“Yeah,” I said, nodding, “he blew me right there in the bathroom.”
“Shit…no wonder you went missin’ for so long,” he said and scratched his hand through his beard, “never would’a expected that from him”
“No shit,” I said and looked over, “team captain is a cocksucker…no one could’ve saw that one comin’, just being drunk I guess.”
We sat there a few minutes on the back stoop, still a little hungover, my brother lighting up a smoke.
He broke the silence eventually, “So, did you…”
“Did I what?” I asked and paused, “cum?”
I cut him off before he could finish, “Yeah I mean it was a pretty good blow job, I guess, and I was horny as fuck,” I said and laughed.
He shook his head slightly in response, “no, I mean…did you, do it back?”
His question caught me off guard for some reason. My face flushed and I stumbled over my words, “I…you know, yeah. I guess I was drunk too, shit, I didn’t think about it.”
He grinned as he blew out a puff of smoke, “d’you like it?”
I nodded slowly in response, “yeah,” and felt suddenly brazen, “wanna see how it feels?”
He took a few minutes and thought it over, the ash growing at the end of his cigarette. He smiled and shifted his position, turning to me somewhat, and rested one arm on his knee, “you really want to do that?”
I smiled and shrugged at him. “Might be fun,” I said, and tapped his knee with mine.
“Fuck,” he partially whispered, shaking his head, and lowered his leg while his hand adjusted his junk.
I took that as my invitation, whether it was or not, and put my hand on his hairy thigh, rubbing it up under his shorts. No underwear. He looked at me intently as leaned back and propped himself up on one arm.
I pushed myself up off the concrete slab and bent down on my knees in between his legs. I knew after kneeling down that the rough concrete was going to leave a mark, but, fuck it. So I reached down and grabbed his package, feeling his already chubbed-up dick underneath the thin jersey shorts. Pulling the shorts down at the top, I fished out my brothers cock and two egg sized balls.
“Holy hell dude,” I said grabbing at his package.
He didn’t say anything back. Just raised his eyebrows and nodded down.
I licked at his head first and began to suck in the semi-hard dick in front of me. His crotch still smelled musky as my nose buried into his full bush. I brought my mouth up slowly and he looked down at me, both hands behind his back now, and the very last of his cigarette hanging between his lips. “Suck my balls,” he said, and flicked the butt off in the yard.
Lapping my tongue down his fat, hairy shaft, I kissed and licked his nut sac. Tasting the saltiness as I did, I sucked one of his cum filled nuts in my mouth and rolled it around before switching to the other. He moaned as I worked over his balls and then licked down underneath his sack, tasting the sweatiness and sinking my face into his groin. His hips bucked up, “Goddamn,” he growled, “get back on my dick.”
I licked my way back up the other side of his shaft, and started sucking down as far as I could. One meaty hand was followed by another on top of my head pushing me down. The force made me gag, my spit running down the side of his cock. I fumbled at his now spit coated balls with one hand and put the other on his back, slick with sweat and causing his tank to stick to his skin.
He was drawing closer as he thrust up into my throat, his muscular hands still pushing my head down. As he started to moan and growl I knew he’d be shooting. Soon after I felt a torrent of cum blast against the back of my throat and into my mouth. Trying to swallow as much as I could, some of his cum and my spit ran down the side of his cock.
“Holy fuck bro!” he yelped as he finished and laid his back down onto the stoop. I drew my mouth off his spent cock with a loud gasp, and slurped up the mix of cum and saliva that I had missed, cleaning every last drop that had spilled onto his bush.
After I cleaned him up with my tongue I got up and sat back down. He was panting still panting when he sat back up. His forearm glistened as he lifted it up to wipe the larger beads of sweat off his forehead, taking his cap off and running his hand through his hair.
“Goddamn, Josh,” he said laughing and looked over to me, slapping me on the shoulder, “that was fucking awesome. Wish’d I’d known about it sooner.”
As I wiped off my own sweat and the remnants of spit and cum around my mouth I said back to him, “yeah, me too.”
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