“Dude. That’s my fucking beer,” I exclaimed upon finding Xander, my sister’s ridiculously hot boyfriend, tipping back a bottle of Corona in the kitchen. As always, he was shirtless, his jeans partly unzipped—always taunting me when he was only there to plow my sister’s pussy. “Why the fuck are you drinking my beer?” I demanded.
“Sorry, bro,” he wiped his sudsy lips with the back of his hand. “Your sister said I could help myself to anything.”
“Yeah, well, you can help yourself to her pussy all you want,” I snapped, “but not my fucking beer, okay?”
“My bad,” he acknowledged apologetically, tipping back the last of the bottle and then tossing it into the recycling bin. “I’ll buy you more.”
“That’s not the point. You can’t just—”
“You don’t like me, do you?” Xander cut me off. “You’re always bitching at me.”
“No—that’s—that’s not true,” I stammered, disarmed by his candor. “I think you’re a really great guy. And you’re good to my sister.”
I stopped short of sharing that I also enjoy ogling him in his shirtless glory, his bulge tempting me to get on my knees and drain him dry. And that, late at night, when I can overhear him and my sister fucking in her room, I fantasize that he’s giving me his big cock.
“Then what’s your problem with me?” he persisted.
“I dunno, dude,” I shrugged. “I guess I was used to it being just my sister and me sharing this apartment, and it’s now hard having an interloper here all the time. But that’s not your fault.”
“I get that,” Xander nodded. “But, other than drinking your beer, I’ve tried to be a good guest when I’m here. I do dishes, I take out the trash, and I often—”
“I appreciate all that,” I interrupted. “Let’s just forget I said anything, okay?”
“No,” he refused. “You have an issue with me, and I’d like to discuss it.”
“Honestly—there’s no issue.”
“You’re attracted to me,” Xander declared out of the blue, a punch in my gut.
“Don’t fucking deny it,” he laughed. “I’ve seen the way you look at me—wanting me. And how you always need something in the bathroom when I’m showering—your eyes taking side glances at my big cock.”
“That’s bullshit,” I protested.
“Bullshit?” he parodied. “Then maybe you can explain to me why, every time I fuck your sister and drop the used condom—filled with my cum—in the bathroom trash, it’s gone by the next morning?”
“Jesus,” I covered my face, embarrassed at being caught red handed. “I’m—I’m sorry. I didn’t think you’d notice.”
“What the fuck do you do with a used condom?” he demanded. “Are you, like, jacking yourself with my load or something?”
“No,” I denied sheepishly. “I drain it.”
“Drain it? I don’t understand.”
“I suck out your load,” I confessed. “I drain it down my throat.”
“Christ,” Xander spat, his face contorted.
“Dude—PLEASE don’t tell my sister,” I begged. “She’d kick me out. I can’t afford my own apartment. You’ve got to—”
“Calm down,” Xander interrupted. “I’m not gonna tell your sister. I mean, I think it’s sick as fuck that you eat my loads out of the trash. But a small part of me finds it kinda hot, too.”
“Yeah?” I ventured sheepishly.
“But dude—why the fuck didn’t you just come to me and ask to suck me off?” Xander queried. “Wouldn’t you rather have my load fresh from the tap?”
“Are—are you serious?” I gasped, wanting to pinch myself in disbelief.
“Yeah, bro,” he smiled wickedly. “I’ve long adhered to the Bro Code—two guys helping out each other. Shit, I’m way too horny for one woman. Your sister and I have a great sex life because I know I can always go out and get my balls drained by some dude when she’s either on the rag or not in the mood. It’s how the world works for men like me.”
“So—you’ll let me suck you?” I inquired, licking my lips as I glanced down at those half-unzipped jeans.
“Have at it, bro,” Xander offered, reaching down into his jeans and pulling out a thick, veiny cock. “But we gotta make it quick—before your sister gets back from the farmers market.”
Wordlessly, I dropped to my knees, taking his entire length down my throat. With one hand I reached up and stroked his hairy pecs while I massaged his balls with my other hand.
“Fuuuuck,” he exhaled, his hands running through my hair. “That feels so fucking good, bro.”
At that juncture, most guys would grab me by the ears and then skull fuck me until they were busting down my throat. But Xander seemed content to let me do my own thing—to allow me to enjoy his big cock on my own terms, giving me the chance to show off my hard-earned oral skills.
Deftly, I delivered some deep strokes, taking his cock in and out of my warm throat—my tight lips traversing his length from tip to balls, over and over again. His hard cock grew even more rigid down my throat, his salty precum coating my tongue.
“Jesus, you’re good,” Xander moaned, his hands resting atop my head. “I can’t recall the last I had head this fucking good.”
Emboldened by his praise, I picked up the pace, my head bobbing up and down on his big cock, mimicking the rhythm he likely employed when fucking my sister’s pussy. Stretching my jaw, I worked to take him even deeper down my throat, his cock head thrusting well past my tonsils with each downbeat, his balls mashing against my chin.
“Fuck, bro. I’m getting close,” he warned. “You’re gonna get a big load.”
Ravenously, I sucked him faster, his balls hugging his body. I reached up again and caressed his hairy chest, his breathing becoming more intense.
“SHIT—FUCK,” Xander grunted in release, his big cock pulsing, his creamy load filling my mouth, careening down my throat into my hungry belly. “Yeah—keep sucking—DAMN.”
Pulling out of my throat, his balls fully emptied, he fell back against the kitchen counter on wobbly legs. His massive load had dripped onto my chin. With his index finger, Xander swiped it up and fed it to me.
“You are a cum slut,” he winked. “I fucking love it. Your sister never eats my load. So—was my cum better when fresh from the tap?”
“Fuck YES,” I exclaimed. “No aftertaste of latex.”
“I’d better clean myself up,” I announced, looking down at my shirt, the front soaked in my drool. “My sister’s gonna be home any minute.”
“I’m going over to a buddy’s place tonight,” Xander appeared a moment later in my doorway as I changed my shirt. “He’s having a few of us over to watch the basketball game. You think you’d like to come?”
“I dunno,” I shrugged. “I’m not really into basketball.”
“Dude,” he laughed. “You’re not going to be watching the game. The only balls you’re gonna see are the hairy ones between our legs.”
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
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