Central PA Bi Guy

Male in 30s bi with an unknowing wife. Living in Central Pennsylvania. Posting things that get me excited. NSFW and all believed to be over 18.

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I closed my eyes and let my buddy do his thing. He wasn't experienced but I definitely wasn't going to complain either. When he suggested us sucking each other off, I thought he was crazy, but the more I realized how easy it would be and how much I needed it I gave in.

"Dude, less teeth," I coached him as he drooled and slobbered all over my cock.

"Sorry, it's trickier than I thought it would be," he said, pulling off for a moment to talk.

"You're cool, it's feeling pretty good," I told him, not wanting him to give up.

He gripped the bottom of my dick in his hand and started jerking me off as lips were doing a better job covering his teeth and he got used to the whole thing.

"Jesus, that's good, keep doing that," I told him.

He pulled off again to speak. "Tell me when you're going to not, I don't want it in my mouth," he said.

"Sure," I said, taking deep breaths and enjoying his mouth and hand.

I knew I would have to do this back to him but I didn't even care, I needed to fucking cum by someone besides myself. It had been way too long I had only my hand to get me off. Garret was doing me a bigger favor than he realized, I owed it to him to return it.

I don't think he was necessarily enjoying it, but he definitely was playing the role. The way he was gripping me and using his mouth was getting me close.

"Okay, I'm almost there," I told him.

"Tell me when you can't hold back," he replied and went wild on my dick.

My legs spread and I began pushing upward, I didn't have much time, that's why I warned him. I took myself to the edge and held back, feeling the orgasm trying to rush out of my body.

"I'm gonna blow, get off!" I warned, there was no holding back anymore.

He sucked for a few more seconds, I couldn't stop it. The first shot went in his mouth before he could pull off. The second across his face as he used his hand to keep stroking me. It felt so fucking good, I was in heaven.

"Damn," he said as he watched my cock spray all over. "Like a fucking fountain."

I felt his lips wrap around my dick again as the last bit of me was emptying. I'm not sure why he was okay with having my cum in his mouth, I'm glad he did. He sucked me as I came down from my high. I was breathing heavily and trying not to sigh and grunt.

After my dick started to soften he sat up and looked at me. Some cum was running down his face and he looked flushed and a little dazed.

"You good?" I asked.

"I'm good, you good?" He replied.

"Great, I needed that," I told him.

He didn't say anything more, he just undid his pants and pulled out his cock. I looked down and saw him leaking already, hard and ready. I wondered if he enjoyed sucking me, he seemed like he must have.

I didn't hesitate, I couldn't, I feared if I did I would back down and I wasn't going to be like that after what he did. I opened my mouth, stuck him in and closed around him. I felt the warmth of his skin first, then I realized I was tasting his pre, sweeter than I expected. I took a deep breath and began to bob up and down immediately, not thinking, I had to just do it.

"Fuck, man," he moaned.

I kept sucking, bringing my hand to hold his dick in place and jerk him off like he had done for me. I didn't hate the feeling, it wasn't a big deal I realized. Who cares, I didn't, I was helping a friend, just like he had done for me.

"I'm not going to last long, I'm almost there," he said.

I felt his hand run through my hair as I kept going, waiting for my signal to get off. It was oddly satisfying to have him holding on, I liked the idea that I was doing well enough to get him off. His pre was leaking like crazy and my spit had coated his whole dick.

"Okay, get off!" He shouted just in time for me to move.

My hand kept moving on his wet dick as I watched him unload all over himself. His hand was still resting on the back of my head. The smell of his and my cum was strong. I felt his dick pulsing as each jet left his body.

"Jesus!" He yelled as he was cumming harder than I had.

I kept going until he was done and my hand was covered. I sat back, not sure what to do or say. But the thing about Garrett was I didn't need to, he always knew how to make things less awkward.

"Here," he said handing me a shirt he had in the back. "Thanks, that was great. I wish more guys would understand how friends can help each other."

"Yeah," I replied, blushing as it all sank in.

"We're good, right?" He asked as we both zipped up.

"Yeah, we're good," I said knowing that he wouldn't let this come between us.

"I'll do that anytime you get too backed up, until you get another girlfriend or whatever," he said patting me on the knee.

"I'd like that, I'll do it for you too," I replied.

"Perfect."

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“You going out tonight?” I asked my hot-as-fuck roommate Tanner upon finding him in the shower, soapy water cascading over his muscular, hairy body, and sluicing off his big, floppy cock.

“Yeah, I’ve got plans,” he replied, rinsing shampoo out of his hair. “Beth—that Tinder bitch I told you about.”

“You mean the one who hasn’t yet unlocked her snatch for you after three dates?”

“Yeah,” Tanner admitted, annoyed. “But I think my luck’s gonna change tonight. She’s cooking dinner for us at her place.”

“With pussy pie for dessert?”

“Let’s hope,” he laughed, tugging on his big cock, which had become engorged—a proper chubby.

“You know you can always feed me a load,” I offered, “if she doesn’t put out tonight.”

“I know, bro,” he winked. “I know.”

The brojobs—as he called them—had started a few months prior. Tanner had been having a dry spell—unusual for a man who could usually score pussy by just walking down the street.

“Dude,” he lamented late one night as we shared beers out on the deck. “I haven’t had me some pussy in months. My balls feel like they’re gonna pop.”

“You jacking?” I ventured. “Emptying the pipes?”

“Yeah,” he shrugged. “But it’s not the same as being balls deep in a wet cunt.”

“I hear you,” I sympathized. “You know my offer stands.”

“Christ,” he laughed. “You and your fucking offer. Sorry, bro—but it ain’t ever gonna happen.”

The offer had started in college, when I came out to my friends. Of my five best male buddies, Tanner was the only one who was man enough to stick around and support me, despite knowing that I like cock.

“You’re not gonna, like, try to suck me off?”he had asked at the time—half joking but half serious.

“Nah,” I dismissed. “I’d never try that with you. But for the record—if you ever wanted me to blow you—you’ve got a standing offer.”

“That’s never gonna happen, bro,” he laughed it off. “I get more pussy than I can handle. I don’t need your mouth.”

And so the offer just hung in the air between us for years—always unclaimed—until that one drunken night when he admitted to a dry spell, his balls ready to pop. We each went to bed and, not long after I had dozed off, I awoke to Tanner in my room—naked, his big cock fully erect and in my face.

Wordlessly, I climbed out of bed, got on my knees before him, and held on tight as he face-fucked me like a five-dollar whore.

“That was good,” he announced after grunting his load down my throat, and then promptly returned to his room.

It became a nightly habit after that—feeding me a load before bed. At first, we never talked about it. But Tanner soon gave up the pretense and started just asking if I was ready for his nightly brojob—sometimes on the couch—sometimes on my bed.

Even when he scored pussy, he always had a second load in his balls for me. Stumbling home late at night, sweaty with the smell of raw sex, his cock tasting like pussy, I would suck him ravenously. Sure, I knew he was using me in a way. But he also needed me.

And he needed me again on the night he returned home from his latest date with Beth, the Tinder bitch.

“How was her pussy pie?” I asked, looking up from the TV as he came in the door.

“Fucking bitch claimed she’s on the rag,” he sighed. “She offered to suck me off, but I declined, stopping short of telling her I could get much better head at home.”

“Come sit,” I invited, patting the couch as I turned off the TV. “Lemme drain those full balls for you.”

“Let’s—let’s go to your room,” Tanner directed hesitantly.

And so I led him to my bedroom, where he stripped down and got comfortable on the bed. Climbing between his legs, I took his big cock down my throat.

“Fuuuck,” he exhaled. “I fucking love when you suck me.”

I proceeded through my usual playbook—some ball work, some tongue work on his shaft, and light tongue flicks to his cock slit before going full-on vacuum mode on his dick. But then he stopped me, pulling my face close to his.

“I want to be inside you,” he whispered, his hand traveling down the back of my athletic shorts, his thick finger probing my tight hole.

Though I sucked him off nightly, fucking had never been on the table. Tanner always reminded me firmly that—though brojobs meant absolutely nothing—having his cock up my ass would cross a line. Fucking a guy, in his book, meant you were gay.

And so I didn’t hesitate when Tanner asked to be inside me. Wanting to grab the bull by the horns—or the cock, in this case—I seized the moment. Sliding down my shorts, I reached into my bed table.

“You’re not gonna make me wrap it are you?” Tanner groaned.

“Fuck NO,” I laughed. “I’m getting lube. You’re thick as fuck. I don’t want you destroying my cunt.”

“I kinda like the idea of destroying your cunt,” he winked as I slathered his big dick with lube, fingering a generous amount in my hole for good measure. I then proceeded to straddle him.

“No,” he stopped me, pushing me off. “I want to be on top.”

“Works for me,” I smiled, loving the idea of being dominated by him. I then flipped onto my back, opened my legs for him, and brought my knees to my chest—presenting my cunt for his use and pleasure.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” he smiled deviously, his finger probing my hole. And then with one arm supporting his weight on the bed, he gripped his hard cock in his fist and pushed into me.

“CHRIST, you’re thick,” I gasped.

“Now you know why I always make the bitches scream when they’re in my bed.”

Those screaming bitches were never a surprise, but I must admit that I underestimated how much his big cock would stretch my hole—until it was in me. Like any good bottom, I took a few deep breaths as Tanner instinctively went slow, allowing me to adjust to his girth. I could feel my sphincter relaxing, welcoming him into me—begging for him to fuck me.

“You feeling good now?” he asked tentatively, far more tender than I would have ever expected from an aggressive pussy hound.

“Fuck yeah,” I exhaled. “Fuck me with that big cock. Fuck me like you own me.”

As if on cue, Tanner plunged deep into me, my toes curling, my eyes rolling back into my head. He let his weight drop onto me, our bodies pressed together. Like a piston, he worked his big cock in and out of me—at depths I had never before experienced.

“Can I tell you a secret?” he whispered, his breath hot at my ear.

“Uh huh,” I panted, my legs opening wider for him, taking him deeper.

“I’ve wanted to fuck you for a long time,” he growled. “I’d get jealous hearing all those Grindr guys you parade through here, grunting their loads into you on this bed.”

Where was this coming from? Tanner was the one who created the line in the sand—brojobs only, no fucking—and yet he wanted to cross that line this whole time?

Putting my confusion aside, I wrapped my legs around his ass, emboldening him to fuck me harder. His pace increased, my hips moving instinctively with him.

“Fuck, you’ve gotta sweet cunt,” he growled, pounding my hole relentlessly. “And you’re so fuckin’ tight. I’m fighting not to bust.”

“Bust in me,” I begged. “Fucking seed me whenever you like.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” I affirmed. “Breed me like a bitch.”

“Ain’t no bitch has ever said that to me,” he laughed, pounding me harder, his cock swelling inside me. “Oh FUCK, dude. I’m gonna—I’m gonna—”

“That’s it—fucking seed my hole,” I demanded, raising my ass, willing him to dump his load in me.

“SHIT,” he grunted, his big cock throbbing inside me, his massive load coating my bowels, warming me from within. “Yeah, fuckin’ take this nut.”

He went still inside me as the throbbing ceased, his balls fully emptied. I stroked his sweaty back, his face next to mine, his warm breath on my cheek. Slowly going soft, he pulled out of me—relieved, satiated—his load leaking from my wrecked hole.

“I gotta piss,” he finally announced, rolling off me, his spent cock still wet and swollen.

“Well—good night,” I offered feebly as he staggered to the bathroom.

“Good night?” he laughed. “Dude—I’m coming back to bed.”

As promised, Tanner returned to bed and fucked two more loads into me before falling into a deep sleep. Never had he stayed the night in my room—even after our many brojobs. It took me awhile to fall sleep, listening to his soft breathing, wondering what this change could be mean for our friendship or, dare I say, our relationship.

Tanner was on his phone in the kitchen when I emerged from my bedroom the next morning, my hole still a bit sore from his marathon fucking—a small price to pay.

“You on Tinder?” I asked, pouring myself a cup of coffee, worried he was already looking for another bitch to pursue—his cock craving pussy and not my cunt.

“Yeah,” Tanner acknowledged, putting down his phone and pulling me into his arms. “I’m deleting Tinder. I have no need for it now.”

And as he bent me over the kitchen counter, pushing his hard cock into my puffy hole, Tanner sighed, “I should have tried your sweet cunt years ago.”

Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.

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I knew I shouldn't be letting my little brother do this anymore but I was so horny after my girlfriend kept teasing me at her house and never put out. It wasn't completely her fault, her parents got home early from their date.

"I'm allowed to suck it?" my little brother asked me as he pulled it out, I was already hard.

"Yeah, only sucking," I resisted the urge to let him sit on it again.

I laid there as he played with me in his hand, he loved this shit and even though I didn't consider myself gay, it was fun watching him enjoy himself. He licked it like it tasted amazing, totally into every inch of me. I wish my girlfriend liked blowing me like he did.

He started at the tip, working his wet mouth down my shaft as he played with my balls. Fuck it felt so good, even if it was my brother doing it. I liked watching him work it, showing how big of a cock sucker he was, without shame.

"Lick my balls," I instructed. "Suck on them."

He took me in his mouth and looked up at me. I felt his tongue rolling them around, going back from one to the other. He would do anything I wanted and that scared me, knowing I had that much control over him. He was mine when we were doing this and it fucking made me harder.

"Fucking suck that cock, deeper," I told him as he went back down on me. "Shit."

I started humping his mouth as he went up and down on me. Feeling it at the back of his throat as he tried to take all of me in. His hand moved up and down my stomach and chest, he loved my body, and it didn't even bug me he was into me.

"Get up," I barked, I couldn't help myself. "Take your clothes off."

He stood up on the bed and I kicked off my underwear as he took off his. I reached over and grabbed the bottle of lube I had and started getting my cock ready. He knew exactly what's going to happen next and put a foot on each side of me and started to crouch over me.

I pointed my cock upward as he sat down and grabbed it to line it up. His cock was hard, it looked a lot like mine which was weird. I watched as my little brother sat down on my lap, his ass holding dick tight. Feeling his weight on top of me was different then my girlfriend. He was just a little smaller than I was and his legs were hairy which is where my hands were sitting.

He wiggled his hips as he felt my cock deep in him. So much better than a blowjob, I don't know why I resisted sometimes, when I could have his tight little ass wrapped around me whenever I wanted. Fuck Rebecca, we could have done it in my car like we did last time or something.

"Jump on it, come on," I told my brother as I pushed up into him, holding his hips.

He began to bounce on my cock as I watched his dick slap my stomach every time he came back down. I can't deny that he looked pretty good riding me, kind of wish I was gay because I totally would be into him if I was. He looked like a younger version of me, ultimately that's what he was. It was like I was fucking myself and there was something erotic about that.

"Thank god your girlfriend sucks sometimes," my smug little brother said as he rode me. "I'll always help you."

"Fuck you," I barked at him and pulled him down on me harder.

"Oh yeah," he moaned, he liked it. "That's the spot."

He leaned forward and put his hands on my chest as the sound of sex filled my room. He didn't have to be quiet tonight, not with Mom and Dad gone, and boy was he loud. I joined in, might as well.

It felt fucking good, and something about being loud together made it even better.

"You love my ass, don't you? Feels just as good as your girl's pussy," my brother told me.

"Shut up, asshole," I yelled at him.

He smirked, he could always read me. "I knew I was right," he said smugly and squeezed my pecs. "And just think, you'll never get me pregnant," he laughed.

"You're killing my boner," I told him, trying to get him to stop.

"Feels like it's working just fine," he replied as he continued to bounce.

My brother was right, it was working just fine. Too fine for my liking. The fact that I was enjoying him on me fucked with my head. I shouldn't like it but I did, I fucking loved it. Even on the way home, I wasn't that mad at Becca, I had a back up, one without the bullshit and games, one that loved taking me and didn't give me shit or tease me for it.

Our moaning and fucking got louder. I flipped him on his back and put his leg over my shoulder and pounded into his ass. My dick was loving every second of it and with every second that passed I didn't even care I was fucking a dude, fucking my own brother. This happened every time, me trying to stop myself and then doing it anyway.

My brother grabbed hold of my ass and pulled me into him as I thrust hard and fast. My cock felt perfect inside of him. I grabbed his dick and started stroking him. Cute little moans came out of him as I stroked him, edged him closer.

"Cum for me," I told him, I wanted to feel his dick go off.

"Fuuuck," he let out a cry.

As soon as I told him he did, his dick expanded and he began to coat his stomach with his juice. I felt his tight ass clamp down around me with every shot just like I wanted and I let go. I joined him, but I was cumming in a much better place, deep inside of him as his ass squeezed and helped massaged it out of me.

"God damnit!" I yelled out as I pushed all the way in him and enjoyed the orgasm I so desperately needed.

He was looking right at me, watching me shoot my load in him. I looked into his eyes and we connected as I did something most brothers never get the chance to do. He looked happy, he made me happy. I leaned in and gave him a small kiss that lingered into something more. Feeling my dick surge in him as he kissed me back made it all last longer.

"Thank you," I told him, breaking our lips apart.

"Anytime," he said and ran his hands up and down my back as my hard cock stayed deep in him.

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Travis glanced down at his big dick as he worked my hole with it, grunting with each thrust, my bare feet pressed against his meaty, hairy pecs. I knew it was wrong to give up my ass to my sister’s husband. But how could I resist that huge cock?

Travis had knocked up my sister Mavis a few months prior—on their second date. From the moment he hit puberty and sprouted the first few dense chest hairs on his beefy pecs, it was no secret that Travis took great pleasure in spreading his salty seed all over the county—deflowering countless willing bitches in the process. Thus, it was only a matter of time before he got some poor girl in trouble, and Mavis was that girl.

After their shotgun wedding, my daddy insisted that Travis move in with us, refusing to have his grandbaby born and raised in the dilapidated RV behind the gas station where Travis lived and worked. I must admit that sharing a home with this hunk of a man who was always shirtless, his glorious pelt on display, was a wet dream come true. But forcing Travis to live with us was like caging a wild panther. It was inevitable that he’d go on the prowl once more. And my aim was to be ready for him—my hole for his taking.

Late at night, after Mavis had gone to bed, her belly expanding with Travis’s growing spawn, Travis would chug beers before the TV, shirtless, a crumpled mass of beer cans at his feet, while watching porn. And after about a dozen beers, Travis would pull down the waistband of his athletic shorts, pull out his big, hairy cock, and rub one out.

I was stunned the first time I spied on him from our darkened kitchen, his massive cock in his fist. The fucker was easily ten inches, thick like a tree trunk, and crowned by a fat ’shroom head. He worked his huge cock with a frenzy, stroking up and down laboriously until he spewed his pearly load all over his hairy chest with a deep grunt. Travis then pulled up his shorts over his spent cock and slowly ambled up the stairs to Mavis’s bed.

Some of his salty load remained on the couch—a gift for me. Licking it off the cushions, it was like feasting on manna from heaven. But I wasn’t content with a few drops of his seed. I wanted it all inside me, swimming in my depths—like Mavis. I started to scheme, developing a plan to coerce Travis into fucking me. But in the end, Travis needed no coercing.

It was on the third night of my spying on Travis from the kitchen that he busted me. “You know I can see you in there,” he announced from the couch, his massive cock in hand. “It’s rude as fuck to watch like that, dude.”

“I’m—I’m sorry,” I stuttered, embarrassed that he caught me. “I was just—uh—getting some water.”

“Bullshit,” he spat. “If you wanna come jack with me—just fuckin’ do it.”

“You—you don’t mind?” I stammered, in disbelief at my luck.

“I grew up with eight older brothers,” he laughed. “How do you think I learned to jack off? In our house, it was no different than pissing in front of each other.”

Slowly I made my way to the couch, already rock hard at the image of Travis and his eight, beefy, hairy brothers having a group jack fest together—like something from Sean Cody.

“I’m not as big as you,” I offered reluctantly, taking a seat on the couch next to Travis, pulling down my shorts to reveal my hard seven-incher. “Your big dick makes mine look small.”

“I ain’t interested in your cock,” Travis scrunched his face. “I’m only interested in this bitch on the TV,” he gestured to a bleached blonde with huge tits getting her pussy railed by a tated guy with a cock almost as large as Travis’s big dick.

The pussy porn was of no interest to me. I tried to be discreet, sneaking glances at Travis’s big cock as often as I could without getting busted. But it was a losing battle. I was staring intently at his massive member when Travis broke my concentration.

“Mavis told me about you,” Travis began, still stroking himself, precum dripping from his slit.

“What? She told you what about me?”

“That you—you like doing that kinda shit,” Travis gestured to the TV, where the hung dude was now fucking the porn bitch up the ass while fingering her cunt. “She said you’re gay—that she once walked in on you with some random dude’s dick up your ass.”

“Uh—yeah,” I admitted, slightly pissed that Mavis had shared that embarrassing encounter with him. “I love taking it up the ass,” I added unequivocally, determined to feel no shame in front of this über-hetero man. “You ever try fucking ass?”

“Fuck NO,” he spat indignantly. “I don’t fuck guys.”

“No—I mean, I know,” I tried to calm him. “I meant—have you ever fucked a girl up the ass?”

“Nah,” he shrugged.

“Not even Mavis?” I joked.

“Shit no,” he laughed. “But if she’d have let me, maybe I wouldn’t be in this mess.”

“I hear you,” I sympathized. “I know this isn’t easy for you—that your life’s been turned upside down by the baby on the way.”

“Yeah,” he grimaced. “But it’s my own fault. I pulled out too late, dumping my load in her. I can’t go back and undo it, so all I can do now is pay the price. I think the hardest part for me is that Mavis won’t let me fuck her anymore—says she doesn’t want my big dick hurting the baby. I get it, but I ain’t used to not getting pussy every night.”

“Man, that’s rough,” I sympathized, staring at his big cock as I reclined on the couch, opening my legs wide. Licking my index finger, I began to finger my hole. “It’s too bad there’s not another option here for you.”

With his hard cock still in hand, Travis’s attention was diverted from the porn bitch on the TV as he watched me finger fucking myself. I expected him to get angry—to tell me to stop—to say he didn’t want any part of my faggoty shit. But he was immobile, entranced, his eyes locked on my fingers—two and then three—working my eager hole.

I could see his wheels turning, his big dick growing ever more rigid and engorged as he imagined my fingers replaced with his hard cock. The man needed a warm, wet hole, and I was serving it up to him on a silver plate. As if on cue, the porn bitch moaned from the TV: “Yeah—fuck my ass with that big cock. Fuck my tight ass.”

And then Travis came at me with lightning speed, forcing my feet to his chest as he mounted me. His massive cock was balls deep in me with one, violent thrust.

“HOLY FUCK,” I winced, trying not to wake the house by screaming my head off.

His huge cock hurt like fuck. I wasn’t wet enough, barely lubed with a little spit before I fingered myself. I could have fetched my lube from upstairs, or even some Crisco from the kitchen, but I was too afraid that if I stopped Travis, if I put a pause to him fucking me, he might come to his senses and decide not to fuck me after all. The risk was too great, and so I endured the initial pain.

Thankfully, the fucker’s precum was like a faucet, wetting my hole better than a good shot of Astroglide. His big cock began to feel phenomenal inside me, routing my depths, going deeper than any cock I had taken. Jesus, it was a good ride.

I could tell Travis was enjoying the ride, too. Glancing down at his big dick as he worked my hole, he grunted with each thrust. I rested my feet against his meaty, hairy pecs, tipping my pelvis, allowing him to go as deep as he pleased in my warm fuck hole.

As Travis pounded my quivering cunt over and over again, I imagined all the bitches he must have fucked over the years—too numerous to count—and what they would think if they knew Travis was now giving that big cock to a dude. And from the look of deep satisfaction on his face, Travis—although he might not admit it—had learned that ass is way better than pussy.

For that reason, I shouldn’t have been surprised that Travis didn’t last long inside my tight hole. Sweat began to condense on his hairy chest, matting his dense fur. His breathing had intensified. His thrusts became harder, faster, more deliberate. His animalistic grunts increased. The dude was about to bust—hard.

“FUCK,” he grunted, his body shuddering, his cock throbbing inside me. I could feel every blast of his load as it erupted inside of me, spewing into my depths, warming me from within. He looked down again, enjoying the view of his engorged cock breeding me, my hole twitching in response.

When he had finished, Travis pulled out abruptly, shaking off his spent cock, a glob of pearly cum launching towards the floor. Wordlessly, he pulled on his shorts and stumbled upstairs to bed with my sister Mavis—his seed kicking in her womb and swimming in my bowels simultaneously.

I couldn’t say I noticed any change in Travis the next day. It wasn’t like he ever talked with me much or had anything to do with me. But after dinner, as I rinsed the dirty dishes in the sink, Mavis rubbing her swollen belly on the couch, Travis came up behind me.

“You gonna give up that pink pussy to me again tonight?” he whispered, his breath already laced with a couple beers from dinner. “I got another load in these balls for you.”

And so it became a nightly ritual, Travis using my eager hole, dumping his load into my greedy cunt. I thought our nightly fucks might end once the baby came and Mavis’s pussy was back in working order, but Travis was not willing to give me up.

Six months after the baby arrived, Travis got a better paying job, managing the auto parts store in the next town. He and Mavis could finally afford their own place. When it came time for them to move out, Travis insisted that I move in with them to help take care of the baby. But in truth, I was only there to take care of Travis’s big cock—a job I readily accepted.

Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.

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I could feel my brother’s dick against mine as he mounted his girlfriend. Both of us inside of her and all I could think about was how crazy it was that our cocks were touching. That I could feel his right against mine and the fact that we were both leaking him his girl and on each other.

“Fuck, Ry. You’re cock is making her tighter for us,” he said as he slow fucked her.

He didn’t care that our dicks were together, in the same place. He actually was enjoying it, and wanted to be there with me. I always looked up to him, wanted to do everything with him but this was a whole other level. I felt his leg pushed up against mine and he began to fuck her. I was right at the edge and we had only started. I felt his balls on mine as I looked up and watched him make out with her.

“I’m going to cum,” I decided to be honest.

“Already, little dude?” He laughed and smiled down at me. “Go ahead, cum in her pussy, make her all lubed up for me,” he told me and I lost it.

My cock went off, my brother’s dick still pressed against mine and he just looked down and smiled as I unloaded in his girl. I felt so vulnerable as he looked right at me. I felt him shift around, he began to fuck her again, I was still in there too.

“Big load,” he said with a smirk and started fucking her fast.

My dick didn’t go soft so it stayed inside. My big brother fucked her fast and hard. I felt his dick gliding against mine, fucking her deep. I ran my hands up and down her and then moved to his back, his neck. He closed his eyes and didn’t say anything as I laid there and touched them both.

“God, I’m going to cum too,” he said and opened his eyes and looked down at me. “We’re going to mix out loads in her. If we knock her up we won’t know whose it is,” he joked, or I think he was.

I felt him push down into he and on top of me. I grabbed his ass and pulled him in. Something about being there with him turned me on more than anything I had ever done when it was just me and a girl.

“Oh fuck,” he said and I felt his dick pulse and it got warmer in her.

He was coating my dick with his cum and I was shocked, mostly by how much I liked it. Both of us together, throbbing and working our cocks. I felt another load building and began fucking her again. My big brothers load lubing her up even more for us. He saw it in my face.

“That’s it, little bro. Cum in her, fucking cum with your big bro,” he said as he thrust down into her as I lost it again. “God, yes. That’s it, making me proud, fucking my girl with me,” he said as I laid there and shot again.

She kissed him and then me. I was lost in the moment, I didn’t know what way was up anymore. And that’s when he leaned down and kissed me. His lips parted and we made out for a few seconds.

I came here thinking we’d just take turns fucking his girl and now I felt like I had just bonded to him and wanted nothing more than to always do things like this with him. Like it was meant to be me and him doing whatever we wanted, whoever we wanted. As long as I had him with me.