Date: Wed, 16 Jan 2019 02:03:34 +0000 From: michael Cardoso Subject: My brother's man 5 You can all imagine what discovering sex for two teenage boys really was. The next morning after the wedding our relatives left and the house was left alone again. Mom and Dad went back to sleep immediately after the family fled, and so, Chris and I took advantage of it. We had fucked for the first time the night before and Chris undressed me as if he hadn't seen me naked in years. Chris was downstairs when our parents went back to their room. My big brother practically ran the stairs to my room and locked the door once he was in. As I used to do back then, I was looking outside my window because it relaxed me, of course, that changed when my brother, wearing his favorite black jeans and blue t-shirt, walked towards me. I was expecting a kiss but he just took my black hoodie off, leaving me shirtless. He turned me around so I was facing the window and I laid on my desk. Chris, still not talking, undid my black sweat pants, took them off and I finally heard how he undid his belt. I was worried because I was still sore from yesterday, but I didn't want to refuse feeling him inside of me. He spat on his cock, I assumed, and then I felt how he spat on my butthole and then, without any consideration, he buried himself in me. I did my best to not let go the big scream of pain, but Chris didn't control his moan of pleasure once he felt how tight I was. I turned around to see my big brother and he had that orgasmic expression on his face, that one I loved and remembered every day, at every second. I can't seriously begin to describe what Chris and that facial expression did to me. I could jerk off to that face forever. I felt how his mushroom head and his all length stretched my hole, I really could feel it. Chris' thrusts were not tender, not this time, he was an animal, he didn't care of the sound his balls was making when it clashed against my ass. At one time, I felt how he took his cock almost completely out of me, just to slammed it a second later. I felt the head mushroom at the entrance, the lines of his shape I knew so well, and then how he got it in again. I was in a lot of pain, but when I turned around to see his face, all red and in ecstasy, full of sweat, that pain disappeared. I wanted to please him, that was my only purpose. Slowly, I opened my legs even wider, to give him more access to my body. Chris was grateful for it and I felt how he got even deeper, something I didn't think possible. I felt how my hole stretched even more, he was really buried all the way, and I enjoyed it. I wanted to moan, I wanted to show him I was enjoying it but I knew it was not possible. I turned around and I gave my brother a smile, he saw it and went faster than before. I could feel his quick movements destroying my hole, I saw the veins on his neck, how red he was and then I felt the first shoat of load filling my insides. I saw the mouth of my brother, he was biting his lips, he was trying to not make any noise while he bred his little brother, filling him and making him of his property. It was so much cum I could feel some coming out of my hole. Chris fell on top of me, heavy breathing. When he pulled out, I felt as if I had accomplished my duty. I thought Chris would leave my room afterwards, but no. He took his jeans off, and was laying in my bed, holding up his legs and smiling at me. "Your turn" and then he winked at me. I practically ran to him, spat on his delicious hole and then something occurred to me. Chris had eaten my hole once, and I thought it was my turn. Impulsively, I put my tongue on his hole and started licking, I loved the smell of his balls, the smell of cum that came from it, and to my surprise, his hole didn't smell or taste bad. Chris was holding some moans, I could see, and I couldn't hold myself anymore. I didn't spit on my dick, which I later knew hurt Chris terribly. I buried myself and I let go a huge moan that I later tried to control. He was so tight and warm and, in this position, I could have more access to his insides. I put his hairy legs on my shoulders and I started fucking my big brother. I figured I was not really considerate with Chris since I really buried myself all the way in, feeling my dick stretching the skin of my brother's hole. At one point I stopped focusing on Chris's face and I concentrate on the perfect picture that was my own cock sliding in and out of the perfect bubble butt of my brother. It was marvelous. Then I turned my head to the right and I saw both of us in the mirror in front of the bed. I was speechless. It was the first time I felt completely manly and sexy. There my big brother, with his big and muscled body, so sexy and manly, with a facial expression of pain and pleasure, while his beautiful legs rested on my shoulders, and then there was me. For the first time in my life I felt like my brother, like a man. I saw my legs and the strength they had, my butt (which looked amazing) full of sweat, my hips sliding my cock inside my brother... and then there was my face, red, full of sweat, with the veins in my neck and face really visible. I felt powerful, not only because I was making love, but also because I was fucking this Adonis that was Chris. I finally felt my balls rising and I understood I was finishing up soon. When I felt it near the tip, I buried myself all the way in and I shoot my load. I realized that it was me the one who was breeding Chris, the one who was putting his seed right there, inside him. When I was done, I fell on him and kissed him passionately. I felt how my cum was coming out of him. "You should've seen you face" Chris said. "You looked like a grown up... guess I won't have to tell you little man anymore, eh?" I blushed and looked at ourselves in the mirror. Chris turned around to see how he looked like with his legs spread open on his little brother's shoulders. "Hey, I looked hot" Chris said laughing. "I'm sorry I got in like this but after last night there's nothing else I could think of..." "Don't apologize" I told him "It was amazing, wasn't it?" "It was... you make it perfect" Chris said as he kissed me again. "I can feel how full you left me. I think I may be knocked up after all" he said jokingly. "Hey, don't play with that, that's something I would like" I told him sliding out from him. "So, I have to get my clothes on, I promised Mom I was going to make dinner today" Chris said standing up and getting his jeans back on "Wanna help?" "Of course" I said with a smile on my face. Chris then hold my in his arms, protectively, and kissed me putting his tongue in my mouth. Gladly, we found out both Mom and Dad were snoring, so we went to the kitchen to make dinner. We made a good team and Chris told me this was a training for when we had our own house. He said that at last three times and I grew excited every time he said it. My big brother didn't loose the opportunity to spank his little brother whenever he could, actually, he spanked me almost 20 times all the while I was preparing the soup. I had taken off my black hoodie and I was now wearing a white t-shirt, the same Chris tried to take it off at least twice. We were finishing everything when Chris stood up behind me, sensually he slid my sweatpants leaving my ass uncovered. He took my butt cheeks with both his hands, caressing them tenderly at first, and then he squeezed them. He then opened them and put his index finger in the entrance of my hole. I was really really sore, and I understood in that moment that I would never have a break from him, and I adored that idea. His finger slowly walked in my hole. "I can feel my cum inside of you" Chris said seductively, while his other hand caressed my left butt cheek. I turned around and kissed him. "This pretty hole is mine, Eddy. Even if I have to mark it daily, as many times needed. Can you feel how I'm moving inside of you? Can you feel your big brother's finger stretching your hole?". I could feel it, and as consequence my cock was fully erect. Chris had to take his finger out of me when we were interrupted by steps on the stairs. We barely had time to fix my clothes and get away from each other when Dad entered the kitchen. "Boys, smell good" Dad said inspecting the kitchen and his sons. I knew he was sensing something, but of course he would never suspect of what was really happening. After he talked some minutes with Chris of how David was getting a full scholarship in College and Chris assured him, he would have the same opportunity soon enough, Dad turned his gaze to me. Of course, I tried to avoid his eyes and kept preparing the salad, but it was not enough. "Son, I need to talk with you. C'mon, let's go to the backyard" Dad told me already walking out of the kitchen without expecting an answer from me. Both Chris and I moved towards his direction but Dad wouldn't allow it. "No, Chris. You stay, Mom's coming down and you two can get the table ready". Chris made me a sign for me to remain calm, but I was a complete disaster inside. As soon as I was out in the backyard, Dad sat in one of the chairs and stared at me. I sat in the one next to him. My heart pumping really hard. "Son, I need to talk with you. Man to man" Dad said looking at me straight to the eyes. "What is it, Dad?" I asked. My voice was weak, I was nervous. "My father taught me how awesome it was to be a man. I was the older and I saw my brothers grow from boys to men. You know that, right?" He asked me. Here we go again, I thought. I hated how misogynists my Dad and his family were. It disgusted me every time he talked about something like this. "Yeah" I said, bothered about hearing that shit again. "I saw my brothers grow and I could detect when they become men. You wanna know how? By the same reason Dad knew I had become a man" He was so serious and I honestly wanted to laugh. "I knew it because I discovered they had had sex. Their personalities, way of walking and body language changed..." "So, you're basically saying that one becomes a man only by having sex? Jezz, Dad. I don't know about that" I said trying to make fun of him but I immediately regret it. I had never done something like that, I had always "honored" whatever he said. "Take this seriously, now" Dad said angry. I shut up. "I know you had sex. You've changed, you're not my boy anymore, you're a man now and I expect you to act like it". "I hadn't had sex" I lied to him. "Are you lying to me'" Dad asked, he was angry, I could see that. "I know when a boy has left childhood, I knew when your brother became a man, and that's why I know you did too". I was speechless. He wasn't talking as he usually did... I even felt it as a threat. His voice was different, he was kind of violent. I was scared. "Now that you're a man, you need to talk to me with the truth" He said. So much anger in his voice. "So, tell me. Who did you do?" I was scared and so I decided that I would lie to him. "With Vanessa". He half smiled. "Was it her first as well?" I nodded. I could feel tears on my eyes. I was hoping he didn't see them. "What did she do to you?" He said. "Dad, I'm not comfortable" I said. I think he saw my tears. He laughed and went back to the house. I stayed there, and I was scared. Chris sat next to me a few minutes later and he saw the tears rolling in my face. I told him everything and my big brother was as confused as me. Chris then told me he had seen Dad's behavior changing. My big brother told me he would never let someone, including Dad, hurt me and I believed him. "Just a few months" Chris told me. After that uncomfortable dinner in which Mom and Dad only talked of how handsome both Chris and I had looked like the day before, Chris and I went to his room, leaving the door open so it wouldn't be weird for Dad. There, Chris showed me a collection of baseball cards Dad had given to him a while ago. Chris was planning on selling them in order for us to get more cash once we were out of there. I returned to my room but I couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong with Dad. I felt threatened and when I told to Chris, he actually said that he couldn't find a threat in what he had said. But it wasn't on something Dad had said. The threat was in his voice. On his eyes. I told myself I was overreacting and I fell asleep almost immediately. In the middle of the night I woke up and I went to the kitchen to get a glass of water. When I arrived there, I was surprised Dad was there, but he talked to me in his normal tone, as if what had happened before wasn't real. I went back to my room and I was thrilled to see Chris there. As soon as I closed the door behind me, Chris carried me in his arms. He was wearing a gray tank top and some white shorts. I was wearing the same white t-shit and black sweatpants. I felt so protected on his strong arms. He laid me down in the bed and started undressing me. As soon as I was completely naked, Chris took oh his tank top. It was amazing watching his biceps flexing as he took it off. He then took away his shorts, opened my legs, put them in his shoulders and for the third time in the day, he buried himself inside of me. He pulled the blankets on us and so we we're covered. This time, Chris went slowly. His thrusts were loving and tender. "I'm going to protect you forever, Eddy" Chris told me a few times while he was making love to me. My hands touched and squeezed his butt cheeks and then his back. As much as I felt a man a few hours ago when I fucked Chris, I felt Chris owned me in that moment. I felt his beautiful cock sliding in my insides, all the while his kisses made my own cock dripping. I don't know how long it took but Chris filled me and once again I imagined he was knocking me up. An idea that threw me to the edge. "I imagine you're getting me pregnant" I whispered in Chris' ear. "That's an idea that turns you on, right?" Chris told me. "I wish I could give you that". "But you do" I told my big brother. He slid out of me and Chris moved between my legs. With his strong hand he stroked my length and then put it inside of his mouth. The room was dark, but I could see the lips of my brother around my cock. I always loved when he did that. Unfortunately, I jacked off a little bit when Chris was making love to me, so I couldn't handle enough. My hand took Chris' head and made him take all my penis as I filled his mouth with my cum. He drank it and I could hear how he swallowed. I fell asleep in his arms, where I felt completely protected. The next day Chris would tell me he saw me sleeping for hours until he finally fell asleep. We were both naked and when the sun arrived, our morning erections woke us up. However, we couldn't do anything. Chris had to return to his room as soon as possible but we promised we would take care of both our dicks soon enough. I stayed in bed for a while, smelling Chris' scent. I love him. I really loved him.