Thanksgiving Tales: Late Arrival
I about tripped over my feet when I walked through the bedroom door and saw Bryan there, all sprawled out, dozing on the bed in just his boxer shorts. I wasn’t expecting anybody to be in here, so I didn’t think to stop the door from swinging all the way into the desk, cursing to myself as it banged off of it and he snorted and woke up.
“Hey, kid,” he mumbled sleepily, rubbing his eyes and smiling slowly.
“Uh, hey,” I said, blushing furiously, trying to look anywhere but at him, and his big ex-linebacker body, all big and thick and blond. His boxers were loose, and short, and they were riding up some, and just under the gaping leg, resting atop the thick beefy power of his big thigh, I could see a faint, pink-fleshed glimpse of… shit, stop looking, Noah…
“Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you up, guess I forgot you’d be crashing in here,” I rambled, looking around for a place to put my duffel and my backpack.
Technically, he was sleeping on what used to be my bed. Even though my parents had done that thing where you’re in your second year away at college and they turn your bedroom into more like a generic guest room, apparently trying to not-so-subtly press the idea that you were just about your own man now, and would be expected to make your own way in the world very soon, I still felt a certain sense of ownership of it, and the whole space. I looked down at the floor, where the air mattress was already inflated and made up. Bryan had been gone from home for years, since before I was in high school, so surely I had more of a claim on the bed than he did, right?
“It’s cool, I didn’t really know either,” he said. “Sarah and Mike are sleeping in her old room, and the boys are camped out in the living room, so…”
I shrugged, edged around the big inflatable on the floor and dumped my shit beside it. Guess I didn’t really begrudge him crashing out on the bed, since I knew he’d flown all the way from Seattle, and I’d just had to drive a couple hours. Only, why did he have to be doing it all uncovered and barely dressed and even fuckin’ sexier than the last time I’d seen him?
I’d shot a lot of loads in that bed, feverishly, ashamedly imagining him. And now, here he was, in it, in the flesh. About 220 pounds of flesh, give or take, from the look of him, a little less bulky than in his playing days, his big muscles with a nice, solid padding of manly beef on them. I’d been working out, a lot, but we’d always been built different, and I felt relatively puny compared to him. Fifty pounds wasn’t really all that much, but right now, it made me feel like the skinny kid I was back when he still lived at home.
“So what’s new, No?” he asked, grinning as he sat up a little more, and I tried not to watch the slow shift of that fat pink shadow hanging loose in his shorts. “You’re looking good, bro. Been working out.”
Shit, please don’t start talking about that, I thought, knowing I was blushing. Then he lazily, absently scratched the top of his crotch, and I could hear the crinkle of the thick blond hair inside the cotton of his shorts, and the leg was pulling up a little more, and yep, fuck… there it was. More than a flash, a solid glimpse of his solid dick. God damn it.
“Uh, fuck, sorry bro,” he chuckled, tugging the leg of his shorts down, barely concealing his hog again. “Showing a little too much there.”
That smile of his. That dirty-blond scruff on his jaw and cheeks. More of it on the big, thick mounds of his pecs, leading down the solid, muscular swell of his stomach. He’d always been a real charmer to go with his looks and his build, and it made him pretty much unstoppable in life. I’d forgotten how much it could all be, especially confined in such a small space.
We made a little small-talk, but it was late, and I was beat, and even if I had to sleep on the fucking air mattress, at least it’d mean the lights could go out and I wouldn’t be confronted with the sight of my big hunky brother, all laid out like tomorrow’s Thanksgiving feast. Damn, I’d been horny all day, already looking forward to a nice, relaxing jackoff when I pulled out of the dorm parking lot this afternoon, and it looked like I was going to have to plan my next load out. It wasn’t gonna happen tonight, that was for sure.
I went and brushed my teeth and changed for bed, coming back in my old soccer shorts and a T-shirt, and Bry was still awake, still with that half-sleepy smile on his face. He had the lamp by him, and I was expecting him to cut it off so I could shed the shirt and shorts and slip between the sheets in my boxer briefs, but the fucker kept it on. Like he was watching me undress. “Could he be…?” I thought to myself, but nah. That was just a bullshit fantasy left over from my crazy horny teen years. In that bed he was sprawled out on. Fuck. At least I had my back to him, so he couldn’t see the serious chub I was getting.
“Night, bro,” he said, finally turning the lamp off as I squatted down to crawl onto the air mattress. I breathed a sigh of relief, said “Goodnight” back, and tried to get comfortable. My hand went straight to the bulge in my underwear.
I hated the air mattress. It was noisy, and not very comfortable, and as I tossed and turned, I was pretty sure it had a slow leak in it. There was no way I was going to get a good night’s sleep on this thing, even if my mind wasn’t racing, full of the image Id seen when I first got in the door - big Bry, almost naked, lazily sprawled out on my bed in all his big, beefy, muscled ex-jock glory.
Maybe thirty sleepless minutes later, I knew for sure. I could feel the mattress turning into rubbery mush underneath me. Definitely an air leak.
“Shit,” I whispered, kicking the sheets back with a heavy sigh, wondering what to do next. Maybe tiptoe into the living room, try not to wake my nephews up, stretch out on one of the couches…
“‘Swrong?” Bryan’s deep voice rumbled sleepily from somewhere above me.
“Fuckin’ air mattress is going down on me,” I muttered. I heard a long sigh from him that dissolved into a low chuckle.
“Least somebody’s gettin’ gone down on this weekend,” he chuckled, and I rolled my eyes at my own dumbassness. “C’mon, get up here. There’s room.”
“Uh… yeah, no, it’s cool,” I stammered. “I’ll work it out, go back to sleep.”
The light snapped back on, and there he was, leaning over the side of the bed above me, with an amused grin but a quit-fucking-around frown too. Blond hair all mussed up from sleep. God damn, how could a dude be so big, so manly, and so cute all at once?
“Don’t be an idiot, No,” he said. “Get on up here. This bed’s huge, and you’re not so big. You never doubled up with a bud on a trip or something before? Spring Break? Quit fuckin’ around, so we can both get some sleep.”
I started to protest again, but the look on his face said he wasn’t going to keep pressing the issue. I knew my big brother well enough to know his deep well of good humor had its bottom, and also that it was a big bed, and real comfy too, and if I could get over the fact that my secret lust object would be in it with me…
“Fine,” I sighed, kicking back the covers. He had the comforter pulled back, showing off nearly the full length of his big, beefy powerhouse of a body, and I tried not to think about it as I climbed onto the bed. Tried not to think about how his eyes looked over my trimmer, just as near-naked body. Tried not to watch the flex of his big pecs and his thick arms as he twisted around to turn the lamp back off. Tried not to feel the warmth of his body a few inches from my back, as I turned on my side, away from him.
While I was trying not to think about all that, I guess I drifted off. But I woke up again when I felt the big, warm press of his hand coming to rest on my hip, the mattress shifting under me as he shuffled in closer. His sleeping breath gusted all warm across my shoulders, making my skin break out in gooseflesh as my cock started to grow in my shorts again. I tried to pull away real lightly, so as not to wake him, but he just grunted in his sleep and tugged me back towards him, spooning me against him. I could feel the press of his thick torso, the tickle of the hair on it against the skin of my back. The easy slide of his big, muscular legs up against the backs of mine. The undeniable presence of his bulge, thick and warm, against the curve of my ass. I squeezed my eyes shut tight and wished I was anywhere else in the world, even as the horny teenage part of my brain was gooning and howling and playing with itself in delight.
Fuck, this was so awkward… but underneath all that, damn but it felt good. It had been awhile since I’d been spooned. I’d hooked up with a senior back at the start of the semester, and he’d spooned me like this, and it was incredible and intimate, but it had kind of freaked me out a little too, being so close and intimate with another dude that way. I’d avoided him and pretty much any situation that might lead to spooning ever since. Up until now. With my big brother.
“Mmm,” Bryan murmured in his sleep, slipping one thick forearm around my midsection and squeezing lightly. Then I felt the press of his lips on the nape of my neck, and I boned up completely. And then I felt a little more of him against my ass. At first I thought I must have been imagining it, but no - there was a definite growth back there. A definite firmness rising in the crotch of his boxers, starting to press more against my butt.
I was real torn, because I was honestly starting to enjoy the warmth and bulk of him, the feeling of… comfort, and security, maybe. But his growing cock changed that, made me scared again, and so I started to wriggle away from him. I reached down to lift his forearm, but he just squeezed it tighter around my stomach, and then shifted his other arm up and slid it under my head, his big bicep bulging against the side of my neck, the flat of his hand resting on my pec.
“C’mere,” he murmured in his sleepy voice. “‘Snice.” And then I felt the full length of his big, hard dick, nestling happily into the flesh of my ass as he ground his hips a little. The soft, slow, warm kiss of his lips on the nape of my neck again, sending a shiver through my whole body.
“Dude, Bry, wake up,” I whispered, giving his solid belly a nudge with my elbow. “It’s me, man. Let me up.”
“Huh?” he said sleepily. A moment. Then a sound that might have been a half-gasp, or a half-chuckle. “Ah shit. Sorry No.”
His forearms opened up a little, but they didn’t pull away entirely. Just enough for me to start wriggling away. And then they wrapped back tight round me and pulled me back into him, more firmly this time, and I let out a moan of frustration and embarrassment, and a little need, too.
“Love ya, lil bro,” he murmured, and there were his lips at the back of my neck again. The fuck was he doing? And why wasn’t I making more of an effort to pull away?
“Sorry… but it’s nice. Missed ya, kid.”
Then his big hand rubbed down my bare chest, down the hard muscle of my pec, over the abs I’d been working so hard on lately, slow and lazy, fingertips trailing, and then grazing the hard jut of my cock, straining upright against my boxer briefs like it was trying to break free. His fingers paused, and then came that sound again, maybe surprised and maybe amused. Then his fingers slowly, maddeningly, teasingly grazed around the straining, cotton-covered head in a slow circle.
“Nice for you too, huh buddy?” he murmured, his lips buzzing the bristles of hair on the back of my neck. He shifted his hips into me more, and I felt the thick, heavy throb of his big hard dick straining his own shorts.
“Dude, it’s just… weird,” I said, my voice all shaky.
“Why, No? Doesn’t have to be,” he said. Fucking Bryan and his easygoing sureness about everything.
“What do you mean, it doesn’t have to be?” I halfway hissed, trying to turn over to look at him. He just squeezed me again, his lips nuzzling down from the back of my neck, over my trapezius, to my shoulder. Not kissing, just grazing over the bare skin. Warm, a little moist from his breath. He was driving me nuts.
“I know you like lookin’ at me, kid,” he murmured. “You’ve been crushin’ on me for years, am I right?”
“Dude, what-” I started, getting flustered and a little mad now.
“Shhhh,” he said, and this time when his lips pressed to my shoulder, I could feel just the tip of his tongue, all fat and moist, on my skin. My cock was hard enough to cut diamonds now. He knew that, because his hand roamed back down to my shorts and gently, slowly squeezed it, making me grunt and moan and leak a little as it throbbed in his big, strong mitt.
“Damn dude, you’re hung like me… nice fuckin’ cock, baby bro,” he half-chuckled, and proceeded to graze his lips back up to the nape of my neck. Slowly, I felt his hips shifting lightly, subtly, hunching a little against the strong muscles of my ass.
“I like that you like me that way, No,” he murmured in my ear. “Hell of a compliment, good-lookin’ dude like you into me like that. Maybe thinkin’ about me like this.”
“Shhhh,” he said again. ‘Implacable’ - that was the word I was looking for. “‘Sokay. I have.”
“Sure,” he said, huffing out a chuckle, as his hand continued to explore the throbbing length of my cock through my shorts. “You’re a cute lil fucker. Always were. My little soccer jock kid bro. Nice ‘n tight, not like me.”
His hand left my cock, shifted over my hip, down my thigh, along the mass of my quad.
“And these thighs, No… nice fuckin’ legs, baby bro…”
I let out another moan. Maybe this was a dream. I pinched the inside of my forearm, but nope - he was still gently humping his big ex-linebacker’s cock against my ass, one hand running all over my smooth pecs, the other up and down my thigh. And I found myself flexing my quad for him, before I even knew what I was doing. He grunted approvingly, placed another slow, moist kiss on the side of my neck, then nuzzled up to my ear, his breath all hot.
“You’re all grown up, lil bro,” he murmured, his deep, low voice buzzing right into my brain. “I like it a lot. And if you like me too, well… maybe we can make the most of this…”
I turned my head, just able to make out his face in the dimness of the room, and I could see he was smiling. That charming grin, those big, white teeth. The smile that made all the girls - and me - weak in the knees. We stared at each other in the dimness, as he explored me all over, and then I twisted around a little more and brought my hand up slowly, experimentally, letting it hover over the big, blond-haired mass of his pec. His grin widened, and he kind of flexed his pec up for me. I closed the gap, sighing softly as I really felt the big, brawny muscle for the first time, loving his soft, approving grunt. Then he was moving in closer, his handsome face coming towards mine, and I was leaning in to meet him, and finally, our lips connected.
Fucking electricity. At first it was a little awkward - for me, but not for him, as those full lips of his moved against mine, teasing, coaching, making mine respond, before I felt the first darting touch of his tongue, making them part for him, letting him inside. It was like I was on delay, letting him slip inside my mouth like that, before my body took over and my tongue slipped against his actively, making him grunt into my mouth and encouraging me on even further.
Bry tugged me around so we were chest to chest, curling me up in those powerful arms of his, squeezing me rhythmically as our cocks throbbed together, against each other, straining to bust out of their cotton prisons and embrace like the rest of our bodies were doing. His big legs slid over and then between mine, intertwining, as one hand cupped the muscle of my ass, squeezing it and pulling me in tighter while he made love to my mouth with his agile tongue. It was the best kiss I’d ever had, maybe ever would have, and even better than the thousand times I’d imagined it, all alone in this bed, stroking my hard teen cock.
I was so wrapped up in the kiss, I barely even noticed his big paws extracting me from my boxer briefs, or the fact that somehow he was naked too, only realizing it when I felt the thick, moist throb of his fat big brother cock against mine for the first time ever. I moaned into his mouth, and he chuckled low in his throat as his hands explored the tight curve of my glutes, down along my soccer-hardened thighs, then back up again, cupping my face with a strong, but gentle grip as his tongue slow-danced with mine.
“All good, baby bro?” he asked with that grin.
“Yeah, Bry,” I moaned softly, leaning in to reconnect with his lips, making him chuckle as he fed me that fat, wet tongue again. A briefer kiss this time, then more along my jaw, down my throat, making me clutch the big, rounded muscles of his shoulders, his upper arms. So much of him to touch and stroke and squeeze. It was kind of overwhelming.
Bryan guided me onto my back, then set to kissing down over my pecs, all across them with his lips and tongue, zeroing in on each of my stiff, tingling nips, licking and suckling on them one at a time, before trailing his tongue down the muscles of my stomach, down into the blond hair that fanned out across my bellybutton. I couldn’t believe it, that my big, hunky lug of a brother was doing this, would even be into doing this. But he was, and he was doing it to me, so I told my brain to shut the fuck up and just go with this, as my fingers sank into his thick blond hair and he took my throbbing young cock in his strong paw.
“Last chance to stop, if you want to, No,” he said, his breath gusting warm across the leaking stiffness of my cock, making it throb in his grip.
“No way, Bry,” I practically whimpered, and then I had to stuff the heel of my hand in my mouth to stifle a low, deep moan as he opened wide and took the head of my cock in his hot, wet mouth. I felt my body strain upwards at the sensation of his big tongue lazily lapping its way round the underside of my head, his deep humming grunt reverberating all down my shaft, making my balls buzz and my insides go all shivery.
All I could do was try not to cum too soon, as he worked his way down to the root of my cock, until his nose was buried in my bush, his one hand rubbing up the flexing muscles of my stomach and chest, the other gently cupping and rolling my balls, already tight and full and ready to blast. But I held off, as best I could, even when his thick finger stroked along the hair of my taint, teasingly, like he was beckoning me with it, over and over, making the mound of my prostate tingle even harder just on the other side of my flesh.
Between the intense, incredible sensations - “where the fuck did he get so good at this, and why didn’t he ever show me before?” I thought - and the wet, almost lewd sounds of his expert suckjob, I was riding the edge pretty bad, the daylong load in my balls churning and foaming, impatient for release. Then it kind of hit me, remembering that this was my big brother, my boyhood idol and teenage lust object, expertly sucking me off, while the rest of our family slept, and I knew it was all over for this load.
“Bry, dude, I’m gonna -” I whimpered, maybe a little loudly. He clamped his big ex-ballplayer hand over my mouth, made a deep, low humming sound of approval, and started sucking me even more intently. Even in the gloom, I could see his eyes on mine. And then his finger grazed down my taint, round the edge of my cleft, buzzing the tightness of my hole before pressing it like a button,and that wast that. I moaned, stifled, into the palm of his hand, my body writhing, as my nuts pulsed, my cock throbbed in its wet, suckling sleeve, and I dumped more than a half-dozen shots of cum down Bryan’s eagerly swallowing throat.
“Oh… my… fuckin’… god,” I gasped, head flopping back onto the pillow. Another deep, low chuckle from Bryan, slowly working his mouth up off my sensitive, twitching cock, his big hands rubbing up and down my inner thighs.
Bry loomed over me in the darkness, as his fingers grazed back up my inner thigh to my taint, rubbing the sweat and overspilled spit there slowly, teasingly. I could see from his cheeks he hadn’t swallowed my load, and I wondered what he was doing with it.
“Mm-mmm mmm mm-mm mmmm?” he said, as his fat fingertip zeroed in on the rim of my hole again. I stared up at him, confused, and he made the noises again, this time gently tapping the tight knot of my hole. Another few seconds as my post-cum brain sorted out what he was trying to say, and then it dawned on me. I swallowed nervously, and nodded slowly.
“Couple months ago, after a frat party…” I said, and he just nodded slowly, knowingly. I could see him trying to smile with his mouth full, and then he lowered his handsome head again, pushing my thighs up and back, as I tried not to tense up with nerves. I remembered how that hadn’t helped with Cole, back in September, when he’d fucked me for only the second time in my life. How good it had felt when he’d helped me relax a little. How much better it had felt, once I’d loosened up, to have another guy’s thickness sliding up into me that way. The weirdly masculine intimacy of it. How hard I’d cum.
Still, I jolted a little at the sensation of Bry’s face burying slowly in the fork of my thighs, under my drained balls, at the nuzzle of his nose and lips against my taint, then lower, as his big, capable hands pushed my thighs back double. I grabbed the backs of them on instinct, bending myself in half and opening myself up a little more, my cheeks parting, and my big bro squeezed the flexed muscles in thanks and appreciation, as he started to press his lips to my hole.
“Fuckkkk….” I whispered to myself, biting my lip, as he kissed me in the most intimate way possible, lips working slowly, subtly… and then the shock of the warm, wet sensation of my cum and his spit flowing out from his lips, over my hole, followed by the probe and press of his tongue, pushing its way into me as he rubbed soothingly up and down my hamstrings.
Maybe it helped that this was my big bro, my big, handsome protector all those years, the one guy I looked up to and trusted more than anybody else in the world. That he was taking care of me, not just pleasuring me, but doing something really special with me. Whatever it was, I let him inside of me that way, my head pushed back deep into the pillow as I let the sensations overcome me, the warm tingle kind of unfamiliar, but growing more intense, as he licked his way into me, then let our mixed fluids slowly flow inside of my ass.
Fuck, this was so nasty… and so fucking hot, even more than that. Because of that. Whatever, I could feel the head of my cock glazing across my abs as it started to reharden, and it was all I could do to swallow my moans as my big bro ate me out and slicked me up with my cum and his spit, flowing it into me and smearing it around. I could have let him do this all night, but he was horny too, so i tried not to be disappointed when he came up off my wet, warm hole with a grunt and a growl, sliding up my body with a lusty, determined look in his eye as he leaned in to kiss me. I didn’t have time to stop him, to protest that it might be dirty… and it wasn’t, at least not in the bad way, as his sticky, wet mouth covered mine and fed me his salty, cum-tangy tongue, with the faint musk that I guess came from my ass mixed in with it all. I took his tongue, met it with mine, and we kissed hungrily, wetly, sloppily, distracting me from the blunt press of something fat and hard against my hole.
“Love ya, No,” he murmured against my sticky lips. “Glad we can do this, lil bro.”
“Fuck yeah, me too, Bry,” I whispered back, and then he growled and kissed me again, swallowing my moans as he pushed his way inside me.
Cole had a big cock, but Bryan had him beat. I knew it, and tried not to let the knowledge of his bigness pressing inside me make me nervous and tight. Fuck that - I was glad, glad to be taking a cock so big, and with hardly any pain, just that weird stretching fullness I remembered from the other couple times I’d bottomed. Proud to be manning up like this, and especially for big Bryan, as he curled his big hand round the back of my neck and pushed slowly, steadily all the way up into me. I wrapped my muscled thighs round his waist and squeezed, making him grunt approvingly down my throat as he pushed the last few, thick inches inside of me.
“That’s all of me, kid,” he murmured between sloppy, slow kisses. “All your big bro’s cock in ya, champ.”
“Shit yeahhhh,” I hissed, kissing him back. “Fuck me, Bry.”
“Yeah, baby,” he chuckled, then fed me his tongue again as he set to work.
He felt so awesome, all those big, football-built muscles steely beneath the manly, burly layer of padding, flexing hard under my hands as I grabbed at him, squeezing him, exploring him and spurring him on. We whispered hot, nasty, encouraging things to each other, getting off on the vibe, on the kink, on our brotherly bond as Bryan gave me the fucking of my young life. I tried to work with him, squeezing myself around his body and his cock, making him almost whimper at the sensation of my insides gripping him tight. The bed rocked under us, and a small part of my brain hoped we weren’t making too much noise, that the bed wasn’t going thump-thump-thump against the wall. But then Bry did this corkscrewing motion with his hips, his big, sexy ass flexing under my calves, and I forgot about everything else except for the slow explosion building up inside me.
“Cum in me, bro,” I moaned up at him, clutching tight to the big, flexed mass of his biceps, bearing down on his thrusting cock even more.
“Yeah, you want that, baby bro? My cum inside you, No?” he panted, and I just moaned and nodded.
Bry growled again, fed me his tongue for the millionth time, and set to hammering at my ass, longdicking me, then jackhammering in short, fast, powerful thrusts that had my toes curling and my cock spewing precum all over my abs. Then he thrust hard, repeatedly, against the thin wall covering my prostate, and my toes curled even harder as my fingers sank into the fleshy steel of his big arms.
“Cumming!” was all I could gasp, and then I was, all over myself, another half-dozen spurts of hot seed splashing my abs and pecs.
“Awwww fuck!” Bry hissed, shoving his cock in deep and freezing in place, and I could tell from the choked noises he was making and the bulging flex of his big muscles all over that he was breeding me. Breeding me hard.
After a few long moments, he shivered all over, sweat dripping off his handsome head as he stared down at me, panting. I could feel the fine dew of sweat all over him, as he collapsed over me, only his elbows keeping him from crushing me under his heft. His mouth found mine, his breath panting into it before he slipped his tongue inside, slow and deep, and we kissed like that for a few minutes as our bodies twitched and heaved and shuddered through the last gasps of our orgasms.
“Fuckin’ A, man,” he chuckled, resting his sweaty forehead against mine.
“Yeah, I guess you just did,” I laughed back.
“Ha, I sure did, at that,” he grinned, sliding off me onto his side, his hand rubbing through the slick mess on my stomach. I watched him as he slowly licked it off, then met his lips when he leaned in, trading the salty, mineral mix of sweat, spit and cum back and forth with him.
“Glad I made it home after all,” he said, ruffling my sweaty hair.
“So… I guess it won’t be a problem for you, sharing the bed with me the rest of the weekend, then?” he grinned, teasing his sticky finger around my nipple.
“Well… I mean… if you don’t mind, I don’t,” I said, smiling a little shyly. “But, like… we’ll need to keep inflating that stupid fuckin’ air mattress every night, just to make it look above-board and all.”
“It’s a plan, bro,” he said, kissing me slow and soft. “Now we better get some sleep. Big day, lots of family and eating tomorrow. And afterwards, maybe you can show me what kind of fuck skills my baby brother picked up at college.”
“Yeah? For real?” I asked, feeling that slow burn in my spent cock again.
“We’ll see. Better be sure to give thanks tomorrow,” Bry chuckled.
I sure did, and Thursday night, after everybody else had passed out in a food coma, me and my big brother came back to my old bed, and had another very happy Thanksgiving feast indeed.
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