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“No charge,” I assured him, reaching for that big dick. “Only thing I want when you leave is your cum in my belly.”

The universe smiled at me when, a week after my boyfriend dumped me and kicked me out of his apartment, my distant Uncle Leroy died unexpectedly. Leroy left me his 1970s, wood-paneled, double-wide trailer on a little plot of land in a town about 60-miles outside of Macon. 

It was hard to call it a town, more of a blip on the map. One street light presided over a highway junction with a looming Baptist church on one corner. A gas station, a feed store, and a Piggly Wiggly rounded out the intersection, with a train track cutting right down the middle. Other than a handful of side streets with a few small businesses and tiny homes with deep porches, farmland extended out from the center of town for as far as the eye could see. 

I was happy in that small town, except for one small problem—I was horny as fuck. There were no bars in town, no place to pick up guys. And every time I attempted Grindr, the nearest guy was an hour’s drive away. I was getting desperate, so I took matters into my own hands. 

Creeping into the men’s room of the corner gas station, armed with a black Sharpie, I scrawled the following on the wall above the urinal:

Need a BJ? Text 555-7491

And then I went home to wait—and wait—and wait. After almost a week of zero response, I was about to go back to make sure someone hadn’t scrubbed my number off the wall. But while watching The Price is Right one morning, a text finally arrived. It was a picture of a big cock—thick, veiny, with a fat head.

“You want this big one?” the guy texted along with the dick pic. 

“Fuck YES!” I replied by text. “I’m in the yellow double wide at the end of Pecan Street.”

“You a dude?” 

“Yes. That OK?” I texted back. 

“It’s cool. Be there in 10.”

The next 10 minutes passed slower than molasses until I saw his black F-150 pull up in front of my trailer. I watched from the window as he walked up to my door, a big country buck approaching. 

He was easily 6’5” tall, muscular with tattoos on both arms—a typical farm-raised man. A well-trimmed mustache crowned his full lips, with wide-set eyes peeking out beneath the brim of his cap. And his denim overalls did nothing to conceal his promising bulge. 

“Come on in,” I greeted, welcoming him inside and gesturing to a green velvet chair that I had designated for the event. 

“We gotta make this quick,” he warned. “I gotta pick up my pa at the feed store in like twenty minutes.”

“No worries,” I assured him as I closed the front door behind us, bummed that the blow job would have to be a quick dine and dash. 

“This used to be Leroy Brewster’s place,” he remarked, taking the chair. “That fucker was batshit crazy.”

“Haha,” I chuckled. “He was my uncle.”

“Oh, shit. I’m sorry,” he apologized. “I had no idea Leroy was your kin. You know, you kinda look like him—especially around your eyes and mouth. He was much too young to die, still in his prime. That dang train came outta nowhere. My respects to your family.”

“Thanks,” I shrugged. “But you’re right about Leroy—he was batshit crazy. I honestly didn’t know him all that well, but he left me this trailer.”

“I—uh—I like what you’ve done with the place,” he remarked, looking around the room.

“I haven’t done a thing,” I replied flatly. “This is the way I found it.”

“I know,” he laughed. “I’m just fuckin’ with you. So are you gonna suck my dick or are we gonna talk about your dead uncle all day?”

“Let's get that cock sucked,” I offered eagerly, not wishing to discuss my uncle anymore. But as the country buck started to pull out his big one, he made me assure him there would be no charge for my services, which I agreed. I may be a slut, but I’m not a whore. 

“FUCK,” I gasped when the enormity of his big cock was revealed to me. His dick pic had failed to represent the sheer size of his member. My only regret was that there wouldn’t be time for me to offer to ride him, taking his load up my ass instead of down my throat.

“Shit, that feels good,” he moaned, tipping his head back as I began to slobber all over his big tool. “I needed me some head so fuckin’ bad. It’s been awhile.”

Christ, his big one was a jaw breaker. I had to work to find just the right angle to deep throat him all the way. But I was determined. 

“HOLY FUCK,” he gasped as his big cock finally traversed my tonsils and all the way down my throat, his big balls mashed against my chin. “Ain’t nobody ever managed to get it down like that, not even the guy who used to suck me off.”

“I’ve got mad skills,” I bragged, coming up for a quick breath, saliva coating my chin. “Fuck you’re hung. I bet the bitches scream when you pound them with this big one.”

“Fuck right,” he agreed, grabbing his cock by the base and slapping my cheek with it, an audible thud. I wondered if I’d have a bruise. 

Deftly, I took his big dick down my throat again, locking my lips as I slid it in and out of my throat, curling my tongue around his cock head before shoving it back down my throat again.

“Shit, bro,” he exclaimed. “You keep doing that, and I’m gonna bust.”

Emboldened, I picked up the pace, gobbling up and down on that big dick, his hairy balls smashing my chin with each downbeat. I cupped his balls as they began to hug his body, priming the pump. The dude wasn’t going to last much longer. 

“Oh fuck—oh fuck—OH FUCK,” he barked, his cock erupting down my throat, a firehose of cum blasting my guts. His farm boy cum was rich and creamy with a slight tang, like fresh buttermilk. 

“That was fucking HOT,” I exclaimed as I finally surfaced for air, cum and saliva smeared on my chin. 

“Yeah, that was pretty damn, fuckin’ good,” he complimented, stuffing his spent cock back into his overalls before looking at the clock on the wall. “I best be goin’.”

“Right,” I acknowledged, disappointed the fun was already over. 

“You have any other luck with that wall posting at the gas station?” he asked as I saw him to the door. 

“Nah,” I shrugged. “Just you so far.”

“You take it up the ass?” he asked. 

“Fuck YES,” I replied a bit too eagerly. “You want to come back and fuck me sometime soon?”

“I was more thinking you could come out to my place, out on Route 12 past the truck stop,” he suggested. “Ma up and left us about five years ago, so it’s just Pa and me and my eight brothers. I know they’d enjoy—uh—meeting you.”

“They all hung like you?”

“Yup,” he laughed. “Having a big dick is sort of a family trait. Why don’t you come by tonight? We sure could use a cumdump like you, since the one we had ain’t around no more.”

“Yeah? Who was your cumdump?”

“Your batshit crazy Uncle Leroy,” he laughed, slapping me on the back. 

Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.

By the time Noah had turned eighteen, the fact that he was gay was no secret. I had walked in on him giving brojobs to more than half the guys in our neighborhood while our parents were at work. Growing up, my buddies often came by our house to play video games. But now they more often came by to feed a load to Noah. 

And who could blame them? Noah had a reputation for giving killer head. And he was discreet. He wasn’t going to go blabbing to the neighborhood or your girlfriend that he had sucked you off. For those reasons, Noah was a popular, well-fed cocksucker. His only frustration was that I wouldn’t give my cock to him. 

Don’t get me wrong, I had no issue with straight guys like me using some gay kid like my brother to get their rocks off. Life is too short to constantly jerk your own meat when a willing cocksucker is glad to work that nut out for you. My only problem with my little brother was just that—he was my little brother. 

I wasn’t hung up on any type of morals or puritanical ideals. I barely knew what the word incest meant. Rather, the thought of sticking my dick in my brother’s mouth was just sort of weird to me. We had grown up together, privy to each other’s disgusting quirks and habits. Noah’s lips kissed our mother at bedtime every night—they weren’t supposed to be wrapped around my cock. 

Noah felt differently, of course. I was, quite literally, an untapped source of cum for him. How easy his life would be if he could lie around the house, sucking my cock all day. Noah was determined to suck me off, and soon launched an aggressive plan to get my dick down his throat—by annoying the shit out of me. 

Noah followed me all over the house, begging to suck me. He climbed under the breakfast table and tried to pull down my shorts. He ambushed me in the shower, reaching for my soapy cock. He climbed into bed with me at two in the morning, his head under the covers. But each time, I was steadfast, batting him away, telling him to leave me the fuck alone. 

I held strong week after week, month after month. But little by little, Noah had chipped away at my resolve. I was tired of the constant pressure. If getting him off my back meant feeding him a load, I was finally prepared to do it—even if it meant interrupting my afternoon PlayStation time. 

“Let me suck you,” Noah begged, his eyes pleading with me. He was on his knees, between my legs as I relaxed on the living room couch, the PlayStation controller in my hand. “Please Lucas,” he persisted. “I want to taste your cum. Please feed me.”

“Fine—have at it,” I tossed the game controller on the couch. “You’re never gonna leave me alone until I pump my nut down your throat.”

“You’re—you’re serious?” Noah hesitated in disbelief. “This isn’t some joke? You’re actually going to—”

“Hurry the fuck up,” I interrupted him, propping my arms behind my head. “We don’t have a lot of time before Mom and Dad get home from work.”

“We won’t need much time,” my brother assured me. “I’ll have you nutting down my throat in no time.”

He went to work quickly, yanking down my shorts, tossing them next to me on the couch. My eight-incher sprung to attention, nearly smacking Noah in the eye.

“Your dick looks just like mine,” Noah marveled, gripping it at the base, rotating it slightly to examine it from all sides. “You’re just as thick as me, and we’ve even got the same vein running up the right side. This is so fucking hot—it’s gonna be like sucking my own cock.”

“Just fuckin’ suck it already,” I admonished him, eager to get the deed done. I was still feeling a bit weird about letting my brother go down on me, and I didn’t want my parents walking in on us with my cock down Noah’s throat. “Hurry the fuck up before I change my mind.”

Obediently, Noah went to work. He started with my balls, taking them in his mouth one by one, licking and sucking at them. 

“Fuuuck,” I exhaled, my toes curling in response. “That feels fucking amazing, bro.”

“Haven’t you ever had your balls worked over by a bitch?” he paused briefly.

“No—it’s rare that I can even get some bitch to go down on me, let alone suck on my musty balls.”

“These balls aren’t musty,” Noah licked just under my ballsack. “They’re fucking delicious. I’m gonna get a big load out of these full nuts, I can tell.”

He returned to his work, worshipping my jewels, churning the seed within. I wondered how many sets of balls had been in his mouth? How many guys had shot a load down his throat? And who was the guy to start it all?

“Who was the first dude to feed you a load?” I wondered aloud as Noah began to work his tongue up my shaft, teasing the underside of my cock head. “Was it your buddy Tony Balducci?”

“Nah,” Noah paused in his work once more, gripping my cock and stroking lightly as he talked. “I’ve drained countless loads out of Tony and that fat Italian sausage he’s got, but he wasn’t the first.”

“Then who was it?”

“You remember Joey Branson?” Noah inquired. “We played basketball together at the community center?”

“Yeah—you sucked off Joey?” 

“No—I sucked off his dad.”

“His dad?” I gasped. “Mr. Branson was the first dick you sucked? That big, burly, manly-man?”

“Yeah,” Noah laughed. “Joey invited me to sleep over after practice one night. I woke up around midnight and wanted a glass of water. His dad was in the den, watching porn with his big dick in one hand and a bottle of scotch in the other. And then he asked me to get on my knees and suck him.”

“And you did?”

“Yeah—he fed me a huge load,” Noah recalled fondly. “And I’ve been addicted to cum ever since.”

“That’s fucking hot,” I admitted, my cock growing absurdly hard at the image of my brother sucking off Mr. Branson. “You’re such a cock slut,” I grabbed my cock and smacked it against Noah’s face.

“You’re about to find out how much of a cock slut I can be,” Noah winked. And then he went for it—swallowing my big dick in one gulp, my balls mashed against his chin.”

“HOLY fucking CHRIST,” I belted out, my hands instinctively grasping Noah’s head. “How the fuck are you doing that?”

“You’ve never been deep throated?” my brother asked, surfacing for air. 

“I think you know the answer to that,” I laughed. “I’ve yet to find a bitch who could throat me all the way.”

“Well—now you don’t have to,” Noah winked before diving back down on my cock, my shaft disappearing down his talented throat. 

Locking his lips around the base of my cock, Noah began to bob his head up and down on my dick, my fat cock head slipping past his tonsils with each pass, breaching the upper limits of his esophagus. His skill was incredible. He wasn’t just sucking my dick, he was fucking jacking me off with his mouth and throat. 

“Christ, this is good,” I moaned, tipping my head back. Once again, I propped my hands behind my head, enjoying the lascivious luxury of a toe-curling blow job. The fact that it was my own brother, my flesh and blood, worshipping my big one had not escaped my attention. But I was starting to not give a fuck anymore. If my brother was blessed with the God-given talent of pleasuring his fellow man, who was I to not participate in such good fortune?

Noah had picked up the pace, reaching up to massage my pecs and tease my nips as he sucked me ravenously.  His neck was like a hinge, pivoting on my rod over and over, my cock a battering ram down his eager throat. He was sucking me hard, my balls smacking him on the chin with each downbeat, my shaft swelling down his throat. 

“Bro—I’m—I’m getting close,” I announced through gritted teeth, trying in vain to hold back my nut. It was a loosing battle. My balls had started to throb, pressure building in my shaft. Involuntarily, my legs began to straighten, my thigh muscles contracting as my body prepared for orgasm. “You ready for it? You ready for my load?”

“Mmmmph, hmmmph,” Noah responded with a slight nod of his head, not removing my throbbing cock from his throat. And then it happened—an orgasm of epic proportions. The most incredible ejaculation that I had ever experienced.

“FUCK—FUCK,” I barked, my body convulsing upon the couch as my cock discharged a massive load, the first shot hitting the back of Noah’s throat before careening into his hungry belly. His hands went to my knees, gripping into my flesh as rope after rope of my thick spunk filled his mouth.

He kept me down his throat for several minutes, my pulsing cock slowly giving up the last of my seed, our shared DNA swimming in his belly. I slowly caressed the back of his head. Feeding my nut to Noah had been intensely intimate, the closest I had ever felt to my brother.

“Dayum—that was a big fuckin’ load, bro,” Noah exclaimed upon finally releasing my cock from his throat, my pearly load coating his lips and tongue. “Most guys don’t shoot a load as big as—”

But then Noah stopped in mid-sentence, the sound of Dad’s keys at the front door. Holy fuck. Dad was home at least thirty minutes earlier than usual. Swiftly, I sprang up, yanking on my shorts over my spent dick. I plopped my ass back down on the couch, Noah taking a seat next to me as I reached for the PlayStation controller. As Dad opened the door and entered the room, he discovered his two sons innocently engaged in a video game.

“I hope you boys haven’t been on that damn thing all day,” Dad sighed, eyeing the TV and the PlayStation controller in my hand as he hung his keys on a peg next to the door. “You two need to get outside more—get some fresh air. That thing will rot your brains.”

“We—we just started playing,” I stammered, trying to act naturally and not like I had just fed a load to my brother. 

“Okay,” Dad smiled. “But let’s not be on that thing all night. I’m gonna take a quick shower and then maybe grill up some steaks for dinner before your mom gets home.”

“Sounds good,” Noah and I replied in robotic unison, relieved that Dad hadn’t suspected a thing.

“Uh—Noah?” Dad hesitated. “You got some of your brother’s cum on your chin. How about you come wash up in the shower with me? I could really use a good ball draining while the hot water soothes my aching back.”