I can feel my older brotherās breath on my neck as heās pushing me against the door of our shared bedroom. He tries his best to muffle his moans, yet I still fear that anyone outside this room can hear him thrust his length inside me, deeper and deeper with each stroke. Saturday nights always end up like this. Jeff comes home late at night, smelling like alcohol and cigarettes. Without uttering a word, he undresses in front of me and starts rubbing his shaft, daring me to react, do something about it. I have been open to my family about my homosexuality for a while now, Jeff is well aware of that. He knows he doesnāt even have to ask if I want his cock, we both recognize I just do. I guess Iāve made it too obvious over the years. From the incessant stares at his beefy body, to the times heād find me sniffing his used boxers and I would have to pretend to be checking whether they were dirty or not, so I could put them in the laundry basket.Ā
So, I find myself in this position. Squashed against a wooden door, taking Jeffās dick up my hole. For the most part, he has no manners, heās too harsh. He shoves himself inside me without waiting for me to get used to his length. His pushes are fast and deep. The strength heās using to pin me against the door is almost painful. However, there are some sweet gestures. Few and far between, but still there. When he presses his lips against my neck, I think my heart could melt. When he murmurs my name to my ear, I feel my knees wobbling. That is when I realize I am powerless to the force of nature that my older brother is. When it comes to Jeff, I lose all control and willpower. I just wish I could make him the happiest guy on Earth, satisfy his every need and wish.Ā
When Jeff is close to his climax, he doesnāt ejaculate inside me. I still donāt get why. Maybe it feels too dirty even for him, but Iād like to think he doesnāt want me to believe heās only using me as his cum dump. The moment heās about to get off, thatās the one I like the most. He presses all of himself against me, closing his dick between our two bodies. Right now, I can feel all the warmth and passion radiating from his frame. Jeff keeps caressing his shaft until semen oozes from it, soaking both of us. Once heās done, he doesnāt just leave me there. He waits for me to cum as well. I try to edge myself as long as possible, I want to feel Jeffās body still wrapped around mine, I donāt want this to end. But I get off too, sooner or later.Ā
All of this just happened, still not a word - besides our moans - has been spoken between the two of us. Jeff turns off the light and goes to bed, expecting me to do the same. I know his state of mind isnāt the clearest right now, but I donāt doubt for a second that he doesnāt remember what weāve done the following day. I can tell by the heaviness and guilt in his face, when he tries to avoid making eye contact with me. I wish I had the courage to tell him that what we do is nothing to be ashamed of, that he doesnāt have to get drunk to take my body, that Iām more than willing to do it when weāre both lucid. Maybe I will, one day. For now, I enjoy the pure bliss and pleasure that only my brother can make me experience. I donāt believe Iām capable of loving anyone the way I love Jeff. And I bet he knows that too.
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