Cowboys, Brothers, & Bulges

The obvious punishment was to give lil bro what he was craving.

Big bros musky cock was shoved down little bros throat and it didn’t take long for big bro to want more.

Using those sweaty boxers as a gag for his whiny lil bro, big bro pounded his little bro for hours, breeding him over and over again.

He should’ve gone to bed hours ago, but a week without blowing a load is worse than not getting a proper eight hours.

His teeth bit into his lip, trying to stay quiet. ‘God, this is so fucking good.’ His hand gripped the fabric tighter.

As that pressure almost reached its peak, he heard his older brothers stomping feet in the hall. His hand flew back and he pretended to be asleep. He was about to reach for the covers.

“Hey, you awake lil bro?” He throbbed in those tight boxers. There was no way to hide, but maybe he could pretend still.

He waited an agonizing few seconds for those stomps of his older brother walking away, but instead they came towards him.

A rough manly hand groped his bulge. “Damn lil bro, you’re packing just like me. Here I’ll help you finish that wet dream.” His brother palmed the tip, rolling over it again and again. He couldn’t help but whine.

‘No way this is actually happening.’ His brother worked him like it was their normal routine.

His hips bucked, pushing into his brother’s hand. His eyes peaked open, staring right at his brother. The way he watched as his little brother squirmed only made his little brother harder. He laughed as the younger man’s quiet whimpers filled the quiet night air.

It wasn’t long till he came in his boxers, the thick cum leaking through the fabric and getting his brother’s hand all sticky. His stomach rose and fell as he panted.

“There you go.” His brother licked his hand clean. “Goodnight buddy.”