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Fuck Yeah
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“Dad asked me to have a talk with you,” my absurdly hot, older brother Brett announced as he sat down across from me. A dashing smile was plastered upon his scruffy face, his blue eyes piercing through me. He was wearing a muscle shirt, his gorgeous, hairy body taunting me. “Dad thought you might feel more comfortable talking with me,” my brother continued. “You know, after what—uh—what happened yesterday.”
“Jesus Christ,” I scoffed. “Dad walked in on me jacking off to porn. I’m eighteen years old. What’s the big, fuckin’ deal?”
“It was gay porn,” Brett countered. “It’s totally okay with us if you’re gay, Ricky. We don’t want you to feel you have to hide that from us. So—uh—do you think you could be gay?”
“I—I’m not sure,” I stammered. “I’ve never been with a guy. I’m still a virgin.”
“There’s nothing wrong with being a virgin at your age, Ricky,” Brett stated, sensing my embarrassment. “A lot of guys don’t have sex until—”
“You were fifteen,” I cut him off. “I walked in on you fucking that older girl from the swim club.”
“Misty Parker,” he recalled fondly, adjusting his package. “All the lifeguards—we called her the cherry popper because she—”
“Yeah, I get it,” I interrupted my brother’s trip down memory lane. “You all lost your v-cards to her.”
“If that’s what you want—some easy bitch to pop your cherry—I can hook you up with any number of slutty girls that I know,” Brett offered.
“I don’t want a slutty girl,” I refused. “What I want is a slutty guy, but I doubt you can help me with that.”
“Don’t be so sure,” Brett gave a twisted smile before pulling off his shirt, tossing it on the floor, his hairy chest driving me wild.
“What—what the fuck is happening?” my voice quavered. In shock, I watched as Brett began to hike down his shorts, kicking them off. A massive cock, thick and veiny, reached outward from his hairy thighs. “Are you also gay?” I asked hopefully.
“I don’t believe in labels, Ricky,” my brother declared. “I like sex in all forms. You recall Misty’s brother Dylan, who lifeguarded with me that summer?”
“Yeah,” I nodded, remembering that Dylan was hot as fuck.
“Well, Dylan liked taking my big dick just as much as his slutty sister,” Brett laughed, giving his hard cock a playful tug. “Maybe even more than her.”
“You—you fuck guys?” I asked, astonished.
“Sometimes, when I’m in the mood,” my brother reached for me, pulling me towards him. “And I’m in the mood to fuck you, if you want me to pop that cherry for you.”
“Th—th—that sounds good,” I stuttered in disbelief, my wettest dreams suddenly becoming true.
“How about we take this to my bedroom, Ricky?” Brett asked, standing up, his hard cock stretched perpendicularly from his body as he grabbed me by the hand and led me to his room. “I think we’ll be more comfortable on my bed.”
“You want me doggy?” I asked moments later, stripping down in Brett’s room and climbing upon his bed.
“Nah, roll over on your back,” my brother directed, climbing between my legs, pushing my knees to my chest. “I want to taste that cunt, get you good and open for me.”
His tongue was suddenly at my hole, lapping at my knotted sphincter. “Jesus, that feels good,” I moaned, running my fingers through his thick head of hair as Brett ate me out. I started to relax, my nerves melting away as his probing tongue opened me up.
Soon, Brett inserted a finger, followed by another. Deftly, he stretched my orifice, readying it for his big dick. “Fuck me,” I begged, unable to endure the wait any longer. “Fuck me with that big dick.”
Sitting back on his haunches, gripping his big dick in his fist, Brett’s rounded cock head, engorged and dripping precum, made first contact with my wet hole. The initial pressure was a mix of pleasure and pain as my brother initiated penetration.
“This is gonna hurt,” Brett warned, working inside of me before giving a deep thrust.
“FUCK,” I winced, a flash of pain jolting my body.
“There we go, Ricky,” he looked down at his cock buried inside me. “I just popped your cherry.”
It felt more like my brother had rearranged my insides, his big dick testing the limits of my sphincter, his thick rod pushing against the walls of my bowels. It felt like his entire arm was inside of me, not just his cock.
“You’re so fucking big,” I marveled, my hands gripping his forearms, my sphincter clenching around the base of his cock. “It—it hurts to bad.”
“Just relax, Ricky,” Brett directed calmly, holding still within me. “You just gotta adjust to it, then it will start to feel good.”
I took some deep breaths, willing myself to relax as my brother initiated a series of slow, steady strokes inside me. I had to admit that Brett was right—his big one was indeed starting to feel good. Incredibly good.
“Damn, you’ve gotta sweet cunt,” he exhaled, shoving deeper into me, his balls mashed against my hole. “And you’re so fucking tight. I’m gonna have to work hard to not bust my nut so fast inside this tight hole.”
I wrapped my legs around my brother’s meaty ass while he began to rock his pelvis, increasing his pace. “Fuck me,” I begged. “Fucking wreck my virgin hole.”
“Be careful what you wish for,” Brett winked, his meaty hands pushing my knees into my chest, his big cock pounding me harder. The headboard began to hit the wall, the bed springs straining beneath us. Brett’s full weight was upon me, his big cock battering my bowels, routing my virgin depths.
“You’re so deep,” I gasped, my eyes rolling back into my head, my toes curling. He was jackhammering me hard, pummeling the living shit out of my quivering cunt. Sweat was dripping down his hairy chest, his face flush with exertion.
“I’m already getting close,” Brett announced urgently, his cock swelling inside of me. “You want my cum? You want me to shoot this load up your virgin ass?”
“Breed me,” I begged, my hands planted against his hairy chest, attempting to brace myself against his assault, his impending detonation. “Make me yours,” I pleaded.
“FUCK,” he bellowed with a deep thrust that shoved my head into the headboard, his body convulsing. “FUCK—FUCK—FUCK,” my brother continued to grunt, his cock throbbing in my depths, expelling his seed into my virgin void.
With his balls emptied, Brett collapsed upon me, his sweaty, hairy body pressed into mine. I reveled in the fullness inside of me—his big cock, his seed. But the moment was brief, my brother quickly withdrawing from me. A gaping hole was left in his wake, his pearly load dripping onto the bedsheet.
“I’m gonna go hit the gym, Ricky,” my brother announced, pulling on a pair of shorts over his wet cock. “You’re welcome to crash in my bed for as long as you want. Your hole might be a bit sore for awhile,” he laughed. “But you’ll feel better in a day or two.”
A rolled over on my belly, balling up a pillow under me. Brett’s scent was all over his sheets, stirring my desire for him again. I quickly fell into a deep sleep, our shared DNA swimming in my bowels.
I awoke hours later, a pair of thick fingers probing my used hole, testing the elasticity of my no-longer virgin cunt. Brett was ready to fuck me again, I assumed. But I was wrong.
“Your brother wasn’t kidding—you’re tight as fuck,” Dad’s voice was suddenly at my ear, his after-work scotch upon his warm breath. “You want some more dick, son?” Dad asked, his hairy body suddenly on top of me, his fat cock head pushing against my wet hole. “You want another load up your ass, boy?”
“Yes,” I nodded as Dad thrusted into me, vigorously pounding my used ass, forcing Brent’s load out of me with each thrust. “Fuck my ass, Dad,” I begged, gripping the sheets. “Fuck my sloppy hole.”
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
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