. Jake looked appreciatively at the bulge of his biceps, the firm clean line of his jaw, the way he even held himself with something like grace. It was a huge change. Kyle opened the back door across from Jake and slid into the seat next to him. "Hey asshole," Jake said with a grin. "So they finally let you out, eh?" "Yeah," Kyle said, returning Jake's grin with one of his own. "Your lucky day, bro." Then he surprised Jake completely by reaching over and hugging him. It was a rough hug, a bear hug more than anything else, and as Jake felt his brother's bicep flexing against the side of his cheek, his cock stirred in his jeans. Squirming uncomfortably, he tried to escape his brother's clutches. Was it his imagination or did his brother hold him just a few moments too long? Whatever it was, Kyle's big hand pressed hard against the small of Jake's back, preventing him from moving. It was an interesting sensation. Then, without warning, Kyle leaned back and playfully hit the side of Jake's head with the heel of one of those big hands. Jake's ears were ringing, but his cock was getting even harder. He squirmed again, trying not to be too obvious about adjusting himself. Normally he wouldn't care, but this was his brother he was talking about. Kyle leaned back in the seat, stretching, the side of his leg brushing against the side of Jake's leg. Uh huh. Definite hard-on going on here now. Jake's hand snaked its way down to his crotch to adjust himself. When he looked at Kyle out of the corner of his eye and saw Kyle staring unabashedly at his little brother's crotch, Jake's penis began straining uncontrollably against the fabric of his jeans. Unaware of the little scene going on in the backseat (or, more likely, completely aware and just deciding not to comment), their parents made small talk all the way back home, Kyle replying with witty little comebacks, all of them acting as if he'd just graduated from college or being discharged from the military instead of released from jail. It was all good, as Jake really didn't care if his brother had stolen a car or fucked up some rich preppy boy's front yard. When they got home, their parents immediately started getting things together for the party, which meant unfolding card tables, putting the beer in ice chests, and getting the barbecue going. Within a half hour, the place was going to be inundated with guests. Jake headed down the hall to his--their, he reminded himself--bedroom, and Kyle followed him. Taking in the mess, the clothes thrown everywhere, Kyle smirked. "Well," he said, dropping his duffel bag on his long-unused bed, "you didn't learn any housekeeping skills while I was gone, that's for damn sure." Standing there alone, facing his brother, Jake felt that usual spring of confidence ebb away. Kyle was standing two feet away from him, but it was like Jake could feel the electricity in the air between them, or some crazy shit like that. He wasn't really comfortable with this, but he shrugged and said, "Man, you're pretty built. Lookin' good." "Thanks," Kyle said with a smile, as he took off his shirt, then dropped his pants and boxers, all right there in front of Jake, with the bedroom door open even. Kicking off his clothes, he stood there completely naked. "Hope you don't mind this. Jail makes you get pretty used to being naked around other guys. The whole modesty thing goes out the window pretty quick, let me tell ya, 'cause there's no privacy at all." "Uh, yeah," Jake stammered, suddenly willing himself to look anywhere but at his brother's dick. That tingly feeling in the pit of his stomach was back, and ten times stronger. His glance strayed to the pairs of wadded-up boxers all over the floor, and his mind finally betraying the tight grip he'd held on it. Every night, after wadding up a pair of those boxers around a rich creamy load and throwing them to land wherever they would on the floor, Jake tried to make himself forget the things he'd been envisioning as he'd jerked off. Because he always thought of guys. Guys jerking off. Guys fucking. Guys fucking HIM. Sometimes he jerked off thinking of the boys on the baseball team fucking him, sometimes just any guy at school, sometimes... Sometimes his brother. With a shaking hand, Jake pushed his bangs out of his eyes, turned, and began picking up some of the clothes on the floor. Shit. Shit, shit, shit. Living with this strain was going to be unbearable, he could tell already. His balls would probably burst just from the pure pent-up tension of it. Damn it. "Aw, just leave that stuff there," Kyle said. Jake turned around cautiously, but Kyle had turned around too, and was pulling clothes out of his dresser, clothes he hadn't worn in eight months. "To be honest, I'm pretty sick of having to keep my room clean." "Yeah?" was all Jake could think to say. Kyle already had a pair of briefs on, then jeans, then a sleeveless muscle shirt. It was then that they heard the first car pull into to driveway. Actually it was a truck, with their aunt and uncle and four obnoxious cousins. Kyle left the room to go and greet them at the door. Jake realized he'd been holding his breath and let it out slowly, willing his heart to slow down. Willing himself to lock those memories back up, willing himself to deny once again what he jerked off over at night. Jake had always gotten along with his brother pretty well, but there was no telling what Kyle might do if he learned his little brother jerked off thinking of the two of them screwing their brains out together. Kyle wasn't the type of guy you wanted to cross. Jake reminded himself to keep that in mind. Luckily, he didn't have to think about it for very long, for the trailer and the rocky yard outside were soon full of people. He closed his--their--bedroom door behind him, and went outside to see what his cousins were up to. The afternoon passed by in a blur. Kyle was the center of everyone's attention, of course, and Jake occupied himself by talking to his cousin Curtis, listening to Curtis go on and on about all the girls he'd like to fuck, nodding like he gave a shit what the kid was saying even when he didn't. They drank beer, then when it got dark, they built a bonfire and everyone sat around drinking more beer. Jake was getting a pretty good buzz himself by then, and when the people who were going to spend the night starting pitching tents or heading off in pairs toward the field of high grass beyond the backyard, he stumbled up the stairs and into the trailer. A glance at the far end revealed that his parents' bedroom door was already closed. Smirking, he knew what that meant. He headed in the opposite direction, opened the door to the bedroom, closed it behind him, and leaning back against the flimsy door for a second. The overhead light above the garage outside cast a striped pattern of light and darkness against the far wall, illuminating Kyle's duffel bag, which still lay on his bed, a mute reminder that Jake wouldn't be free to have my normal long jerk-off session tonight. He sighed and pushed away from the door, reaching for his belt. Kyle had still been outside when Jake had come back in the trailer. Maybe there'd be time for a quick... The footsteps in the hall put an end to that thought. Miffed, Jake flopped down on his bed and turned toward the wall. He was still feeling the buzz from too much alcohol, and was feeling pouty, like a little boy whose favorite toy had just been taken away. He'd wait until Kyle was asleep and then sneak outside somewhere to jerk off, but tonight that wouldn't be very easy either, with everyone camping out in the yard. From the sounds of it, there were still a lot of people out there, talking and sitting around the bonfire, still drinking. They'd probably stay up for hours. Wonderful. The bedroom door opened, then closed softly. Jake lay there, staring at the wall, waiting to hear his brother either go into the bathroom or get in bed, do something. Finally, after several moments of hearing no movement at all, curiosity got the better of him and he turned around. Kyle was standing right there, next to the edge of Jake's bed. Jake's flesh instantly broke out in goosebumps as he looked up at his brother, silhouetted in the darkness. He couldn't see the expression on Kyle's face, and wondered what he was thinking. Jake's heart began to pound, but the strangest part was, he wasn't exactly sure why. He was turned on, yeah. But he was also scared. Maybe it was the way Kyle was standing there over him, not moving, not saying a word. "Kyle?" he ventured, his voice squeaking as it hadn't done since he'd hit puberty. Kyle made a sound in his throat, a deep sort of grunt something like a laugh. Then he turned around and thumbed the lock on the bedroom door. Jake sat up, his back against the bedroom wall, looking at his brother. "You still jerk off as much as you used to?" Kyle asked him suddenly. Taken off guard, Jake blinked. "What?" "Used to wait until you thought I was asleep before getting down to business," Kyle said, and Jake's heart leapt into his throat as his big brother's hand gently started squeezing at his own crotch. "Fuckin' little horndog you were, Jake. And I assume you still are." Jake's brain was having trouble processing this information. Before Kyle went to jail, it was true, he'd always waited until he heard Kyle's heavy breathing before starting to jerk off, and even then he was quiet about it. Or so he thought. But all this time...his brother had known what he was doing? THAT sent not unpleasant shivers through him, and against his will he felt himself starting to get hard again. But something about Kyle's threatening posture still scared the hell out of Jake. That and the way he could smell the beer on his brother's breath from three feet away. Kyle was definitely loaded for bear. And then Kyle was on Jake's bed with him. The bedsprings creaked and pinged under the added strain as Kyle leaned over his little brother until their faces were inches apart. Kyle's beer breath alone made Jake dizzy, but his heart was hammering again, RPMs going up into the redline, and his cock was swollen again, getting bigger with each pump of blood through his veins. One of Kyle's hands was on Jake's thigh, the other on his upper arm. He reached in and kissed Jake full on the mouth. Jake wasn't expecting that, and he jerked back in surprise. Kyle's grip on his arm tightened to the point where it started to hurt, his other hand forcing Jake's thigh down against the mattress. Heart starting to stutter it was beating so fast, Jake strugged against his brother. The hand on his arm released his grip and Jake felt a glancing blow on the side of his head where his brother had hit him with the heel of his hand again. Jake saw stars, but an involuntary moan of pleasure escaped his lips and amazingly he felt the cum start to rush up his cock... With a huge effort, he forced it back down. Man, it burned when it went the other way, but he forced it down, denying himself the orgasm. Kyle was on top of him know, his bulk pressing Jake down into the mattress. One big hand pinned both of Jake's wrists to the bed above his head; the other hand roughly grabbed Jake's crotch through his jeans and squeezed until it hurt. Jake thought he couldn't possibly get any bigger but he was wrong, his cock swelled even fuller, and a deep guttural growl started somewhere down in the pit of his chest. "Yeah," Kyle whispered. "I knew you wanted it. You were such a fucking tease, Jake. Every night you'd jerk that cock of yours for all it was worth, shoot your spunk into a pair of your boxers or socks or T-shirt--once you even shot into one of your baseball sneakers, man that was fucking hot--then like clockwork you'd fall instantly asleep." He leaned down and kissed along Kyle's jawline, first sucking, then gently biting. Kyle squirmed, arched his back, but was panting with each breath. He could see in Kyle's eyes that they'd come to an understanding now, and that the fighting was just for show. And hell, it was half the fun. "Did you ever know," Kyle said in a husky voice as he pulled up Jake's shirt to feel his rock-hard abs, his big, callused fingers probing at Jake's armpits, then making their way to the small of his back, down the back of his pants, "that you got me so fucking horned up by doing that? Did you, Jake?" Kyle's fingers kneaded Jake's butt cheeks for a minute, then he felt Kyle's thick index finger probing at his butthole. He'd never had anything up there, not even his own finger, but he arched his back and lifted his butt off the mattress, giving his brother access to his hole. Seeing this, Kyle broke into a grin. He pulled his hand out of Jake's pants, made a hocking sound deep in his throat, and spit a glob of saliva into his fingers. Then they went back down Jake's pants. Jake's head fell backwards and he thought he was going to faint as his brother worked his big index finger up inside his ass. Man, it hurt. Kyle looked deep into Jake's eyes as his finger stabbed farther up his little brother's ass. Jake just laid there, quivering, looking up at his brother's eyes, which were illuminated in the rays of dim light coming in through the window. Then Kyle suddenly did something Jake would never have guessed. He turned his finger around and pressed against something which made Jake exhale in this high-pitched whine, fuck it felt so good, his balls tightened up again and his vision blacked out and suddenly Kyle whacked him on the side of the head again. "YOu better not cum yet, Jake. You cum right now and I'll beat the fucking shit out of you." The thing was...Kyle believed him. Luckily, he didn't want to cum yet, anyway. His cum burned twice as bad as he forced it down his cock, but Kyle held completely still, not moving a muscle, as if knowing that his slightest movement would cause his little brother to shoot his sperm all over the inside of his already-cummed-in boxers. Kyle kept his finger up Jake's butt, but now he let his full weight settle back down on his brother and he gently ran the fingers of his other hand through Jake's hair. "You want to know a secret, Jake?" he asked softly, so softly Jake could barely hear him, even though his big brother was right on top of him and his mouth only inches away from Jake's ear. "You want to? Huh, buddy?" Kyle was grinding his hips into Jake, and Jake could feel the bulge in his brother's pants hitting him on that spot right between his balls and his asshole. Jake's finger started probing deeper up his ass again, causing him to whimper. "What's the secret, Kyle?" he said, but in his mind, he was saying, FUCK ME, KYLE. His big brother laughed. "Every night you'd shoot your cum into some piece of clothing. Usually while smelling and sucking and rubbing all over your tight little body some other piece of clothing from the night before, which had cum all over it." A second finger joined the first up Jake's butt. Jake's every exhalation was something between a laugh and a giggle by then. The buzz from too much beer, combined with raging hormones and the fact that his big muscular brother was on top of him, pinning him down... (exactly the kind of thing he jerked off thinking about, fuck me Kyle just fuck me fuck me c'mon big brother please oh please fuck me) ...made him so giddy he couldn't stop laughing. "The thing is," Kyle continued, "you always thought you were sucking on your own dried cum from the night before. You weren't." Jake was past the point where his brain could even begin to start reasoning through those statements, so Kyle spelled it out for him. "Every night, after you jerked off and fell fast asleep--and I mean EVERY night, Jake--I'd suck every drop of your cum off those boxers or out of that sock, suck it all down, and then I'd beat off, shooting MY cum where yours had been. What do you think of that, bro? Every time you though you were sucking on your own cum-stains, you weren't. You were sucking on mine. 'Till I went off to jail, of course. But up until then...you were sucking your brother's cum." "Kyle," Jake panted. Kyle's two fingers up inside him were driving him crazy. "Kyle." He said his big brother's name over and over again, like a mantra. "Kyle." Kyle kissed him again, his mouth grinding against Jake's. Kyle hunched his crotch up into his little brother, grinding his cock underneath Jake's balls. "In case you're wondering," Kyle said when they broke the kiss, "the rumors about what goes on in jail are all true. But for me...it was all simply practice." "Huh?" Jake said incoherently, his eyes no longer able to stay in focus. His brother's face seemed to swim above him, all except for those piercing blue eyes which skewered him just as deeply as the two fingers rooted up his ass. "That night I got arrested, Jake, I was so fucking drunk off my ass. And hornier than fuck. When I stole that car, you know what I was on my way to do? I was coming here to get you. I was gonna drag you out of bed, bro, and you and me would drive off in that car, up in the woods, and I'd shove my fucking cock all the way up your butt and shoot every fucking drop of my spunk up your ass. I was gonna breed you. You ever have a cock up your ass, Jake? Huh? You ever have a man's cock up your ass?" "Not yet," Jake said. "Not yet." He licked his lips, which were dry. Kyle covered his mouth with his own. Jake inhaled his brother's beer breath, crushing their mouths together again. "Kyle," he said around his brother's kisses, "Kyle, bro, Kyle, come on. Please. Please. Fuck me, Kyle." Kyle made a sound like an animal deep in his throat, a predatory sound which made the hair on Jake's neck stand straight up. "I want your cock, Kyle," Jake said, getting hysterical now. "So I may have been sucking on your cum-stains all those years. Maybe part of me even knew it, but Kyle, I don't want to be sucking on boxers when you're here, and I'm here, and please please please bro will you put it inside me, please Kyle, please..." Kyle smiled and laughed. "Fuck yeah. FUCK yeah. You're gonna get bred tonight, little bro. Like you should have been before they hauled my ass off to jail. But what the fuck, it was worth it. I studied up good. Figured out exactly how to do everything I'd always dreamed of doing to you." Jake started to sit up and Kyle smacked him upside the head again, hard. He found himself sitting up again, just so Kyle would do it again. His head was spinning too much for him to get up a third time, and he lay back in a daze as Kyle tore off Jake's belt, ripped the button off his jeans, ripped the zipper apart, totally ruining it. Then he was unbuttoning his own jeans, and the next thing Jake knew his big brother's cock was right in front of his face, standing straight fucking up in the air. It was huge, the head big enough, the shaft even bigger, growing in girth as it went, with a huge vein snaking the length of it. Kyle grabbed his brother's head and forced it down into his crotch. In one swift motion, Kyle jammed his monster cock in his little brother's mouth and halfway down his throat. Jake gagged and felt all the beer in his stomach threaten to come back up. Jake forced it back down. He was getting good at forcing things back down by now. Kyle's cock was already dripping with precum. With the head jammed in the back of his throat, of course, Jake couldn't taste it, but as his brother pulled his cock out, his tongue lapped at Kyle's piss slit, and he tasted the precum, salty and musky. Kyle drew his cock away as he took his shirt off. Jake leaned up, trying to get his brother's cock back in his mouth. Kyle shoved him away. "Not tonight, asshole. I've been saving up for tonight and I'm not gonna waste this load on someone's mouth, even one as hot as yours. Haven't fucked--and haven't jerked off--for two fucking whole weeks, if you can believe that. My balls are so fucking full of sperm it's not gonna take much to blow my load, got it? And I don't want one single one of my sperm wasted. They're all going as far up your ass as they can, bro." Jake fell back on the bed again, laughing. "This has to be a dream. It has to be." Kyle kissed him again, gentler this time. Slowly he withdrew those two fingers from his little brother's ass until he was gently massaging his ass cheeks again. "It isn't a dream, bro, trust me. Or maybe it is, a dream come true, because I've dreamed about this for a couple of years now. Jake, honey...I've wanted you so bad..." Suddenly Kyle's whole demeanor changed. "Jake," he said, and Jake recognized that voice, that pleading, yearning feeling, because he was feeling it too. "Jake. Little bro. I wanna fuck you so bad. So bad, Jake. My cock is aching, I gotta cum, I gotta cum, that's all there is to it. Can I put it in your ass, Jake? Can I?" Kyle kissed the side of Jake's face, gently, working his way from his little brother's chin all the way up his jawline to his ear. "Can I? Can I put it inside you? Jake? I wanna be inside you. I need to cum, Jake. I need to cum, little bro." Jake felt his brother's muscular chest against his own, his brother's pecs coated with hair, rubbing against his own flat smooth chest. Funny, he hadn't remembered taking his shirt off, but it was definitely off now. He reached down and grabbed his brother's cock. Jake was sprawled flat on his back, and Kyle was sitting back on his heels on the bed behind him. Kyle hocked up a wad of spit, used it to lube his cock, hocked up another wad and used his thumb to spread it around Jake's asshole. For a moment, they stayed like that, just looking at each other. Jake felt completely detached from his body yet at the same time was aware of every millimeter of it. He had fucked girls quite a few times, quite a few different ones, had even cum inside a few of them, but never before had he been bred. But it was all he wanted. He looked at his brother's cock, grabbed it again, and guided it to his asshole, which was throbbing now. He felt empty now that his brother's big fingers weren't up inside him anymore, and he wanted something even bigger up there. Kyle leaned over him, and Jake noticed he was swaying slightly from side to side. The alcohol, and the hormones, must really have gotten to him now, as he looked like he could barely stay upright any longer (except for a certain part of him). "Jake," he said softly, "Jake, little bro, Jake, my baby." Jake had never been spoken to like this, least of all by his brother, but he was turned on and secretly touched by it. The head of Kyle's cock probed once, twice, at Jake's asshole. Then it poked its way inside. Inch by inch, Jake's big brother shoved that big fat swollen cock up inside of him. Jake winced, it hurt, fuck yeah it hurt. He gasped in pain, and shifted his position. He was only trying to allow his brother better access, but Kyle didn't know that, and suddenly Jake felt two strong rough hands clamping him down, holding him tight against the mattress. Kyle wanted to breed, and he wanted his bitch to stay put and take his cum without any arguments. "Don't move, bro," Kyle panted, "can't move, not now, oh baby I'm inside you, do you feel it, do you feel my cock inside you, not gonna last long bro, not long. Man, you're so fuckin' tight, Jake." Kyle kept sliding in, and Jake felt his asshole stretching farther and farther apart as he remembered the way his brother's cock got wider and wider at the base, like a butt plug. Jake giggled at the thought. He had a personal butt plug now, who just so happened to be his big brother. Think about it: someone who wanted to fuck you, who slept in your bedroom every night. Man. Not a bad arrangement, after all. When Kyle was all the way in, he stayed like that for a moment, looking down at Jake. Then, before Jake knew what was happening, his brother bodily picked him up off the bed and turned him around, all while keeping his big cock firmly planted up Jake's ass. Jake felt himself slam down on the mattress on his stomach, and with a grunt his brother was down on top of him. "Gonna fuck you now, bro," Kyle said dreamily, almost like he was half-asleep. Maybe he was. He took a deep breath, and started breeding his brother in earnest. Jake's mind soon stopped functioning, too, as his brother's cock plowed him. There was only the sound of the bedsprings squeaking in the dusty, dark, musty room as his brother fucked his ass, that and the occasional intake of breath from one of them. Jake smelled sweat, his and his brother's mixing together, he smelled beer, and he smelled his clothes strewn all over the room, which were permeated with a mixture of dried sweat, dried cum, deodorant, cologne, more dried cum, and the faintest whiff of dried piss, which all combined together to make a fucking aphrodisiac, in his mind. One of Kyle's arms came around underneath Jake's chin, holding him in place so his brother could have his way with him. And there was the feel of everything, of course: the feel of the coarse, rough, ripped mattress against Jake's chest and his swollen, raging, rock-hard cock, for the thin sheet had been torn off in their frenzy and each time his brother's cock hit home up his ass, Jake's cock rubbed roughly across the matress; there was the feel of his brother's weight on top of him; the feel of Kyle's hot, beer-scented breath against Jake's cheek; the feel of Kyle's muscular hairy legs on top of Jake's muscular almost-as-hairy legs; the feel of Kyle's big ball sac slapping against the back of Jake's own balls; and most of all, the feeling of his big brother's massive cock up his ass, deep inside of him, filling him up. Kyle's cock felt so big that it strained the walls of his ass, as if his insides were made at just the right circumference to accomodate his brother's penis and not a centimeter more. It was a perfect fit, and the way Kyle's cock rubbed against Jake's insides with every thrust made him wonder just why the fuck he'd ever settled for screwing a girl, when nothing could ever compare to how fucking hot and intense and RIGHT this felt. It wasn't long before Kyle's thrusts started getting more and more like small jabs. At first he'd drawn his cock almost all the way out of his little brother with each thrust before ramming it home again. Now he'd changed tactics, and it was like he was trying to drive his cock as deep inside his little brother as he could, ramming it home like he was trying to find some target. He felt his brother leaning over the side of the bed, and only dimly wondered what he was doing until he was having a pair of his own cum-stained boxers stuffed in his face. Kyle held them there over Jake's face like a gag, wadded up the fabric and shoved it roughly in Jake's mouth, all while pushing up inside him even farther. Jake felt the head of Kyle's cock meet with some resistance and then with a final shove it turned a corner up his ass until he felt sure his big brother's cock was now actually buried up in his intestines. The thought of that drove Jake over the edge, and without even touching himself, his cock burned raw by the rough scratchy fabric of the old mattress, he began to cum. And cum. And cum. It was like the floodgates had been locked open and every single drop of semen in his body was being ejected onto the mattress. Kyle gave a long low groan then, almost a growl, and Jake felt his brother's cock expand in his intestines, stretching him, as he started to ejaculate. They reached the highest climax simultaneously, Jake's balls emptying his cum onto the matress and smearing it all over his abs, Kyle's balls pumping his thick spunk up his little brother's ass. He'd been saving up for two weeks, so obviously there was a lot. Jake felt every hot spurt, felt his insides bulge as his brother's semen filled his intestines. It seemed like there was no end to it, either. Every time Jake felt Kyle must've emptied his balls, there was another spurt, and another, and then another, until Jake's ass couldn't hold another drop and he felt it straining to leak out. He felt sure his taut, tight little stomach would be stretching out a little more than usual right now, between all the beer in one end and the cum in the other. Finally Kyle stopped thrusting, and lay there on top of his little brother, completely spent. For a moment, Jake wondered if Kyle had fallen asleep, but then he rolled onto his side next to Jake, pulling out of him. Jake clamped down tight, determined to not let a single drop of his brother's cum leak out of his ass. After awhile of clenching his ass muscles tightly, he felt some movement inside of him, and his stomach let out this huge rumble as his body took his brother's cum farther up his intestines, deeper inside of him, to where he didn't need to try so hard to keep it in. The thought of his brother's cum being worked farther up in his guts by his bodily processes would've made him rock hard again if he hadn't just cum every drop of semen he had. And then, suddenly, the weight of what had just happened came crashing down on him, as usually tends to happen. He felt sure Kyle was asleep now, and suddenly he realized that his brother had been really really drunk, that he'd just gotten out of jail and was hornier than hell, and his little brother had been the first person in sight. That was all, nothing more. In the morning, oh god, it would be so awkward... "Jake," Kyle whispered. Jake was surprised to discover that he was about to start crying. He really was turning into a fucking pansy, wasn't he! "Jake," Kyle said again, and his grip tightened around his little brother. Jake buried his head in Kyle's chest, wondering if his brother would hit him again, but when Kyle touched him, it was achingly gentle. "Jake," he said for the third time. "What?" Jake finally said, his face still pressed against his brother's chest. "We just had sex," Kyle said softly. Jake laughed. "Uh, I know. You just pumped a gallon of your cum up my ass. I probably have a higher count of sperm cells in my body right now than I do blood cells." Kyle laughed with him. "Yep bro, you probably do, considering I'd saved that load for you for the last two weeks." They lay there in silence for a minute. Jake took a deep breath and said, "So this wasn't just a drunken stupor kind of thing?" Kyle rolled his eyes. "What the fuck you take me for, bro? You think I can't hold my liquor? I was never THAT far gone, and you know it. I wanted to fuck you, you wanted me to fuck you. We fucked. And hopefully...it's not gonna be the only time." Jake grinned as he looked at his brother. "Well, I never knew cock could be so addicting. Or is it the cum that's addicting? It doesn't matter, I guess. It's like my ass was made for your cock." "Sure was," Kyle agreed. "You're fuckin' tight, bro. Fit my big cock like a glove." They were silent again for a few minutes. Jake felt himself starting to drift off to sleep. He snuggled in closer to his big brother, who tightened his arms around him. "Dude," Kyle said, "I'm so tired, I'm not moving a muscle tonight, but tomorrow we're gonna have to push our beds together. More room to sleep, and more room to...play." "Okay," Jake said sleepily. "Sounds good. But what if mom and dad notice?" Kyle laughed, a deep, confident sort of laugh. "I think they already know what's going on. And besides, they were giving me a lecture about not going off and knocking up some girl, because they don't want to be grandparents. They told me I should find an outlet which wouldn't, how did they put it, bring about the risk of getting anyone knocked up." "Mmm," Jake said contentedly, closing his eyes. "Well, you can't make me pregnant, that's for sure." "Nope," Kyle agreed happily, "but I'll sure have fun trying."