“There you are,” Todd said as he ambled up onto the terrace, Bud in hand, smile on his face.
Fuck. It wasn’t like I was hiding, exactly, but I wasn’t really looking to be found, either. So far, I’d managed to fly under the radar tonight, circling the edge of the big cookout at the beach house, slipping in to grab food or drinks from time to time, ducking conversations with my family and their friends. It was a lot of people, and I wasn’t especially in the mood to be social - I wasn’t trying to be some little teenage bitch, I was a college student now, but I had some shit I was dealing with. Ginning myself up to have a big conversation with my parents. Finally ready to come out, after agonizing all freshman year how I should do it, if I should do it, when I should do it. I’d thought this would be the right time. And then, they threw a big party. Fuck.
And here came the worst of it - my big brother, Todd. Literally my big brother, because while I was fit, with a good build, decent-looking, Todd looked like an off-duty superhero. Like he’d just stripped out of his costume, slipped into some shorts, grabbed a cold beer and was ready to kick back all weekend long. Superbro. Big-muscled, with the commanding physical presence of a pro football player - great big pecs sprayed with dark fur, an actual eight-pack, thick thighs, a high, rounded, deeply-dimpled pair of muscles for an ass… and of course, his arms. Long, coiled with muscles like pythons under his tan skin, descending from broad shoulders that bulged with muscle too. He looked like the Hulk’s stunt double. Last year, he actually went as the Hulk for Halloween, and the pic of him posted on Facebook got 150 likes, and some seriously thirsty comments.
Todd had always been big, always been handsome, always been a good dude in spite of all that, and even though there were several years and two sisters between us, he’d always been good to me. I’d grown up in his huge teenage shadow, kind of awestruck by my star football-player big brother, and by the time he went off to college, I was nursing a serious crush on him. One that never really went away, as I got older, hit puberty, and he kept getting bigger and better-looking, even more of a complete physical specimen. I’d shot so much cum thinking of him since I’d first discovered how, looking at his pictures, imagining all kinds of shit that drove me wild with lust and with guilt. One time, when he came home his senior year, I found a pair of his compression shorts in the laundry, and stole them, huffed them, rubbed them over my cock, and used them as part of my elaborate jerkoff fantasies for the better part of a year, before I finally got so freaked out and guilty about it, I’d stuffed them in the bottom of the trash can. And I still thought about those goddamn shorts all the time. Now, he’d found me, right when I least wanted to be found. And least of all by him.
“So what’s goin’ on, Blakey?” he said in that deep, sexy rumble of a voice he had. Perfectly matched to his amazing body. “Sorry… Blake,” he continued, raising his hands defensively, but grinning too. Damn him.
“Ah, not much, dude,” I said, looking around awkwardly, at the tile on the patio, at the party down on the lawn, up at the sky, anywhere but that big, sexy pile of muscles that mere mortals would call “a body.”
“Uh-huh,” he said, settling his big ass down into the chair across from me, and I cringed inside. Usually I was a confident, friendly, outgoing dude, and I didn’t recognize myself right now. Didn’t like this guy I was being. Didn’t like how I was feeling. And Todd seemed like he could read all that, fixing me with an assessing, but still friendly look, like he was peering deep down into me. Like it was his particular superhero superpower.
“Spill it, dude,” he finally said, as our eyes met, and I kind of clenched up inside… and then it all came rushing out. I kind of stepped back from myself there for a minute, listening with amazement as it all just flowed from me, this stream of words and torment and confusion and apprehension. My fears about telling our parents, my friends, that I would be shunned, made to feel like a disappointment, a source of shame, alienated and left alone.
“Well hell, little brother,” Todd said, sitting back in his chair with a slightly amazed look, draining his beer and crushing the can reflexively, which made his big biceps and forearms bulge even more, and that was like another little knife to the guts. “Come with me, bud.”
I followed him, down off the terrace, winding around the edges of the party, walking in his wake, trying not to fixate on the rippling muscle beneath those big wide shoulders, the way his back tapered in that perfect V-shape, the little fan of dark curls in the small of his back, the way his nylon shorts clung to the hard mounds of his big, muscular ass. Trying, and failing.
Todd snagged the remainder of a six-pack from the big metal washtub full of ice and drinks, four cans hanging from his thick fingers by the plastic ring, as he looked over his shoulder at me, smiled, and nodded his head towards the beach. And I followed him onwards again. Out to the quiet, the sounds of the party receding behind us, replaced with the quiet, persistent roar of the ocean, the salty breath of the sea breeze, the warm sand beneath our bare feet. And then it was just us, me and my idol of a big brother, walking and talking and drinking beers together, and fuck but it felt so good. Even with my inner torment about this big, sexy behemoth of a brother of mine, he made me feel good. Talking to me, reassuring me, letting me know everything would be OK, and he’d have my back, no matter what. So Todd wound up being the first person I came out to, and if I could get over my fears about doing that, with him, then I could face anyone. Could finally be myself. And I don’t have to tell you how good that feels.
But still… I had those feelings about him. Feeling him near me, the way the moonlight made shadows of his big muscles on his skin, the subtle scent of his sweat, his natural Todd smell, just the sheer physicality, burned on my brain. I wanted to grab hold of him, feel those enormous arms around me, suck on his big nips, squeeze his ass, feel the hugeness of his cock against my body as our tongues entwined. Shit. I was definitely going to have to find a quiet place to jack off tonight.
“I can tell there’s more you got on your mind, bud,” he said with a smile on his voice. Fuck. Big, hot, smart, funny and perceptive. I was quiet, not knowing what to say, because how could I tell him how I thought about him, without him pounding me into the sand?
“You want to talk about the shorts, little bro?” he said, and I almost grunted with shame and surprise. How the hell…
“It’s OK, you know,” he went on. “I kind of understand. And I’m not mad. I mean… those were good shorts. I liked them. Wore them a lot. Took me months to realize what must have happened to them. And by then, it was kind of funny.”
“Ah Jesus,” I muttered, cheeks burning. I wanted to run into the sea and swim far away. Keep going until I reached foreign soil, somewhere nobody knew me and what a fucking perv I was, and start my life over as a whole new person. Then I felt Todd’s big, meaty hand fall on my shoulder, and gently squeeze. I shivered a little.
“Tell you the truth, kid,” he said, squeezing again, his voice low, confidential, “once I got to thinking about it… it was kind of hot.”
“You w-what?” I stammered. He just nodded, continued.
“Yeah.. to have somebody that into me, like that. To do something so… I don’t want to say desperate, but you know… worshipful, maybe? Yeah - worshiping me. And then I got to thinking about what you were probably doing with my old workout undies, bro, and honestly… it was kinda hot.”
“Get the fuck outta here,” I half-gasped. I could see his white teeth gleaming a little in a smile.
“Hell, one time, I nearly mailed you home my jock, little bro,” he half-growled, and I shivered again. Felt my cock turn into steel inside my shorts. “Figured you’d love that. But I didn’t want to freak you out. Because I didn’t know for sure. But now, bro… I do know. For sure.”
He stopped us in place, turned me to look at him. We were all alone. If he was going to beat my ass into a pulp, this would be the place. Instead, he took hold of my shoulders, fixed me with an intent gaze.
“I know for sure now, and little bro…” he said in that low, sexy voice of his, “I’m still OK with it. Still think it’s hot. Do you still think I’m hot, like that, bro?”
I was totally under big Todd’s spell at this point. Entranced by my big brother. I slowly nodded.
“Well, I don’t want to blow your mind or anything, Blakey,” he went on. “But I think you’re not so bad yourself.”
And then I kind of went out of my body a little bit again, because Todd leaned in and kissed me. Slowly, softly at first, but definitely intimately. Big, strong lips against mine, the tang of Budweiser on his breath, the gentle flick of his moist tongue on my lips, and then my lips were parting, and he was inside my mouth, and I was slipping inside his, and then he was pulling me in tight, and fuck, if I died right now…
But I didn’t die. Not even when I felt the growing swell of his huge cock inside his shorts, pressing up against my own raging little bro hardon, and his hands were stroking my bare arms, and my hands were squeezing the coiled power of his, and then he cupped the tightness of my ass in his big palms, and grunted appreciatively into my mouth, and I nearly creamed my shorts right then and there. But I didn’t do that either, not even when he reached down to palm my bulge, and chuckled into my mouth, as if he’d known this all along, and was delighted by it.
“How many times did you come in those shorts of mine, little brother?” he asked in that low, almost hypnotic voice of his, lips buzzing mine.
“So many times,” I murmured. “Lost count.”
“And what did you think about me… about us.. when you did, Blakey?”
A thousand dirty images, memories almost, flooded into my brain.
“I - I don’t know if I should tell you, bro,” I almost whimpered.
He guided my hand down, down to the pulsing, hard heat of his bulge, the big mound in his shorts and the steely hard cock underneath it. I felt it pulse in my hand as I palmed it reflexively. So fucking big. Big as I’d imagined. And hard. For me. For this. Fuck.
“Then maybe you should show me, little bro,” he murmured, and kissed me again.
Todd wasn’t wearing anything under his shorts, and he was so big, so beautiful, so naked, so hard for me, as I kneeled before him in the warm sound, ears full of the roar of the ocean and the rush of my blood, as I took his epic big brother cock in hand, and then slowly, tentatively, then hungrily swallowed him in my mouth. I wasn’t great at this yet, but he made me want to be great, and his hands in my sweaty hair, his twitching muscles, his deep voice whispering all lusty and soothing and encouraging, made me do even better. I stroked his powerhouse thighs, his huge tight balls, the inches of thick cockshaft I couldn’t swallow - not yet, anyway - and sucked and lapped and moaned and hummed and swallowed the salty, mineral flow of precum from it, from him, until his moans became an unbroken tide of sound filling my ears, vibrating down his shaft and into my mouth, filling my head, and he was shooting, thick and hard and salty, filling my head and my mouth and my stomach and my mind. Filling me up with himself. with his bigness, with his cum, with his brotherly love. With his power.
Todd pulled me up effortlessly, wrapped those epic arms round my sweating, shivering body, and plunged his tongue deep into my mouth again. It danced with mine, scooped up his seed, spread it over my tongue and swallowed as it merged with our spit in one warm, salty flow.
“Mmmm,” he rumbled, grinning, lips shiny and sticky as we separated. “Damn, I taste good.”
I couldn’t help but laugh, and he laughed with me, then ruffled my hair and kissed me some more. It was all like a dream. I never wanted to wake up.
“Let’s see how you taste now, kid,” he grinned, and my amazement got even deeper as he sank to his knees, tugged my shorts down, and returned the favor. He was damn good at it too, better than me, and I had questions about that, but those would have to wait, because in what felt like no time at all, I was dumping the contents of my balls down his pulsing, swallowing, talented throat.
“There, he said, palming the excess off his sexy lips as he stood, then licking that from his hand, making me moan again as I watched him. “That’ll take the edge off… for now, kid. And later on, once that damn party winds down…”
Later on, the house asleep behind us, the ocean continuing its restless surge below, big Todd and I came naked together, on a big towel under the stars, and the big, sexy lunk rocked my fucking world. Blew my mind. Saved me. Just like a superhero should do, even without - especially without - the costume.
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