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I went to this party last summer with a bunch of my friends. I never really found out whose party it was, but there was booze and a pool so I didnât give a shit. It was dark and we were all in the pool, so many people all crammed together, Iâm sure it was more people than water.
We were bopping to the music and my friends were laughing and talking shit as we floated around with the pulse of everyone else, when I felt a hand on my back, clearly intentional contact. It only lasted a second though, and there were so many people around me I had no way of knowing whose it was, so I ignored it.
Next thing I know, my best friend Kyle is behind me, with his arms gently wrapped around my waist, and his hands travelling lower towards my shorts. As I got ready to turn around and question him, he whispered in my ear,
âDonât turn around, just act natural and let it happen bro.â
Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was just the rush of the moment, but I obeyed, and he slipped his hands down my shorts, grabbing a firm hold on my dick, which, to my surprise was almost immediately rock hard. The way we were all bobbing in the water meant his boner was now rubbing against my ass through our shorts and I could feel his muscly chest pressed up to my back. It was the most unsettlingly comforting feeling Iâd ever experienced.
I continued to look straight ahead, trying to focus on what my other friends were talking about, but that was rather difficult when your best friend is stroking you with one hand and stripping you with the other. My shorts slowly drifted down my legs and off into the abyss of the pool. He must have done the same to his because suddenly I could feel his bare dick against my skin and it sent shivers down my spine.
This fucker had his dick against my ass, his hands around my cock, and he was still talking to our friends like nothing was happening! I couldnât believe it, but I also didnât want it to stop. I had never felt my body tingle so much as it was now.
Without warning, I felt him push his dick up to my asshole, and I could feel myself stretch to allow him inside. It hurt like HELL. I had to clench my fist to keep myself from screaming, but he kept pushing and then with a pop he was all the way inside me and I nearly blacked out from the intense pleasure I got from his fat cock pressing against my insides like this. Surrounded by other people completely unaware that I was getting cored out by my best friend.
He let out a muffled moan as he started to pump away, matching the beat of the song blasting from the speakers only feet away. I could hardly hear the music though over the throbbing in my ears from every time he hit my prostate. This was the first time Iâd ever felt a man inside me and it was amazing! While he fucked me he was stroking me vigorously, and I could already feel myself getting close. Was he really going to go all the way like this right here?
âIâm gonna cum inside you right now bro, get ready.â
That put me over the edge. He was jerking me just perfectly in rhythm with his thrusts, and I came harder than I ever had before, but he didnât stop stroking me, and I started to convulse in pleasure as my head was so sensitive post-nut, and he was wringing it out harder and faster, my cum giving him even more to play with on my skin. Then, I felt it: the final shove. He pushed himself even further inside me and unloaded. I felt every pump of his warm cum shoot its way out of his throbbing cock, and I felt him shake from the orgasm. I never wanted it to stop.
After a few moments of us floating there, still completely unnoticed, him still inside me, Kyle whispered,
âLetâs go inside and find a room, I want you to do that to me now.â
I felt myself go hard all over again. Without turning around, I nodded my head in the affirmative, and I felt him slip out of me. He ducked under the surface for a moment, then came back up with both our shorts. We slipped them on and excused ourselves from our friends, and made our way out of the pool, across the yard, and into the house.
I had never been to this house before, and it was completely dark inside. The music same was playing on the houseâs surround sound system, and there seemed to be speakers on full volume in every room; however, the house itself was completely empty. Kyle led me through the vast kitchen, into the hallway, up some stairs, and into the first bedroom. This room was huge and had windows looking down onto the pool below. Off to the side there was a private bath as well.
He pushed me down onto the bed and climbed on top of me, and kissed me for the first time. I donât know why, but even after all that just happened in the pool, I wasnât expecting this. It felt so good though, and I didnât stop him. He ripped my shorts off again, and slipped his way out of his own, and pressed our hard dicks together, stroking them slowly and firmly. I let out a small whimper of excitement as his tongue explored the insides of my mouth. I could smell the sweat on his skin mixed with the salt water from the pool.
âYou wanna fuck me now or what?â
I again nodded my head, and he scooted up further, straddling my torso as he lined my throbbing cock up with his hole, and sat down. Now Iâve fucked many girls in my day, but not any one of them compared to what I felt the moment I slipped inside my best friendâs ass. It was so warm and tight, and I could feel his muscles contract around me. I couldnât help it, I moaned so loudly. He started to ride me, jerking himself off with one hand, and feeling my body with the other. He kept kissing me, too, which was absolutely euphoric.
âI want you to cum inside me this time.â
I grunted in approval as I could feel myself once again getting close, the sensation completely overwhelming and out of this world.
He kissed me so tenderly as I climaxed, this one feeling even better than the one in the pool. I shot my cum deep inside my friend, and I knew in that moment our relationship has completely transformed. There was absolutely no going back now.
When I had caught my breath, Kyle climbed off me and took my hand and pulled me off the bed and led me to the bathroom. The shower was massive and cavernous. He closed the door behind us and locked it, before pushing me backwards into the shower and pinning me up against the cold tile wall, my arms stretched out above me, and his tongue once again buried in my throat.
He ground up against me, our dicks still hard and rubbing together, and then he turned me around, used his foot to spread my legs apart, and without any sense of gentleness he shoved his dick back up inside me, which caused me to scream in surprise and pleasure. He was huge, Iâm not joking. It was so fucking awesome. He fucked me again, and came inside me for the second time that night. Afterwards we showered together, making out and touching each other all over, before going back down and joining the party. Our friends never questioned it.
And thatâs how I started fucking my best friend.
A Day in the Life of Jonathan Carmichael by littlediaperbro
Samuel slowly pushed his chair back from the kitchen table. âLook Maryâ he said with finality âIâve had enough of this conversation. Nothing else is going to work. We just have to finish it. Thereâs really not much separating him from them at this point. Small things.â He looked over the table at Mark, who looked down at his plate.
Mark was 19, the younger of his two sons. He had a slim face, and lean wiry muscular body to match. He was tall - much taller then his older brother Jonathan. Mark rubbed his hand over his dirty blond crew cut hair, face still staring firmly down at his plate. He was embarrassed about their argument. In some ways he was both protective of, and embarrassed by his brother. But, Mark could also be counted on to do what needing doing.
Samuel stood up. âYou two take care of what we talked about. Iâm going to get John up and get him readyâ
As he walked down the hallway, he thought about how they had arrived at this point.
Jonathan was Samâs oldest son, just a couple weeks past his 21st birthday. He had always been a problem child: rambunctious, silly, and immature for his age. He was always small. Until he hit puberty he was mistaken for a 5 year old. And at 17 he peaked at 5 foot 5 and 124 lbs. I guess it was fitting that they had a lot of problems potty training him. He was in and out of diapers throughout his childhood and adolescence. His size made it so that they were often extra large Huggies or Pampers.
God knows Mary and him had tried more adult-style incontinence pull-on garments, but that boy just wet right through them. Anyways, needless to say, he was homeschooled after the age of 12, which actually made the problem worse. Pampers were not compatible with middle school. And, in 5th grade the school nurse got tired of changing him. Without peer pressure, he slipped back into thicker diapers full time.
Pretty soon Mark was effectively acting like his older brother. Certainly by the time Mark his high school age and got his first car. The family all shared diaper-changing responsibilities, although mostly Mark and him would trade off diapering Jonathan.
When John was 18 they sent him off to a private all-male boarding college for kids with differences. At least, thatâs how the brochure described it. Basically, as Sam saw it, it was a school for incontinent guys and guys with other issues. But instead of making forward progress, John seemed to regress. Every summer Jonathan came back he seemed a little more immature. The school had promised to get him out of diapers and give him an education. Well, that sure didnât work.
It was very odd. After the first year he was wetting and dirtying his diaper all the time. He didnât even make an effort to use the potty any more (thatâs what he called it!). They sent him back the second fall for more intensive therapy. He came back the following summer and brought home a sleeper and a pacifier. His Mom took the hint and bought him some cute clothes. Mark and I tried to ignore the trajectory.
John had gotten home over the weekend. Mark had picked him up at the airport, and when they came in the house, Mark was clearly pissed off. John had shit his diaper on the plane or in the car, who knows, and it stunk to high heaven. He was dressed in a pair of overalls with what was clearly a onsie underneath. He just shrugged when questioned about how he was dressed.
It was the darnest thing, because John hadnât really had much problem controlling his poop until last year, butâŚ. whatever.
He opened the door to his sons room. The light was low, but he walked to the crib. He unlocked the latch on both sides, and lowered the railing. They had put this in over the winter when they heard from the school that John rolled out of bed once. The crib was lined with a terry cloth rim and cartoon-truck printed sheets. His momâs idea.
Samuel stroked his sons floppy bowl-cut hair, wiping it off his forehead. The boy had kicked off his sheets and was in nothing but a diaper. Sam shook him awake. John moaned.
âUhhhhhh, Daddddddyyyyy. Whatâs-a-matter?â he slurred sleepily, rubbing his eyes.
âShhhhh Johnâ Samuel cooed, reaching a hand in above the waist of the boys diaper. Soaked. He squeezed the crotch of his sons diaper. No, it couldnât hold until after breakfast. Damn. His boy usually messed during breakfast, so that was either 2 diaper changes or leave âim in a dirty diaper for a while.
John slowly got up and scooted to the side of the crib as Samuel turned on the lights. Sam went to the changing table, and began prepping a diaper. âGet over here sonâ he ordered his boy.
Jonathan stretched and waddled to the changing table, slowly hoisting himself on an laying back down. He almost dozed off again as Sam quickly changed his diaper, but when his eyes closed, his Dad slapped him on the bare butt. He yelped. âNo sleeping boy! Time for breakfast. Your mom and brother have been up for hoursâ
Jonathan stood up slowly. He was back in the double cartoon print diapers that they used when he was in his teens after he outgrew the Pampers (just barely). They were one size bigger then a boy his size needed, but that meant they held a ton. His son was the best diapered boy on the block!
John looks around as Samuel went to the closet to pick out some clothes. Johns closet had changed a lot over the last couple years. At this point, he had a small fraction of the adult clothes one would expect for a guy of his age. Yeah, there were a couple pairs of faded jeans and slick khakis and button downs and polos - but, all of that stuff was a couple sizes larger to accommodate his diapers. Most of his closet was filled with much more infantile clothes.
After his first year at boarding school, Mary and him and realized that John was in diapers for good. They discussed with him how hard it was to get to his diapers to check if he was wet or dirty. And, the boy had been pretty understanding. So, Mary had ordered and customized a whole host ofâŚ. well, toddler clothes really. And, some, like the rompers and cartoon printed onsies, were down-right infantile.
Sam pulled a one-piece romper with thigh-length legs over Johns head and buttoned it at the crotch. He noticed with chargrin that the boy had found his paci and was sucking on it.
âJohnnyâŚ. whatâd we say about the paci?â Sam asked
âUm, i know thith daddyâŚ. i uhth, um, noth tttthhuposed to uthe itâ he tried to mouth through the pacifier, gurgling all his letters.
Sam smiled and barked out a laugh. Whatever. I guess if the boy wanted a pacifier what was the harm? He swatted the boy on the butt and yelped, âGet outta here! Down to see your mom and brother! Go, go, go!â He watched his oldest son scarmble out of the room, his diaper butt covered in the baseball print romper, his legs slightly waddling.
Sam arrived in the kitchen just as Mark was buckling his brother into his high chair, pulling the over-the shoulder harness over his diapered crotch and into the locking mechanism. He marveled at how good Mark was with Johnny. Mark ruffled his hair, and teased him as he tied the bib around Johns neck. That was one thing that John never grew out of - the bib. He was always a messy eater.
John giggled his way through breakfast, displaying puppyish energy. He wiggled. He bounced. He shifted. He stretched. In the end, he ate about half his oatmeal. And, despite Markâs best efforts, the other half ended up on his face, hands, bib, or the high chair tray. To protect himself, half way through the feeding Mark had slipped off his shirt and was feeding his brother bare-chested in just his cargo shorts. Ah, boys.
Samuel sighed. They really didnât have much choice. Johnny was really 90% of the way there. Mary unbuckled the boy from his chair after breakfast and set him loose to play in the living room. He did an upside down handstand an hour or so later and proudly announced that he had messed his diaper. They finally changed him once in the midmorning.
He was in a pair of loose fitting shortalls over his diapers, with no shirt on, playing on the floor, when Mark returned in the afternoon. Samuel stood near John as Mark approached.
âOk Dad. I made all the orders. The supplies should be here by the end of the week. The carseat and stroller were custom, so they cost more than expected. And, all the overalls and rompers will have crotch snaps.â Mary peaked out of the kitchen and nodded.
âGreat, Mark, thanks. And, I got rid of all of his adult clothes late this morning. And, we threw out anything that had any connection to his adult lifeâ
Samuel nodded. âI made all the phone calls and canceled his enrollment for the fallâ
He bent down and looked at his 21 year old son, who was sitting lopsided on the carpet, his diaper bulge obvious, and chewing on his index finger. His spit-covered pacifier was beside his leg. Mark knelt down beside him and took some infant chew toys out of the bag, holding them in his hands.
âHere little bro - you want these? Look what big bro Mark gotchyaâ he said sweetly. Johnny sat up straight and started smiling, and reached for the toys. He grabbed the biggest brightest chewy toy.
âYou hear that talk Johnny!â his Dad cooed, rubbing his hair, as the 21 year old boy slipped the new rubber chew toy gingerly into his mouth âWeâre gonna let you have what you want son. Youâll be treated exactly like a 14 month old.â
Johnny rolled on his back and continued sucking on rubber ring. Mark shook his head as he could vaguely smell his brothers dirty diaper. He smiled. Johnny giggled as he pushed out more poop into his diaper and pushed the toy deeper into his mouth, feeling the spit run down his cheek. He was a baby. He knew it. Now his family did too.
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My Cousin Cole and Mr. Ericson, the Varsity Soccer CoachâA Very True Story
This was about 3 months after my cousin Cole taught me how to give him a blowjob. I was a freshman and Cole was a senior. My parents and I went over to my aunt and uncleâs house and while the adults were talking, I went out to the back yard where Cole was kicking around a soccer ball. He completely ignored me while I watched him kick the ball around. I loved watching his sexy lightly-tanned legs with just a bit of hair on them and his super-short Umbro shorts. I tried so hard to see if I could see his bulge, and just loved the way his butt jiggled when he jumped. I had the biggest crush on him. Ever since that night he showed me what an orgasm was, I couldnât keep him out of my mind, nor could I keep my hands out of my pants. My skinny little dick was getting rock hard just watching him there in the yard.
 After a few minutes, a man came down the alley. He waved to Cole, and Cole ran up to him and said âHi, Mr. Ericson.â They talked for a few minutes, and then I noticed that they kept looking back at me, as if they were talking about me. The man walked away, and Cole came up to me and told me he had to go see his soccer coach. He wanted to know if I would come with him. I had never been so excited in my life. Of course I wanted to go with him. But I tried to play it cool and I answered back, âsure, whatever.â I just wanted so badly for Cole to think I was even a little bit cool.
Cole scooped up the soccer ball and said, âfollow me.â We walked a few houses down the alley and walked into a fenced-in yard. There was a door open that led into a finished basement. Cole just went right in as if he had done that a thousand times before. I followed along sheepishly, shutting the door behind me. It was a typical finished basement from that neighborhood. There was a bar and a couch, a couple of chairs, some weight-lifting equipment, a full-length mirror, a few posters of famous soccer players, a couple of bar lamps, brown carpeting, and kind of ugly wood paneling on the walls. I heard a door open and shut above me, and the sound of someone coming down stairs. It was the man from the alley, Mr. Ericson.
Mr. Ericson was the varsity soccer coach and a history teacher at our school (I hardly ever saw Cole because the upper-classmen stayed on a separate side of the campus). He was a guy maybe a little younger than my dad. He was handsome, athletic-looking. Not super muscular or whatever, just slim and trim. You could tell he worked out. He had a soccer-playerâs body, I guess you could say. He had dark brown hair, cut short. âHey, Cole,â Mr. Ericson said casually, then looking me over from head-to-toe, he said, âhey there, champ. I hear you wanna be a soccer player like your cousin here. Yup. Cole is our best player. I think with some practice and patience, you might get to be as good as him someday.â He turned to Cole, âCole, tell him what the most important part of being on the varsity team is.â Cole answered back, âyouâve gotta be a team player.â âThatâs right,â Mr. Ericson said, âyou absolutely have to be a team player.â
Without missing a beat, Mr. Ericson told Cole to demonstrate the kind of work it takes to be on his team. Cole dropped down and started doing pushups. Mr. Ericson was watching Cole, then he turned to me and said, âdonât this stand there, you too.â I was very skinny at the time, and small for my age, but I was eager to please Cole, or at least to not embarrass him since Mr. Ericson seemed to take an interest in me. I struggled to do a few pushups. Mr. Ericson watched me with a bemused look on his face. He ordered Cole and me to get up, âCole, take off your shirt, show this boy what his bodyâs gonna need to look like if heâs going to make my team.â Cole immediately ripped off his shirt. He hadnât even broken a sweat, but his chest was heaving just a bitâmaybe it was anticipation for what he knew was comingâand I ate Cole up with my eyes. Ever since that one night a few months ago, I was dying to get another good look at this athletic teen god. Mr. Erikson told me to take off my shirt, âletâs compare.â I sheepishly took off my shirt and stood next to Cole. My scrawny, pale body contrasted with Coleâs smoothly toned chest and well-defined arms. There were fine tufts of hair under his arms. Cole wasnât buff, he was just tonedâbut I could make out that there were muscles under his lightly-tanned skin. I was all skin and bones. Mr. Ericson touched Coleâs biceps, then he touched mine; he touched both of Coleâs shoulders, then he touched mine. He ran a single finger down Coleâs chest all the way down to just below his belly button, just above the top of Coleâs shorts. He did the same to me.
âI like what I see, youâve got potential,â Mr. Ericson said. âCole wasnât born with those arms and that chest, or those abs. He worked for it. I think you can get what heâs got, if you put in the effort. Isnât that right, Cole?â And Cole responded with a snappy âyes, coach.â
âCole, show him what else youâve gotâsoccerâs a legs game, you know. Drop âem, son.â I was shocked and amazed and frozen with fear and anticipation: did Mr. Ericson just tell Cole to take off his shorts? A lump gathered in my throat and I started to feel my skinny dick begin to twitch again (it was always twitching, getting hard, then soft again, constantlyâit was a full-time job keeping track of the hard-ons that came and went and came again all-day long, and the nearly-constant masturbating, 3, 4, 5 times a day or more, at school, at home, in the bathroom at restaurants, behind the bushes at the park, in the back of my momâs vanâŚitâs exhausting being my age!). Cole dropped his shorts, and his underwear, too. Cole was standing there, completely naked, in all his teenage glory. Mr. Ericson started his inspection. He turned Cole to his side and inspected his glutes, his thighs, squeezing the muscles. He rubbed his hands down Coleâs legs all the way to his ankles. He looked at me, âokay, now; you too, son.â I was so nervous, so worried that he and Cole would not just see my scrawny body, but also my fully-hard little pink prick and laugh at me. âDonât be shy, son, weâre all on the same team here.â
I pulled down my shorts and underwear and stood there. My skinny pink dick was sticking straight out. Mr. Ericson smiled. He inspected me like he did Cole. He squeezed my thighs, he rubbed my butt and the back of my thighs, and ran his hands down my calves to my ankles. He then smacked me right on the ass. âNice, son, not too bad.â Then looking at my raging boner, he said âCole, it looks like your little cousin is a bit excited. Might need to take care of that.â Was I really hearing what I thought I was hearing? By now I was able to steal a glance at Cole. He was rock hard, the head of his dickâso much bigger than mineâwas gigantic, seemed harder than steel, and was throbbing. Mr. Ericson got down on his knees, Cole to his left, and me to his right. He handled Coleâs man-like balls, like he was weighing them, rolling them around in his palm. Cole had light-brown hairs at the base of his dick, and dark-blond hairs on his ball sack, and a sparse line of hair that ran from the space above his dick to just below his bellybutton. I had very few hairs down there at all, just a few blond ones at the base of my dick and maybe a couple on my balls. Mr. Ericson started to inspect my balls with his other hand, like he was comparing them to Coleâs. âNice, just perfect; youâre developing nicely, son.â He then took Coleâs dick in his left hand. He firmly grabbed the shaft at the base and held it firmly, then stroked it gently all the way to the tip. He slowly swirled one finger over the pee-hole at the tip of Coleâs dick, where some clear liquid began to drip out. Mr. Ericson then put his right hand around my skinny dick around the base of the shaft, and gently stroked it. There wasnât any liquid coming out the end of mine. Mr. Ericson nodded approvingly as he gently stroked both of our cocks at the same time.
After a while, Mr. Ericson got up, and started unzipping his pants. His huge dick flopped outâit was way bigger than even Coleâs. It was rock-hard and throbbing. It must have been at least nine inches long, and the head of it was shiny and purplish and seemed nearly the size of my entire dick. Cole got down on his knees and started licking Mr. Ericsonâs dick. He then started to put as much of it in his mouth as he could fit. He then started moving his head back and forth, moving his mouth along the shaft of Mr. Ericsonâs massive man cock. Cole handled Mr. Ericsonâs balls as he blew him, and wrapped his arms around Mr. Ericsonâs waste and held on to his clenched ass cheeks. Mr. Ericson leaned his head back and gave out a long sigh. Cole continued like that for a few minutes, and without being prompted, I got down on the floor and started doing the same to Cole. I remember what Cole had shown me that one night (and now I knew where he had learned it from!) and started licking Coleâs dick before I inserted as much of it as I could into my mouth. I sucked on it, just a bitânot too muchâand moved my mouth up and down along his shaft. Cole was blowing Mr. Ericson as I was blowing Cole. It was pure heaven. I had never, ever been as turned on or excited as I was right then. Mr. Ericson looked down and seemed to approve of the initiative I was showing. To reward me, he started playing with my dick as Cole continued to suck his.
I was so close to climaxingâsince that night with Cole, I had started to notice that what I thought was the little bit of pee that came out when I climaxed was really not pee at all, but a small amount of a thick white fluid. Cum. I had since become obsessed with cum and had looked it up on the internet as much as I could. I loved the taste of it. I mean, I remember loving the taste of Coleâs cum in my mouth, and I loved to eat my own cumâplus, it was an easy way to clean up from all that masturbating I was constantly doing. Anyway, I was so close to cumming, but I didnât want this to end. Just as I thought I wasnât going to be able to last one second more, Mr. Ericson stopped fondling me. He pushed Cole away from his dick, and he told me to get on all fours. I wasnât sure what he was going to do, but I did as he said. I could hear Mr. Ericson beating his cock, and could hear him moaning and breathing louder and louder. I looked up and could see our reflection in a mirror on the opposite wall. Mr. Ericson was kneeling on one knee, furiously jerking off, pointing the tip of his massive dick right above my tiny puckered asshole. I could sometimes feel him brush up against it. I could see Cole standing next to Mr. Ericson, stroking his teen cock, watching his coach beat his dick. Just then, I felt a white-hot flash as Mr. Ericson bust his nuts right against my little hole. I could feel the hot jizz splash against my butthole, then run along the crack of my ass. I could then feel it drip against the back of my balls. Mr. Ericson let out a loud grunt as he kept stroking his dick, the cum still splashing against my hole. He was panting. I was so turned on. He was completely bent over me now, I could feel his chest graze the upper part of my back and shoulders. I could feel his breath on my neck as he panted and exhaled loudly as he finished cumming. I felt him slap his still-hard dick against my little hole, and I loved the sound it made as it smacked my tender flesh and splattered his cooling jizz that he had sprayed all over my ass. Mr. Ericson got up, still panting, still stroking his cock, and Cole took his place. Seconds later, I felt Coleâs hot load being sprayed all over my ass, his white-hot cum mixing with Mr. Ericsonâs cooling jizz. Cole let out a heaving sigh and a final moan, âfuuuuck,â he said as the last spurts of cum sprayed my ass. I could feel the two guysâ cum mixing and dripping down my crack and down my taint and balls. I was so horned up. I was still on my hands and knees, so I hadnât been touching my little pink prick. But it still felt like it was going to explode.
âNice job, champ,â Mr. Ericson said, âmight as well finish you off.â With that, I rolled onto my back and Mr. Ericson started licking the cum off my balls, and licked along the bottom of my shaft. He put my whole dick in his mouth and with a few nods of his head, I was writhing with ecstasy. Cole, meanwhile, was stroking his dick with one hand, with the other, he rubbed my chest. He would squeeze out little dribbles of cum out of the end of his dick onto a finger, and he would feed it to me. An atomic flash of full-body ecstasy took over every inch of my body. I think I went blind for a second. Mr. Ericson tightened his lips around the base of my shaft and sucked, he let me pump what seemed like gallons of my boy-cum into his throat. I let out a whimper and both of my legs began to shake as I collapsed onto the floor, spread-eagle on my back. Never before had I ever felt an orgasm that powerfulâthe feeling of two guysâ jizz cooling and hardening on my ass and balls, my rapid breathing, the sight of Cole and Mr. Ericson stroking their softening dicks while my blood seemed to boil with pleasure as I pumped a couple of dayâs-worth of boy jizz into my older cousinâs soccer coachâs throat. Mr. Ericson pulled his puckered lips along the shaft of my dick and sucked the headâit was way too sensitive, it almost hurt, it did hurtâand I squirmed. He swallowed my load, and grinned at me as he licked his lips.
âNice work, son,â Mr. Ericson said to me, smiling. He looked over at Cole, ânext time, son, weâll have to show your little cousin here what you and I have been working on. Do you think heâll like that?â I wasnât entirely sure what they were talking about, but something gave me the feeling that I really was going to love it, whatever it was. âOh, look at him, heâs totally game,â Cole said, laughing slightly. âBut weâll have to break him in slowly. I donât think heâll be able take all of you,â my cousin said. âThatâs why youâll do the breaking in. Iâll just watch you teach him, exactly like I taught youâŚat least at first,â said Mr. Ericson, flashing a grin at Cole and winking when he said, âat least at first.â Mr. Ericson got up and threw me a towel, âshow yourselves out, boys, I gotta get cleaned up before the wife gets home. See you next week Cole. Be sure to update me on your progress with our new recruit.â
With that, Mr. Ericson disappeared up the stairs. Cole and I fished drying off and walked back to his place, where I tried to get through dinner without staring longingly at my cousin, anticipating what he had in store for me next time. And of course, I had to sneak into Coleâs bathroom between dinner and dessert to jerk off.
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My Brother Fondled Me In My Sleep (True Story #3)
Disclaimer: this is a 100% true story of consensual sex acts between my older brother and i. If you do not like/support consensual incest than this story is not for you to read.
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This occurred pretty recently, sometime between summer of last year.
I have a problem of not being able to jerk off comfortably knowing people in my house are awake and possibly interrupt my âme time,â so i typically jerk off once everyone is asleep after midnight in our living room, guest room, outside by my pool, shit even sometimes in the kitchen if Iâm doing some work at the table and randomly get hard. All these rooms have no doors to enter in as well, but knowing everyone was asleep meant i could freely walk around my house completely nude without no remorse. And if someone were to wake up i would be able to hear them and uh cover my tracks so to speak to prevent being caught. I canât do it in my room because I share it with a straight roommate, which resulted in finding my other options later on.
Now that I mention the kitchen table Iâll go off on a slight tangent and say that it was common for me to do my homework at the kitchen table and being a typical teenage student, homework meant a lot of stress build up, which can be seen by my swollen balls filled with cum. Sometimes late at night when the head of my penis was more focused than my actual head i found myself with one hand holding my pencil, the other in my pants. Occasionally i would just take my pants off completely for easy access to stroke my cock under the table while simultaneously writing. Multitasking at its finest. Since i sat in the corner of the kitchen anyone who walked in wouldnât be able to tell that the bottom half of me was sweating in my seat from how hot and heavy things were getting. In fact this happened a couple times that i would either have my head phones in or was just too focused on my cock that i wouldnât hear my father or roommate enter the kitchen to get some water, they were completely oblivious at the fact that my pants were in the chair next to me and my underwear laid over my backpack on the table lol. Those were some close calls but no one is able to catch me masturbating successfully other than my older brother.
Going back to the main story now haha as i got older the more comfortable I was at showing off my body. I was in sports, i was (still am) nice and tan, tall but toned, so I have to admit I enjoyed being naked, especially if other people saw me. As i got older, the less often my brother and i would fool around. It was only when HE wanted it, which was close to never unfortunately. So i took it upon myself last year that whenever I would jerk off, I wouldnât shy away and hide it whenever my older brother walked in on me. I figured if he saw me the way I was, I could possibly turn him on and maybe heâd want to fool around. My brother also worked a late night shift so he never got home until 1 am anyways, the time I usually am on the living room couch, in my element.
I donât know if itâs just me but masturbsting, especially after a long day or late at night makes me sleepy as fuck. There will be times i come home after school, and when i start to jerk off, i accidentally doze off and wake up 5 minutes later with my cock still in my hand lol. Well this essentially happened to me this one night. I was edging since 11pm, it was a school night (i has summer school) and i didnât sleep much the night before. Sometime between 12 am and 1 am i fell asleep while edging, fully nude on the living room couch. I mustâve been in a deep sleep because I was so comfortable I thought I was already in bed.
However, at around 2 I remember slowly coming out of consciousness. This first began because there was a light flashing in my eyes. Since i thought i was in bed, I didnât open my eyes, I assumed my roommate was just looking for something with his phone flashlight. Then, the more I concentrated on the light behind my eyelids, I began to wake up more. Thatâs when I felt something touching my balls gently. I immediately realized I wasnât in bed, I was still on the couch. I didnât want to blow my cover because i knew instantly that whoever was touching my balls, was my older brother. If he knew I was awake, heâd be scared off and retreat back to his room and I couldnât let that happen. Incase me stirring from waking up made him suspicious, I took that time to excuse it by me changing positions in my sleep. I rotated onto my back, and began to breathe heavily in a purr sound, trying to make it sound like I was in a deep sleep. The moment I started to move his hand moved back quickly as he was startled. The light went away from my eyes and went off for a second. There was a pause of silence. He was trying to make sure that i was not awake⌠little did he know I was.
The light returned, I could now tell that he was using his phone flashlight pointing at my face to see if I would squint, because that would be a dead give away that I was awake. The light then faded a bit as he shined the light down my body. I made sure when i rolled over to flex a bit so he can notice my abs. A then felt a light tap on my balls, which caused me to jump a little because I wasnât expecting such a thing. It was another test of his to make sure I was truly asleep. My heart was racing, i could feel myself blushing but I simply had to restrain myself from making any more reactions except for a fake light snore. Tap, tap, tap. Each time, my brother smacked my balls a little harder trying to see if Iâll flinch. With each slap, it was so quiet in the house I thought someone would hear it. Then i heard my brothers breathing: tense, quiet and in awe. I could hear him swallow. The sight of my cock made his mouth water, I know him way too well by now to know this. Tap, tap, tap. He slapped my balls three more times to be safe. Since it was summer and very warm at night where I live, my balls were hanging particularly low and loose that specific night. Since the skin is so thin and my balls were so exposed that as his slaps got harder, it was almost impossible for me to not whimper in pain. However, i bit my tongue and stayed silent.
He place his hand flat on my stomach, i could tell he was nervous because they slightly tremebeled and I could feel the sweat at his finger tips. His hands slid down to the base of my cock, feeling my pubic hair. I then realized this was the first time heâs seen my penis not erect. The first 20 or so times we fooled around he always asked me why it was always hard around him, so seeing me flaccid was a marvelous sight to see. As I realized it, it didnât take long for the blood to rush to my penis, hardening over his palm. He was studying my body, the lack of touching allowed me to guess that he was admiring watching the natural state of a boy responding to his surroundings, even in his sleep. When I was fully erect, he took his hand off my stomach. I listened carefully, and in the stillness of the air I heard him lift up his shirt, tucking his fingers into the waist band of his pajama bottoms and tugging on them. It was so quiet, I even heard them fall around his ankles.
I then heard the shuffling of skin against skin as he looked at my body he begun to masturbate over me. Behind my eyelids, the light from his phone flickered as the shadow from his masturbating interfered. I was able to tell how fast he was stroking his cock, and seeing it slow down when he got a little too excited. Then he stopped, wrapped his fingers around the head of my penis, and began to slowly stroke my cock. I could feel his eyes looking at me, making sure I was still asleep. Minutes went by as he alternated masturbating me, then going back to himself, then back to me.
I thought how it was kinda fucked up to think my brother was getting off to my nude âsleepingâ body, but i had a feeling he knew what I was up to. However after months of not fooling around I was glad to know he still lusted after me. Behind my eyelids I saw the light fall down towards my cock again. I knew this was my opportunity to get a glimpse at what I caused. I cracked one eye open. It was hard to see with the light directly on me, but lifting up the bottom of his t shirt was his erect penis. It was only 4 feet away from my face, and I briefly fantasized what it would be like to lean forward and take it all in my mouth. His balls were tight unlike mine, but they were plumped up like a ripe peach. He never once shaved his pubes in his life, I briefly saw his prominent bush. He just came home from work too, i knew that if i planted my face in the jungle that was his pubic hair he would smell nice and ripe. Iâm typically not into body odor of any kind, but the idea of my brothers sweaty cock made me want it even more.
I closed my eyes once more as the light went back onto my face. I donât know how long he was fondling me for, but i could care less. He was enjoying himself and so was I. I listened attentively as he vigorously touched himself over me, his breathing picked up rapidly and heavier. I then heard a gasp that sounded half of remorse and half pleasure. A faint moan and then the light was taken off my face suddenly followed by shuffling of clothes. i cracked one eye open again to see my brother pulling up his pants in a panic. His cock flipped up, i heard it slap his stomach before he gripped his balls in a mighty force bending forward. He looked like he was just kicked in the balls, using both of his hands to cover himself the way you would to dull the pain. But he wasnât in pain at all. In fact, it was nothing but pleasure. He stood there, his body convulsed slightly and he whimpered like a sad puppy. Thatâs when I realized he jizzed himself. I could tell he felt embarrassed, spunking himself because he was fondling his little brother who was âsleeping.â Yet, I wish i couldâve told him there was nothing to be embarrassed about. When you gotta bust a nut, you gotta bust a nut. He stood there whimpering for 10 seconds as his orgasm passed. Then, still grabbing his crotch he slowly shuffled his way into his room to clean up the mess. The moment the door closed I âwoke upâ from my pretend slumber and masturbated to the thought of sucking his cock. It only took about 20 seconds before the load i spent an hour and a half edging previously were completely drained from my nut sack and on to my chest. I laid there covered in my own cum, wishing it was his instead of mine. Then I realized I had school in the morning, so I got up, cleaned myself off then went to bed.
Since then whenever I didnât know what time he was getting home I would purposely lay on my couch naked, hoping he would take the bait. I got him to do the same thing only a couple more times, and there was one specific time I remember as much as this moment. However, that is a different story for a different day. Itâll be my next story after this because this event happened two months after the one I just told. Again, this story is fully true believe it or not. If you choose to not believe me thatâs your fault because it was truly an amazing experience lmao. If you want more Iâll post another story after this gets 100 notes, i have so many stories with my brother
Caught in the Hot Tub (True Story #6)
Disclaimer: this is a 100% true story of consensual sex acts between my older brother and I. If you donât like/support consensual incestuous acts, this isnât for you to read.
P.S. if you have a hot tub or jacuzzi, this tip is for you
A few years back our family added a hot tub next to our pool, but it wasnât until recently i discovered this secret trick. One time i was sitting along the steps of the hot tub feeling the jet against my legs. However, the jets are a few inches above the step so I had to pick my legs up in order to have them hit my leg. Occasionally thatâll get tiring so Iâd relax my legs as the jets barely graze the top of my thighs. Sometimes I had the pool to myself because my parents were either working inside or making dinner so it was just me myself and the sunset. I think my swim suit was bunched up around my crotch, making my bulge more apparent (ever notice when guys get out of the water how their suits are vacuumed sealed, showing their dick prints? yeah that was basically me). I slipped my head until the water was up to my nose making my whole body move downward until my bulge made direct contact with a powerful warm jet, so much so even in my skin tight swim suit i felt the shaft of my dick move to the other side of me! At first i was alarmed about the strength, the force hit my balls to the point of a dull pain was felt. But then I paused for a second before i turned my hips towards the jet, focusing more on the shaft. The jet had a very powerful vibration to it, and the bubbles just added extra sensation. I eventually found my cock stiffening the more i concentrated on it. Being circumcised, the strong vibrations radiated around my cock head, the skin on my glands pulled tight from how hard I was. Immediately i was turned on by this feeling because of how indescribably powerful this sensation was around my dick, i felt my hands gripping the sides of the hot tub trying to prevent myself from being pushed away from the force of the jets as my eyes rolled back in pleasure. I swear if you are a cut man who hasnât tried this method of masturbation, youâre missing out. It felt so good I caught myself starting to moan. âOh shitâ i said to myself and forced my body away from the jet: I almost came. I looked down at the water amazed at my new discovery. The hot tub was located near our back door window so i sat up and took a look inside to see if anyone was around. When the coast was clear, I untied my bathing suit, opened the fly and pulled out my erection. I kept my suit on around my knees Incase I noticed anyone coming towards me, however that failed miserably.
With my left hand I grabbed my cock at the base to push my balls back so they wouldnât be hit head on. I waited for a minute or so to calm myself down, even in the crazy movement of the water i could still feel my cock pulsate in my grasp. I felt like I was ready to burst already. I relaxed my body and positioned myself against the jet. My ass clenched tightly the moment I felt the worlds best vibrator on my glands: it felt way too good to be true. Gasping for air i pulled away again. I was so focused on my cock, i forgot to breathe. The world around me didnât exist anymore i reached a new kind of pleasure.
I then started counting how fast it took me to get close to cumming before I backed away. âOneâŚ. two⌠threeâŚ. six???â Time didnât even seem to exist from the complete ecstasy I was in. At times I couldnât last more than 10 seconds before pulling away, tugging on my balls extra hard to make sure I didnât bust a nut. It was complete torture to my dick: it desperately wanted to unload. I probably edged like this for about 30 minutes.
During one of my breaks i lifted my whole body to the surface, letting my erection get some air. I stared at it for a bit as it bobbled around with every beat my heart took. It was swelled to its full potential: Iâve never been more rock hard in my life. I saw some precum collect at the top and drop down the side of my head. As I continued to admire my own cock, something caught the corner of my eye. I turned my head toward the back window and the swift movement of a person hiding out of the windows view. Embarrassed I immediately sat back in the water. I put my arms out and around the hot tub to make myself look less likely that I was touching myself. My swim suit was still around my knees but from all the bubbles, you couldnât see what was under the water. The back door opened, and my brother poked his head out. I felt a little relieved because at least no one else saw what I was doing. âGet out,â he said. âWhy?â But he didnât respond, he just repeated his command. He interrupted me so I said I wasnât going to get out. He then opened the door fully and walked out wearing his swim suit. This surprised me because he never used our pool much. âItâs my turn,â he said. I stayed put. Also, if i were to get out, Iâd have to pull up my pants, making it obvious I was horny. He then stepped forward, dipping his feet into the water. âLeave now.â
I could tell I was blushing, but I couldnât move. Usually Iâd want this to happen but it was such a new experience for me I wasnât expecting it. He caught me when i was so vulnerable and unprepared i had the same guilt you have the moment after you cum. My brother was now fully in the water now, sitting right below my feet. We stared at each other in complete silence, waiting for whoâs going to make a move. The bubbles restricted me from seeing under the water, so i donât know where my brothers hands were. His shoulders then faced me and i felt his fingers brush up against my bare thigh, a couple inches below my balls. He was definitely trying to figure out if I was still hard, moving his hands in the water above my body untilâŚ
His thumb brushed by the side of my dick. His eyes lit up a bit, i could tell that he knew I was rock solid. âOh⌠whatâs this?â I stayed silent as I looked at his shoulders extend toward me and then I felt his hand wrap around the base of my dick. We stared into each otherâs eyes as he asserted his dominance. He gripped my cock tighter and I knew I was his for the time being. He had the power and I couldnât do anything about it. I felt him put pressure around my cock in an attempt to push my body down. i obeyed him as he guided my cock to a jet and held it there. The pleasure immediately turned me on again: i was already close. The fact that my brother was the one holding my cock for me made me even more turned on. If he didnât stop soon I would surely cum. I tried holding it as best I could⌠20 seconds⌠30 secondsâŚ
âStopâ i begged. âPlease stop.â I clenched my jaw and bit my inner cheek. Iâm gonna fucking cum. It was intensifying every second, it was impossible not to. HolyâŚ. fuck⌠shit⌠here it comes-
â[Name redacted] stop it.â My fathers voice said from the back door. My eyes widened and my heart stopped as I looked up to see my dad poking his head out the back door. My brother turned to look at him, but he was more calm than me. His right hand continued to grasp my cock against the hot tub jet. The initial feeling of panic made me numb to my impending orgasm. âYouâre bothering your brother,â my dad said.
âItâs okay,â i said. Instantly, i calmed down because he didnât notice anything going on under the water, my mind switched back into pleasure faster than light. My brother didnât even flinch once, but my balls couldnât take this torture of pleasure much further. âIâm getting out anywaysâ I managed to grit through my teeth. It took every ounce of energy in my body to hold back my orgasm. âDo you have a towel out here?â My dad asked.
ââŚyesâ I said balling my fingers into fists. I could explode any second now, my orgasm started to begin like a slow crescendo in a song. âAlright then,â my dad said. As the door closed, I rolled away from the jet, I absolutely couldnât take the tease anymore. I bit my arm, my brothers firm grasp around my membeber as I convulsed in a full body orgasm. i felt a sting in my arm from biting it so hard, but the tip of my cock radiated so much pleasure I was numb. With every moan my body pumped another stream of jizz into the water. My eyes were closed, but I could tell my brother was turned on. However, he wasnât exactly turned on by my cock, he was turned on by the power he had pleasuring me til my breaking point. I was still jizzing when he let go of my cock and I still bit my arm as my now hands free orgasm began to calm down. I then felt embarrassed and shy again. I quickly pulled up my shorts and got out of the pool, I felt drying cum all over my body and legs because it was all mixed with the water, which mafe me believe i must have cum more than usual. Without looking at my brother i went back into the house, my cock still hard and throbbing.

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Camping w/ My Brother (True Story #8)
Disclaimer: this is a 100% true story of consensual sex acts between my older brother and I. If you donât like/support consensual incestuous acts, this isnât for you to read.
I chose to write this story because it is very similar to my previous story (#7, showers with my brother) so if youâd like to read that one first it might help you get the context a bit better. As I said before most of the times my brother and i got to fool around was either me or him sneaking into the bathroom knowing the rest of the family wonât check in because theyâre assuming someone is using the restroom and give them privacy.
This story took place when I was about 13-14 (my brother 16-17) during a camping trip with my family. By this time my body was in the beginning of developing so i started noticing hair growth in my armpits and groin region. In the times my older brother and I saw each other nude, he always commented on my public hair growth. âWhy is it growing more down there?â Heâd ask me.
âSo it can get bigger and hairer just like yours,â i typically responded with.
âWhat did you say mine was?â He inquired.
âBig.â
âWhatâs big?â
âYour penis is big,â Iâd always say. He liked it whenever I said that. Especially if I was in the middle of holding his cock i felt it flex and get harder whenever I said those words. He liked knowing his cock was bigger than me up until i turned 17 and my cock was longer when he was at 20 (heâs still a bit thicker).
Before we left on the trip I recently learned about manscaping, so after a little research online i took my fathers razor to the shower and started to shave my pubes. I went too far down than I intended, there was a bald spot making it obvious that I tried to shave down there. So i thought to myself then just decided to shave the rest of the hair off to make it even. We arrived in the evening and were too tired to shower so we went to bed. The following day we spent the day down at a river floating down the stream in inner tubes then walking back up again. We went back to the campsite before sundown. The showers at the campsite were about a quarter Ike away from our campsite through brush and other sights, most of which werenât occupied at the time. The showers also only worked if you put in quarters to give you about a minute of showering.
Since we have a decent sized family showering it would take a long while because one person had to walk a quarter mile and wait until the next person came back to the sight. It just so happened that i was the last person to go take a shower and the person before me was my older brother. â[Name redacted] left his towel here, go take your shower now so you can give him his towel,â my dad said to me. I made my way through the empty campsites to the shower house, there was no signs of anyone around. I approached the shower house and knocked on the door, on the other side I could hear the pipes struggling to push water through. âWho is it?â He asked as if it was anyone else in my family.
âItâs me,â i said. The moment he heard my voice, his tone changed. âWait a minuteâ he commanded. I stood there listening to the rushing water and looking around to see if anyone was near, paranoid about being alone. The pipes groaned to a stop, his time was up. âI have your towel,â I said. I heard some shuffling steps then a pause before the door lock rattled. My brother opened the door just enough to poke his head out. His arm extended outward, grabbing both his and my towel and shutting the door behind him. Another pause then it opened again. âI still have soap everywhere and thereâs only 3 quarters left. Get ready to get in now.â
âRight out here? Why canât you let me in?â
âThereâs not much room inside,â he lied, âyou can barely change into your clothes,â i heard a light thumping sound against the door. It was obvious he was tugging at his dick. âHurry up the water is going to get cold againâ he said. I reluctantly took off my shirt and handed it to him to hang up inside. I looked around again to see if anyone was nearby: nothing but trees and bushes. I took off my swim suit then using it to try and cover up embarrassed i was standing outside. âGive it,â my brother said. I slowly took away my hand from my waist and gave him my swim suit, fully nude in the open. âIâm going to start running the water, get in quickly when you hear the water so no one thinks two people are here,â my brother said behind the crack of the door. More footsteps then silence before hearing the quarters clank into the machine. I spent about 45 seconds standing outside in the middle of the campsite, completely nude and exposed. I thought it was more obvious two people were in here now if someone were to see me outside the shower like that, so i quickly slipped inside. Inside the shower house was dark grey slabs of concrete for walls and only natural light from the vents in the ceiling, making it much darker inside. In front of me, a lip of wall from where the shower actually was concealed my brother behind it. As i took a step closer I saw nothing but the tip of his erection, swollen and bright pink. The more i stepped forward i saw him, head back rinsing the soap through his hair, the circling motion of his arms made his hard cock bounce up and down. My brother certainly didnât manscape the way I did. It looks like how itâs always been, untouched and always growing, a big bushThe water bouncing off his skin misted me and it was cold, giving me goosebumps as i marveled at my brothers naked body. He opened his eyes and looked at mine. âWhat happened to your hair,â he said. I looked down at my own penis that consciously has stiffened upon seeing him. âI just decided to cut it all off,â i responded
âI thought you wanted to be hairier,â he said.
âBut Iâll never be as hairy as you,â i said
âWhy?â
âBecause im not as big as you,â was my response.
âWhatâs big of mine?â He asked
âYour penis,â i said. He smirked and took a step toward me. âCome closer,â he motioned to me. I stepped into the streams of the shower, i flinched because the water was not warm as expected. My brother then put his arms around me until his hands ran down the sides of my ass. He cupped my ass and pulled me until our chests touched and each otherâs cocks pressed up against our stomachs. I stood on my tip toes as he used his strength to some what lift me until i was at his waists height. Both his middle fingers began touching my hole so slightly that i could barely notice. âFeeling warmer?â He asked. He began thrusting slowly as he continued to hold me. His cock kept rubbing up my smooth skin while mine was rubbing through his thick pubes. We stood there for a minute looking down at our cocks and continued thrusting onto each other, the soap from his body was just enough lube to make it feel good. He pulled away and we began our mutual masturbation as we typically did whenever we showered together. âDo you like it?â He asked me.
âYes,â was all i could respond with. He gave me a smirk, i knew something was up besides his penis. âIf you like it so much why donât you marry it.â
I then made a small ring with my index finger and thumb then used my other hand to hold his balls and penis until i slid the metaphorical ring around the head of his cock. He then began thrusting, his penis moved back and forth as if my fingers was a fleshlight. I wondered if it actually felt good since i never tried that myself, or if he was just joking around since he brought up something as childish as saying âif you like it so much why donât you marry it.â
My brother stopped thrusting then looked at me. âYou forgot to propose to it if you want to marry it,â he said to me in a whisper Incase anyone could hear us talk normally. âHow?â I asked.
âYou get on your knees and put the ring on it,â he explained. I crouched down to the floor until my eyes met with his cock. Iâve never seen it so up close before until now. I could actually see it pulsing every time his heart beat. I made the ring again with my finger and slid it over the head, using my left hand to hold his balls and to make it stop moving so much. I looked up at his eyes, he looked back with such authority. He then pushed his hips toward until his cock touched my forehead. The water cascaded off his dick and onto my face, making it now harder to keep my eyes open. He kept moving forward until my nose was pressed up against his balls, i felt the warmth of his penis against the side of my cheek and his pubic hairs tickled me. âMake a ring with your mouthâ he said pulling his hips away from my face. I looked up again and paused before i made a small O with my mouth. With one hand i guided his penis until the tip touched my lips. âKiss it.â I began to kiss the head of his penis gently, this whole experience was new to me, i had no idea you could put a penis near your mouth. He then pushed forward more. The ring my lips made were too small, i had to open my mouth a bit as he forced the head of his penis into my mouth. I backed off for a second then looked at him again. His face had the expression of that he didnât know of this feeling as well and that we were both trying something for the first time. I opened my mouth wider and put my mouth around his cock allowing it to go until half of it was inside of me. The water from the shower made it impossible to see so i closed my eyes and began moving my head back and forth. My hands were flat against his pelvis, my fingers trailing through his pubic hair as my thumbs steadied his penis. The more time went by the deeper he went in my throat, it got to the point where my nose was placed deeply into his pubic hair and i held it there.
My brother grabbed a fistful of my hair until i felt pain and pulled me away from his cock. His eyes were closed and he gasped for air. I watched as his cock twitched and bounced, and i saw a bit of precum beginning to come out. He moaned and his toes curled up. He put every muscle into his body to prevent himself from unloading his seed into my mouth, he mustâve began to start climaxing. âTurn around,â he commanded me through gritted teeth. I stood up and turned until my back faced him. The pipes of the showered were gurgling, time was almost out for the both of us. I then felt what i assumed was the water pressure getting more intense as i began to feel some warm droplets of water hitting my lower back and sliding down the crack of my ass.
My brother pushed me away and went around the lip of the shower. I peered around the corner to see him drying off his face. Looking down at his penis which was beginning to go limp, i saw and big thick white drop of cum drip off his cock and onto the floor. I realized that what i mustâve felt on my back and ass was his cum. He told me to stay behind in the shower and finish up because it was rude to watch someone changing.
When my brother put on his clothes and left i was still hard. I turned to face the water, closed my eyes and began to jerk off, thinking about the events that just transpired. I groaned as the shower pipes groaned as well, the sound both echoing throughout the shower house. As i climaxed, the water shut off. I came on the shower wall, even hitting the hot and cold shower knobs. I kept my moaning quiet aside from the fapping of jerking my cock. When i finished, all i heard was the birds chirping outside. I dried off and put my clothes on. As I exited the showerhouse I saw the park ranger sitting in his truck. I was so lost in thought i didnât hear the truck approaching. He got out and went around the rear picking up some cleaning supplies. I greeted him and walked away before he could say anything else. Has he been here this whole time? Did he see my brother leave beforehand? Could he have heard me masturbating from outside?
I looked back behind me when i was a few campsites away. The ranger grabbed a towel, some cleaning solution a mop and went into the shower I was previously in. I wish i was close enough to hear if he had any reaction but i guess Iâll never know. I was embarrassed because it was obvious i left him a big mess to clean up, but i couldnât help it; i had to. There was no water left to wash away any evidence.
That was the first time i ever sucked off my brother. I never got a chance to do it again unfortunately. I only have this one memory of what it was like to have him inside me. There was times where I got close, but he never allowed me to go further. I realized later that it was also his first time experiencing oral sex that he probably learned watching tv. Today, Iâm waiting anxiously for the day where i can suck him off again, this time i know exactly whatâll make him feel good and i wonât stop until heâs left a load inside me. So far Iâve had no luck, but Iâm determined to do it soon.
That is cute I wanted to cry