When I started college, I moved in with my older brother. He was real nice to me. I didn't have to pay for anything. He got me presents. He let me bring guys over to bang, and he'd send his hookups over to fuck me. Sometimes we'd tag team a dude. When my sophomore year started, he would start cocking guys around me. I always knew he was a pred. It was a rare thing, so everyone talked about it. But I'd never seen it before. He ate a dude right after we finished pumping our loads into him. I'd been sitting on the bed while the dude blew me, so I ended up pinned by my brother's massive, man eating dick. His precum soaked me. His scent filled my lungs.
He humped my legs while the guy melted into cum. Then he came all over me. He didn't say anything about it and left me there. I'd tasted his seed before when I ate a dude out after he came in the guy, but that night I must have swallowed a gallon of the stuff.
After that, he regularly ate our hookups. I'd come home to find him chilling with a guy melting in his sack. Sometimes he'd bust all over me. Sometimes he went just chilled. At some point, he started having me worship his cock. I'd help his meals churn down.
We stopped hooking up with other people unless they were going to wind up as his cock food.
If he wanted an ass, he took mine. If he wanted to fuck a throat, he fucked mine. I learned the taste of his pits, his ass, and his feet.
We were practically lovers.
Senior year, he started asking if I ever thought about what those guys I helped him digest were going through. He teased me, saying he bet I dreamt about being his food. When he humped me with his massive dick right after a meal, he'd talk about how easy it'd be to swallow me up right then and there. Sometimes he'd talk to his meals like they were me. He had me ask his food questions as they melted into his cum.
Then, on the day of graduation, he finally said it: "College is over. It's been fun. But I want a husband one day, and brothers can't get married. So you have two choices, baby bro. You go in and change into your cap and gown, go get your degree, and move out tomorrow. Go back to our parents' place til you get it figured out. Or you can come back out naked and graduate from bitch to food. It's up to you. No pressure. I love you either way."
I spent a good half hour in my room. I should have been thinking it over, but I wasn't. Mostly, I was just sad at the idea we couldn't get married.
When I walked out, my brother had his legs spread. His dick was on display. When he spotted me, his balls growled. He smiled. "Good choice. I always knew you would wind up in my balls."
I nodded. It seemed like this was fate. It was bound to happen the moment we moved in together.
"Don't worry," he said. "I won't waste you down the drain. See, preds are really sought after as sperm donors. Increases the chances of having a pred or some bullshit. Whatever. But what they don't tell people is that we cock preds can choose how much of our sperm is us and how much is food. You. So..." he smirked. "Next time I see you, 19 years from now, maybe, you'll be calling me dad."
I blushed. That didn't sound true. "You don't have to sugarcoat it."
He laughed. "Sugarcoat what? Fuck man. You don't get it, do you? It doesn't mean you'll have a happy ever after. It means you're my food. And I'll have like 100 of you. And each one of you is going to be my food too. You're cockfood for forever. Now get over here and kiss my nuts. Get them nice and hungry for you."