“Dude, take off your fucking swim trunks,” my gay younger brother Kevin smiled tauntingly at me, his eyes shielded by a pair of sunglasses. He was sitting on a beach blanket, naked as a jaybird, his lean, hairy body on full display, his cock sporting a chubby between his legs. “I’m naked—you should be, too.”
“I can’t do it,” I refused. “It’s weird to be naked at the beach—in public.”
“It’s a gay beach,” Kevin countered, gesturing to several dozen naked guys at the shore, their cocks flopping about. “It’s weird to not be naked at a gay beach. Come on, bro. Free that big dick.”
“Fine,” I acquiesced, pulling off my swim trunks, my big floppy cock slapping against my hairy thigh. “Better now?”
“Yes, but I fucking hate that you inherited Dad’s huge cock, and not me,” Kevin complained, openly ogling my junk. “It’s so unfair.”
“You’ve got a perfectly good dick,” I consoled him, taking a quick glance at his more than adequate seven-incher.
“Yeah, but my cock is no comparison to your big slab of meat,” Kevin laughed, reaching over and tugging on my cock.
“Cut that out,” I snapped, swatting his hand away.
“You know, all my buddies wanted to hookup with you,” Kevin shared, “after that time we all got drunk and went skinny dipping at the lake years ago.”
“Yeah, your buddy Kyle actually tried to suck me off that night,” I admitted, embarrassed.
“He did? Kyle never told me that. What the hell happened?”
“I passed out drunk on the couch and woke up at 2 am with my cock down his throat,” I confessed.
“That sneaky bitch!” Kevin gasped. “Did you let Kyle finish—did you feed him a load?”
“Not exactly,” I began to laugh. “I was so wasted, I sat up and immediately puked all over his head as he bobbed up and down on me. That sort of ended things fast.”
“That’s a shame,” Kevin gave me a playful punch in the arm. “Had you let him finish, you might have ended up marrying Kyle instead of Melissa.”
Kevin was joking, but it was an astute observation. I had just ended a three-year marriage with my wife Melissa. She wanted to start a family together and I just—couldn’t. And so we agreed to a divorce.
Melissa was an amazing woman, but something about our relationship never felt authentic to me. It felt like I was playing a part. And deep down inside, I knew I had a latent attraction to guys. Even though our cocks weren’t the same, Kevin and I were more alike as brothers than he realized.
So when Kevin invited me to the beach—a gay beach—I accepted his invitation. He was shocked, assuming his straight brother would never be interested in a gay beach. But I saw it as an opportunity to start exploring a side of me that I had ignored for far too long.
“That guy is checking you out,” Kevin nudged me, bringing me back to reality as he gestured to a muscular guy around Kevin’s age who was indeed lurking nearby. Like everyone else on the beach, the guy was buck naked, his muscled body on full display, his ample cock swinging between his legs. His eyes were locked on my big cock as he licked his lips lasciviously. “I think he wants you to fuck him.”
“Fuck him? Where—here on the beach blanket?”
“No, you fool,” Kevin laughed, gesturing to the dunes. “You take him back behind the dunes over there—and then you fuck his ass.”
“I—I—I’m not sure—” I stuttered.
“Fine,” Kevin declared, tossing off his sunglasses onto the beach blanket. “Then I’ll go fuck him.”
I watched as Kevin rose from the blanket and sauntered over to the muscle dude who had been ogling me. With each step, Kevin’s dick got harder, until he was fully erect by the time he reached the guy. They conversed for a matter of seconds, before Kevin led the guy over the dunes to privacy.
I couldn’t believe what was happening. My younger brother was about to fuck some random guy just over the dunes—a mere twenty feet from where I sat. And what was wrong with me? Why wasn’t I the one leading the guy over the dunes to have my way with his slutty ass? I had wanted to explore my attraction to guys and, when presented with the perfect opportunity, I had chickened out.
But all wasn’t lost. There was still time to act. Standing up, my nine-incher rock hard and sticking out straight like a divining rod, I climbed over the dunes, embracing my fate.
They were facing me when I crested the dunes, the muscle dude bent over, his hands braced on his knees. Kevin was standing behind him, his feet planted in the sand, his hands gripping the bottom’s shoulders as he pounded the shit out of him.
It was a surreal experience, watching my brother fucking a guy. I had once caught Kevin jacking off to gay porn in his room when we were much younger, shooting his wad into a crusty old sock, but this was a whole different experience.
“You want to tap in?” Kevin offered, the guy moaning with each thrust. “His hole is incredible.”
“No—you can finish first,” I replied. “I can wait.”
“You won’t have to wait long,” my brother assured me. “I’m not gonna last long in his tight cunt.”
He wasn’t kidding. Kevin delivered a rapid succession of thrusts into the muscle dude, pounding him at a frenetic pace. Sweat was dripping down his brow and his hairy chest, his breathing intensifying.
“You ready for my cum?” Kevin demanded of the bottom. “You ready for me to shoot my load up your ass?”
“Breed me,” the bottom begged as Kevin knocked his head back, delivering one last, deep thrust.
“FUCK,” my brother belted out, a look of euphoria on his face as he dumped his load in the slutty muscle dude. He held still for a moment, allowing his balls to finish, before pulling out.
“Your turn, big guy,” the muscle dude looked at me expectantly. “Get that big cock in me.”
“Come on,” Kevin taunted, wiping his sweaty brow, his spent dick hanging between his legs, slick and cummy. “You know you want to dump a load in him. You can’t pretend you don’t, with your cock that hard.”
My brother was right, I did want to fuck the muscle stud. Stepping up to the plate as Kevin moved aside, I examined his meaty, chiseled ass. A drop of cum had pooled in the gaping hole, left behind by my brother. Grabbing the muscle dude by the hips, I shoved into him with one, violent thrust.
“FUCK,” the bottom screamed, his sphincter suddenly stretched to three-times the diameter of my brother’s cock. “You’re so fucking big.”
I always loved that shit—the reactions to my big dick. Bitches had always told me that I was hung, my wife included. But it means more when you hear it from another dude. There’s a measure of awe and respect when a guy can admit to you that you’ve got a big one.
“You like his hole?” Kevin asked as I stared down at my rod sliding in and out of that meaty ass, coated in the pearly sheen of my brother’s warm load. “Does it feel good?”
“Fuck yes,” I exhaled.
“Better than pussy?”
“Way fucking better,” I admitted.
“Then fuck his ass,” Kevin ordered, standing behind me, his hands on my shoulders like a coach about to send a boxer into the ring. “Fuck the shit out of his sloppy hole.”
And so I did. Raising myself higher on the balls of my feet, I began to drive deeper into the muscle dude’s ass, pounding him at a frenetic pace. He was moaning like a bitch in heat, my balls smacking against him with each thrust.
“You like this big dick?” I demanded. “You like feeling it all up in your tight ass?”
“Yes,” he answered breathlessly, his legs beginning to tremble. “Your big cock feels so good inside me, sir.”
Grabbing him by the hips, I pulled him into me as I thrust harder, the sound of skin smacking skin echoing off the dunes. I was balls deep in him—something I had never been able to do with a woman—his sphincter gripping my shaft as my cock slid deeper into his warm hole, deeper than I had ever experienced. I could have fucked that muscled ass all day, but I was fighting a losing battle. My balls were ready to bust.
“You want my load?” I demanded. “You want me to shoot in your cummy hole?”
“Yes,” the bottom begged. “Breed me with that big fucking cock.”
“Get ready for it,” I taunted, pounding relentlessly, sweat dripping down my hairy chest. “I’m about to—I’m about to—OH FUCK—SHIT.”
My cock exploded in him, my pent-up balls unleashing a violent torrent inside his bowels. My warm load spewed forcefully, commingling with my own brother’s DNA that was still swimming in that dark void.
“That’s it—seed that bitch,” my brother ordered, his hands massaging my shoulders from behind again as my balls emptied into the muscle dude. “Fucking own his ass.”
I felt almost delirious when I finally pulled out of the guy, a frothy emulsion of cum gushing from his used hole. I had never experienced an orgasm so intense, my body consumed in euphoric release.
“You weren’t kidding about your brother,” the muscle bottom said to Kevin, finally standing up, cum running down the inside of his leg. “He’s hung like fuck.”
“I told you,” Kevin smiled broadly, slapping me on the back. “My brother’s got a true hole splitter.”
“Wait a minute,” I interjected. “Do you two know each other?”
“Yeah,” Kevin admitted sheepishly, gesturing to the muscle dude. “This is my buddy Zach.”
“More like fuck buddy,” Zach corrected him.
“So are you telling me that this whole gay beach thing was all just—?”
“A set up?” my brother interrupted, a devious look upon his face. “Yep. I recruited Zach to help me out. With the divorce and all, I figured you probably needed to get your rocks off—with a guy. Turns out I was right.”
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
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