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"Suck my fucking dick. Yeah just like that bitch. Take it all down your throat cunt." Ryan ordered from above me, using my collar and leash to force my head down further. I struggled to do as he asked until I heard a familiar voice from behind me.
"Keep on going lil' bro!" Brad said like he was cheering me on. I could feel his hands pulling my ass cheeks apart when a loud creak pulled me outta my dreams and brought me back to reality.
Bringing my head up from my pillow, it took a few seconds to shake the sleep from my brain.
Everything that happened earlier this morning hit me all at once.
Ryan.
What we did this morning.
How painfully hard my morning wood was pressing into my bed as I remembered.
Biting my lip, I hoped that he was telling the truth about not saying nothing.
I knew he'd only be fucking himself if he did, but that crazy part of my brain wouldn't stop. The three of them had always been supportive of me being into guys. Shit, when I had my big overdramatic pre-teen coming out moment during dinner, I remember them basically saying "We figured that out a while ago." and then we carried on.
This wasn't the same though.
I had a feeling that their accepting attitude wouldn't extend to what Ryan and I got into.
I could feel myself start to fall into an anxiety spiral before the memory of Ryan's voice ordering me to take a breath filled my head. "It's only a big deal if I make it one" I tried to tell myself before a loud cough from the side of my bed shocked me and made me jump.
"Whatthefuck!" I yelled hoarsely while I flipped over to see who had made the noise. Looking around I saw my oldest brother standing to the side of my bed while wearing a playful smile on his face.
Realizing quickly that I had somehow lost my shorts while sleeping and was just flashing him my hard dick, I immediately leaned over the side of my bed and grabbed the sheet I had tossed to the floor in my sleep. If Brad noticed my erection he didn't say anything about it; instead he was just standing there and watching me.
"Wassup" I heard myself grumble to him before clearing my throat. It was feeling rough, both from just waking up AND the facefucking I had received that morning. I hoped it didn't sound too different, but from the dopey look on his face he didn't care.
"C'mon! Time for you to wake-up and start getting ready!" My brother said excitedly while I rubbed the last bits of sleep from my eyes.
"Get ready? For what?" I asked as I tried to think over if I had forgotten him telling me we were hanging out today. I figured that with everyone at work for the day, I would spend my morning jerking off. Maybe break out my dildo I had hidden away. It wasn't as big as Ryan, but it would do the job and my imagination could fill in the rest. "Besides, I already had plans."
Brad said nothing, only looking at me like he expected me comply right then and there as he waited for me to get up from my bed.
"Well, can I at least know what we're doing?"
He considered what I said for a moment and I seriously thought he was going to stay quiet. I wish he would've instead of the bullshit that came outta his mouth next.
"Hmm..." He began, moving his hand to his chin like he was contemplating it seriously before grinning dopily and saying "Nope. You're just gonna have to wait and see."
I hated when he did stuff like this. Ryan may have been an asshole, but that was his default setting and I was used to it. Brad was nice but pushy, and it often felt like I had two Dads instead of one. But he was always too damn kind even when he gave me orders. It didn't matter if I had plans or not, just like it didn't matter that my door was closed, my brother already made up his mind that I was going to come with him and that was that. Until something made the screws in my brain start working and I remembered that he shouldn't have even been home right now.
"Wait.. What about work? It's Friday, shouldn't you be with a client right now getting them all jacked and shit?" I questioned, hoping that would get me my day back.
"Nah, I got Mike to take my clients for the day. I wasn't gonna let you spend all day in bed playing with yourself." He teased knowingly while I covered my head with a pillow and groaned. "`specially not on your 21st birthday! Besides, you're not gonna wanna miss what I have planned for ya."
"Which is what?" I questioned again, removing the pillow from my head and tossing it to the ground.
"Well you could sit here and keep on asking questions, or you could get dressed, meet me downstairs, and find out for yourself."
Giving him side eye, I let out an over exaggerated sigh followed by a a groaned "Fiiiine" before throwing my sheets to the side and finally getting up from my nice, comfy bed. Somewhere in the back and forth between us my dick finally decided to act right and went soft. I was grateful I was at least semi-used to being naked around them from all the times I was dragged into various locker rooms by my family when I stood up.
"Good. Now hurry up and get ready! We're burning daylight here." He urged before smacking my shoulder and running back downstairs.
The sun had come in through the only window in my room and lit up everything that I couldn't see earlier this morning. Kicking aside the small pile of clothes next to the bed, I made my way to the simple wooden dresser that Dad had built me when I first moved in. I was still able to keep most of my clothes in it, though it helped that I didn't really have a fashion bone in my body. Choosing what to wear was easy with the limited choices I had, so when I opened up the doors I just reached inside and grabbed the first things that I saw.
The shirt was one of my favorites, and the small holes all over it from me wearing it too often was proof of that. The once bright red had now faded into a rust-ish color, and the bucking bronco on the front was now barely noticeable in anything but the brightest of lights. Brad and dad teamed up on one of those balloon water shooting games to win it for me from a booth at the Rodeo last time we were in Houston. I loved it so much that I didn't take it off for a week straight, and after 7 years I still loved it just as much. It may have gotten a little snug against my body as I grew up, but I ignored that and tried to avoid making the holes bigger as I smoothed the fabric over my body.
After grabbing a pair of shorts with an underwear liner from one of the drawers, I shut the dresser and was about to start getting my bottoms on when my phone went off.
I don't usually answer phone calls but seeing a picture of my grandpa smiling with his arm around me on the screen made me pickup immediately.
Pop was the best grandpa a guy could want. The minute Dad let him know that he had a new grandson he immediately welcomed me into the family and started showing me around his farm. We got along like two peas in a pod, especially once my grandpa realized he finally had a grandson who would actually listen to him when he would tell stories about growing up on a farm in the 70's or the Newly ancestors back in the wild west.
"Heya Pop! What's up?" I answered while slipping my shorts on, adjusting my package in the spandex material to hold my junk comfortably.
"Happy birthday Jimmy! Ya didn't think I was gonna let today go by without calling you, didja son?"
"It's just another day pop! No big deal. But I'm always happy to hear from you." I replied, chuckling as I made sure I looked fine in the mirror that hung on the back of my door.
"Turning 21 is a pretty big deal if you ask me, young man! Shiiiit, you're practically an old fart like your father and me. And best of all, now you can finally have a beer with me and your Dad down at Spike's place. Maybe next time y'all come down we can all head over there together."
Thoughts of the dingy looking biker bar on the side of the road came to mind when he said that. I wasn't really jumping at the thought, and I'd probably have an easier time finding a snowflake in hell than to find a gay dude at Spike's, but at least the eye candy would be nice. I was about to respond when I heard the faint sound of another man's voice almost come through the phone's speaker.
"Well shit, sorry to call you and have to hang up already, but it looks like the young buck from town who's helping me with some chores round the house is here." He started, before I heard what sounded like someone saying turn around' before he spoke to me again. "We'll talk later son and you can tell me what kinda trouble you got into today."
"Oh yeah, you know me. Always getting into something."
"That's my hellraiser!"
I just laughed as we said our goodbyes and hung up, and tried to figure out how I could save my birthday.
Pop may have been joking when he called me a hellraiser, and this may have been because of my new attitude, but I wanted to go out and have some fun.
There wasn't exactly many gay bars in our little area of Texas, but there had to be at least somewhere all the queers met up. Maybe I'd live out my cowboy fantasies and find a hot Daddy ranch owner who'd hogtie me before fucking me in his barn.
My dick seemed to like that idea a lot, straining against the spandex in my shorts instantly. It was doing the thinking for me now, forcing me to sit back on my bed and open up my phone.
I was going to start searching for an app to find guys on when I saw I had gotten a text that morning while sleeping. Taping on the cracked screen, I opened the notification to see it was from my father.
"HBD Son." followed by a few cake and party emojis before ending with "See You Tonight."
I felt a little pang of guilt as I more or less brushed off Dad's text with a reaction before closing it and moving to the app store. After typing in `gay hookup' I ended up downloading the first app I saw with over a few thousand reviews/a decent rating and decided on making an account with them later after downloading the app. Smiling to no one in particular as I slid my phone into my pocket, I reached towards my nightstand for a comb among the books, pens, and other bs, and ran it a few dozen times through my hair. My black waves looked more like a tsunami at first until I was finally satisfied that they'd been tamed. Once I was sure that I had everything I needed, I slipped my sneakers on, and shut the door behind me as I left my room.
I hopped down both flights of stairs as quickly as I could. I barely had time to open the front door before I was speeding out of it and onto the porch. To my surprise, Brad was already standing there waiting for me. He caught me before I could tumble onto the grass, steadying me while laughing at my clumsiness. My face burned with embarrassment as I tried to think of something to say before I finally took a good look at my brother.
Less than 10 minutes ago he looked like he had just finished a 5k; Now he was standing in front of me looking... well he looked like a goddamn angel.. No literally.
My brother's blonde hair was cut to a close buzz to his scalp to help deal with the summer heat, and it shone around his head like a halo. His skin was damn near as golden since a lot of his work as a trainer had him spending hours outdoors. Though his face did look a lil' red for the exact same reason. Other than that, I could tell he had shaven before coming down too. There was a noticeable lack of blonde stubble on his jaw, and it would've given him a clean cut look if it wasn't for the fact that his arms were covered in tattoos.
He had been collecting them since he was 17, and while a few looked... less than great now, he had more than enough good ones to make up for the bad. They were an assortment of traditional style designs coming together into a full sleeve from his fingers to the top of his shoulders and across the top of his chest. I could see the art popping out from behind the white v-neck he wore. The cotton fabric was tight against his large pecs; they looked like they were fighting against the material to be free. That combined with the sight of his massive thighs straining to get out of his jorts left me unable to form a smart ass response even though I really wanted to.
"Took ya long enough squirt!" Brad greeted, shaking my head back to reality with his big ol' mitt of a hand playfully before letting me go to grab his backpack from the ground.
"So now are you gonna tell me where we're going?" I asked while running my fingers through my hair to make sure he didn't mess it up too bad.
He didn't respond. Instead my brother chose to act out like he was locking his lips and throwing away the key before he started walking. Rolling my eyes, but still following beside Brad, we traveled down the driveway and into the paved street that was behind our home.
While we walked my brother tried to keep a conversation between us going, dodging all of my attempts to figure out where we were heading. It wasn't until we passed the last few abandoned stables and rundown houses on our street that I realized where we were going.
A few miles down the way we'd end up at a dead end with a large open field.
It was kinda like an unofficial meeting place for everyone in the `neighborhood'. We'd meet out here for bbqs and parties during the summer, and when winter came it's where we would all meet to set off fireworks on New Year's.
Just on the other side of the field was the real draw to the area though.
As country as it sounds, we had an honest to god `swimming hole'.
It was't large enough for it to be called a lake, and sometimes during the driest parts of the year it would get so low on water that you'd be lucky for one person to be able to sit in it. On days like today though, after some much needed summer rain, the hole was filled close to the brim and it looked almost as good as the water in South Padre.
The sun had been beating down on us during our walk and I could feel my clothes sticking to me with how sweaty I was. Feeling how warm I was already, I was half-tempted to jump in fully dressed. I was still considering my options when my brother broke the silence.
"Whatcha waiting for?" Brad called over to me like he was reading my mind.
Looking over in his direction I was surprised to see his pale white ass pointed in my direction. It looked perfectly round and more than a few shades lighter than the rest of his body, and in the sun I could see the shine of the fuzz on his cheeks that thickened at his thighs and legs. Before I could even think about putting my eyes back in my skull, Brad was naked as the day he was born and running past me to jump in the water.
He yelled like Tarzan excitedly just before his body hit the water and it exploded up and out in a million different directions.
Thankfully, when the water splashed on me I was brought back down to earth and was just as quick about stripping down and joining him before he could see my rehardened dick. Copying my brother and yelling out "Cannonball!" I jumped in not too far from where Brad had landed.
The water had enough of a chill to it that it both helped cool me down and acted as a boner killer. And after shaking my hair like a dog getting its fur dry, I was grateful that it had finally gone down.
Opening my eyes I saw my Brad watching me with a proud-of-himself smile and squinted eyes as he tried to block out the sun's glare.
"So whataya think, was this worth getting up this morning?" Brad asked while backstroking away from me, splashing water in my face and laughing at me when I sputtered.
"Maybe.." I admitted with a laugh after wiping the last bits of water from my eyes.
"Just maybe?" he asked while swimming laps around the small perimeter while I bobbed in place.
He wasn't going to get better than `maybe' outta me, so instead it was my turn to mess with him. Pulling my arm back to make sure it would send a large wave his way, Brad seemed to be expecting this, since before the water could even land on him he was under. I thought he would've popped right back up, but instead I soon felt his hand on my ankle as my brother dragged me to join him while I struggled to kick away.
This went on for a sec, him and I pretending to drown each other and wrestling in the water like the three of us would do growin' up. My hands were on Brad as we playfully fought, and it was like a low level fire alarm going off in the back of my head each time I touched a different, muscular area of his body. I had to fight hard to ignore it the first time my hands brushed his side and I felt his abs. But when my hand accidentally grabbed his ass while we were underwater I was forced to swim up as fast as possible before I choked from taking water down my throat.
Despite the bullshit, I had never been happier to have my plans get fucked up then in that moment. My old plans for today were the last thing on my mind when my brother began picking me up and throwing me as far as he could in the water. I laughed with each dunk until my sides hurt.
This was how it was with Brad. He would ask me to do something, though it was more like an order he expected me to obey. If I didn't comply right away he would either guilt me, or make it to where there was no other option but for me to do what he wanted. That didn't mean I wouldn't complain all along the way though.
Like when we were younger, I was really bad at math and science.
I dunno why, but something about adding letters and abbreviations and shit to the problems made it harder for me and I just couldn't seem to get it.
Then after a real shit week at school I was getting ready to go hang out with Ryan and his buddies, but he had told me to stop by the fridge to get him and his friends some drinks. I went into the kitchen and saw Brad chilling at the counter, and that when I almost shat out my heart.
Right next to my brother was my open backpack and I could see had my report card in his hands.
I was going to ask what he was doing when he looked at me with those big blue eyes of his and I could feel the disappointment coming off him. Once Brad saw the D's on that little piece of paper, he took it on himself to make sure that I was gonna pass starting that afternoon. It didn't matter that he was already dealing with practice in the morning and the afternoon and his own grades. It didn't matter when I tried to tell him that I could handle this myself. All that mattered was that there was a problem and he was gonna fix it, with or without my agreeing.
So my brother sat me at the kitchen table and then stood there and watched while I forced myself to get through my homework. I was mad the whole time and had what I'm sure was the pissiest little expression on my face for the next two hours. To Brad's credit, he was calm as could be with me. I think years of dealing with Ryan before me had given him the patience of a saint.
By the time our father had came home from HEB I had just finished and wanted to do nothing more than sneak off to my room. Instead I was forced into his office and had to deal with the double the disappointment as I got chewed a new one. Dad went on and on about the importance of hard work and how I wasn't allowed to slack off like this. I knew better than to argue with him at least, so I said "yes sir" and just like that I lost my mornings and afternoons for the rest of the school year.
Dad laid down the law with my big brother right by his side. Him and Brad worked out my schedule for the next long while in front of me without even asking my opinion. To be fair, that happened more often than not regardless of the situation.
In the mornings I wouldn't get to sleep in and take the school bus anymore. Now I was gonna have to wake up early to ride with them so I could get to the library for pre-school tutoring while they went to practice. In the afternoon I would have to go to Brad's practice to do my homework until he was done so our old man could pick me us up to head home.
If I wasn't done Brad would help me out as much as he could. Even when I was annoyed at having to give up my freetime and acted accordingly, Brad was never salty about helping me study or my bad attitude. He would roll with the punches and say shit like "Well if you stopped bitching and groaning you'd be done already". Eventually I started liking this new way of us spending time together and it kindasorta changed from a chore I had to do into something I looked forward to. I would eventually just hold off on doing my homework all together just so we could hang out. (Instead I would spend those hours I lost watching my brother at practice and this is when my crush started formig I think.)
Eventually the days turned into months and before I knew it the end of the year tests plus state testing had come around. We crammed for a week straight beforehand and by the time testing came around Brad was more nervous than I was.
In the end it was worth it; I passed the semester with mostly A's for the first time in a long time. Brad and Ryan weren't the most nose-in-a-book kinda guys so Dad tried to treat my grades like he would if one of my brothers had won one of their games. That night he grilled some of the best barbeque he had been saving, and after we were all full and about to split up Brad stopped me. He told me to stay quiet when he opened the door to the back porch and held it open for the both of us before closing it softly. I was going to ask him what was going on until I saw the two beer cans waiting for us on the ground. Ryan and Dad were shaking the house with their yells as they watched some re-run game playing on the TV, but the two of us just sat there in the non-silence while we sipped on our drinks.
I felt almost as happy now as I did then while we swam around.
But like all good things, it had to end eventually.
The sun got warmer as the day went on. With the heat continuing to fill the air it was a nightmare when we finally decided to pull ourselves out of the water. Brad went out first, cursing under his breath when his palm hit the grass before he got out and offered me his hand. I understood immediately why he did so when my knees touched the ground. Even with us both dripping wet the grass felt like a metal sheet fresh out the oven as we hopped away from the water. Jumping from one foot to the other, we made our way over to the shaded area where we had left all of our stuff. A few of the last free-standing trees were grouped together and gave us a nice, semi-cool resting place.
I didn't want to waste any time getting clothed again. Grabbing my shorts to get them on quickly, when I turned to look at Brad all I saw was that he was busy rooting around in his backpack while letting himself air-dry and I stopped dead in my tracks.
With how he was crouching I had the perfect line of sight of his ass and dangling soft cock and balls. It was like something out of those shitty, 240p quality movies from the 60s you see on free porn sites. A hot, muscular, tan guy wearing nothing, not even jerking off or doing anything with another guy, just standing around in different positions.
I had never understood the appeal of those videos until now; Watching how my brother's back muscles flexed as he tore through his pack had suddenly become my new favorite hobby with how intensely I watched him. I only stopped and remembered to not be a creep when I noticed Brad was about to turn around.
I heard what sounded like his footsteps getting somewhat closer to me as I struggled to get the stretchy material of my shorts over my still wet legs. My dick moved with me, pointing up as I tried to hunch over and hide it. I hoped that he wasn't looking my way, but I knew that I wasn't that lucky. Especially when I could hear his size 14s crushing the grass as he pulled up behind me. I was stuck again, standing dead still until he spoke.
"I hope you're ready for the first part of your birthday surprise." He said to me, finally getting my attention as if I hadn't just been staring at him like my life depended on it.
I was going to ask what he meant by that, but instead of looking at him I was now eye level with his crotch. I was so close that I could see the blonde stubble just barely starting to grow above his fully-hard dick. The balls were just as smooth, and when I saw all of him so close to my face I was about to automatically inch my mouth to him until Brad took a step back and started unfolding a large white towel.
All the while my brain continued to short circuit.
"You must think I'm blind baby bro." He began before throwing the mass of fabric on the ground and starting to unfurl it by kicking it with his feet. "I've seen how you stare at me." He stopped again, this time looking me deep in the eyes with a familiar, disarming smile before continuing. "Same way you used to look at Chris Evans.. Not that I mind or nothing. Honest to god, it's a boost to the ego.. but I think it's time you show me how much you like my muscles Jimmy." He said with a wink after dropping to the ground once the towel was fully spread. "Now, come here lil' bro."
In his palm was a previously hidden bottle of baby oil stretched towards me.
As stupid as it sounds, I didn't have anything say at the moment. He wasn't wrong in the slightest and I was more than a little caught off guard.
Here he was. My eldest brother was showing off every inch of himself that he could... and it was all for me. I could tell he was flexing, and with the water drying on him and the sweat already starting to form on his body I was drawn in even more. There were no thoughts behind my eyes as I scanned over his tree trunk thighs and noticed how they were wide open, showing off his throbbing cock and large plum sized nuts that hung from between his legs.
We were less than 5 feet apart but I was fast about throwing my shorts to the ground, closing that gap, and crawling on my knees. All of that guilt..inhibiiton..whateverthefuckwerecallingit from this morning was gone now.
In for a penny, in for a fucking pound I guess.
I didn't know how I would manage fucking around with both of my brother but that was future me's problem. Right now I could feel the dirt and grass pressing into my skin though none of that mattered to me. I was more concerned trying to figure out where to start.
"Don't worry Jimmy, I'll help you out."
With that I felt Brad's hand on mine, grabbing and guiding it towards him until the bottle was directly over his perfectly shaped chest like he had been reading my mind. He then started putting just a bit of pressure on my hand until I got the hint and finally squeezed; Brad then took the bottle from me before guiding my slick hand to his pecs and helping me massage it into his skin.
"Feel how hard those fucking muscles are for ya Jimmy. Get into it." He ordered and I did just that.
Grabbing some of the leftover oil from his skin, I began rubbing each of his pecs. Cupping them in my hands, I savored the feeling of his muscles flexing beneath my hands. Brad seemed to love this, gripping his hands together and tensing the muscle as he posed for me, almost getting off on this as much as I was.
Deciding to do something I had always wanted to, I moved my head under his arms so that my face was pressed against his chest. Angling my head with the little room I did have I was able to latch onto Brad's quarter sized nipples. I was gentle at first, sucking and licking teasingly but when I heard what sounded like him telling me to go harder, I started nipping at them with my teeth tentatively.
This got me exactly what I wanted when I felt Brad's arms close in and pull me even closer to him. My head was being crushed but the moans and grunts he let out as I chewed on his tit were music to my ears, even as I was squeezed almost impossibly close to him as he flexed. I tried to keep on going until the pressure got to be too much for me. Similarities between my two brothers became more apparent when I had to tap out and Brad let out a laugh before pulling me to the other side of his chest. The main difference between the two of them was the fact that at least Brad rubbed my head and praised me while he treated me rough.
It was a chorus of "Oh yeah Jimmy, you're doing real good for me lil' bro." and "You're making my dick so fucking hard" as we worked each other over.
Once he was satisfied that I paid his chest enough respect, Brad released my head before grabbing my hand and moving it to one of his boulder shaped biceps he was now showing off for me. From that moment on it was clear to me that I wasn't finished until Brad had decided I was done. He was serious about making me show him how much I loved all of his muscles.
We went from one end to another, and I licked, kissed, and took in every part of him that I could. It wasn't until we were both covered in my saliva that Brad finally decided to let us take a second to breathe.
"God damn!" He praised, pulling me with him so we fell backwards onto the towel.
Only when we landed my face fell directly into his sweaty armpit. Not like I woulda planned that or anything... but at least I was finally able to get a good sniff of him. I remembered how this morning Ryan's scent kinda hit me in the face and overwhelmed me until I wanted more. But with Brad's I was basically a moth to the flame. My eldest brother's musk was richer, and I breathed as much of it in as I could to his surprise.
"Holy fuck lil bro. You really are a pig. Well shit, why don't we skip the bullshit and get right to the fun stuff."
I don't know why, but with how worked up I was feeling I took that as my cue to break away from him so I could try to wrap my lips around his hard cock. It was longer than any dick I had seen in real life, and my mouth was salivating like I was a dog with a bone at the thought.
"Whoa Jimmy, that's not your birthday gift. Though I hate to stop you. Get on all fours and I'll show you what your real gift is." Brad bossed, stopping me just before I could start sucking him off.
It took me a minute to process what he said, my body moving faster than my brain's cogs that were currently whirring in overdrive as I realized what was about to happen. I had never imagined being fucked in public would be how I lost my virginity, especially not with Brad, but I was filled with excitement as I got into positon.
My ass was pressed high in the air, and I couldn't help but jump with excitement when I felt his hand at the small of my back. "Don't be nervous. Just sit back and enjoy."
His breath felt close to the back of my thigh when he spoke. But it was the prickly sensation I felt against my leg that almost made me fold into a million pieces. It felt similar to Ryan's beard, but in a more scratchy way. I could feel Brad's 5'oclock shadow had already started to grow in the few hours since he had shaved. Turning my head back I was able to see Brad give my ass a light spank before spreading my cheeks, saying "Happy Birthday" to me, and diving in.
His lips were now pressed against my hole, and I exhaled a breath I eventually realized I had been holding when he started to kiss it. Well that's not the right word to describe what my brother was doing. It was like he was making out with my opening. The deeper his tongue reached inside me, the more my knees wanted to buckle. I had never been more thankful for him keeping me steady and in place while he started to tongue fuck me. I could feel his hand squeezing into my round belly from beneath, though the sensation of his stubble on the inner parts of my cheeks is what made me need more.
Slurps and grunts and groans filled my ears as Brad continued to bury his tongue up my hole. He came up for air occasionally, usually until I pressed my ass towards him greedily.
After taking as large a breath as he could, my brother would go back to my ass and begin making out with it and licking all over. His hands were now gripping my meaty cheeks and pulling them apart as he tongued around my opening before going back for more. I could feel him almost.., biting me but not in a way I hated. Like he was trying to kiss/squeeze at the most sensitive parts of my skin to make me squirm.
While he did that, I could feel my untouched dick beg for any sort of release. I was ready to burst just from him eating my hole, and I could feel my legs start to tremble as it built up inside me.
Brad's mouth may have been planted firmly on my hole, but his hands had now migrated further south. I could feel them travel from my stomach to my crotch; One had begun massaging my overly-full nutsack and the other teasingly running his fingers over my straining cock. He would alternate between loosely gripping me and giving me a stroke here or there to barely grazing his fingers on my overstimulated cockhead. If only he touched me a little bit more firmly, or only for a few seconds longer, I would've burst. But it's like he knew this as he worked over every inch of me that he could, always stopping and alternating right before I could cum.
Whenever Brad eventually stopped, a little too quickly if you asked me, I was about to ask him why when I heard him hawking a loogie and the sudden extra wetness on my hole let me know where it landed. His finger was soon at my taint, dragging his drool up and back into my opening. I was suddenly very aware of how it flexed, especially as he tried to push it deeper inside me. I thought it would have felt more difficult to relax, but with his tongue already having worked me over I was more than ready for it. Soon I was squirming as he dug even deeper inside, reaching around with his pointer finger like he was searching for something. I was about to try and force out a joke saying as much until he found it. My prostate was his end goal the entire time, and once he had rubbed against it, I was fighting everything to not whimper like a total bitch.
"You're hole really took that without much fight lil' bro." He teased while starting to finger fuck in and out of me.
If he expected a response he was going to be waiting for a while, especially after I felt the sting of my hole being stretched even wider as he added a second thick digit. All of this left my mouth open, a strand of drool trailing from the corner of my mouth to the towel, and my brain partially working at best.
"Yeah you've been begging for this all day." He started in between making slurping noises with my hole when he made out with it. "Your cunt is so fucking slutty Jimmy. Fuck it's almost as wet as Tildy's. But yours is still tighter..." He said, adding an almost too quiet "for now" as he added a second finger to his rhythm before continuing.
Any ability I had previously to react with shock at what he was saying was gone. My asshole was a cunt as far as I was concerned if it earned me more of this. I didn't even acknowledge the comparison between me and his on/off girlfriend. Finally giving all the way in I let out a light whine as I pressed back and begged for more.
"Pleeeeeease."
Brad was quick to meet my demands, and started switching between eating me out and fingering me until my hole felt like a sloppy wreck. I was teased (tortured) to the brink of going completely stupid. My dick was now mostly ignored, only being acknowledged when my hand drifted to it so I could finally get off. When it felt like I was about to burst I finally looked backwards at Brad who had his free hand furiously pumping his cock. I thought we'd both get off and reached down to play with myself too until a steel grip on my wrist jerked my hand away from my cock.
"You're gonna shoot that load when I tell you to Jimmy, and not a second sooner. Now get on your back." He ordered, and once he dropped my hand I was quick about complying.
Watching my brother, I was excited when he scooted closer to me on his knees so that he was now able to take both of our dicks into one of his large hands. His cock was at least an inch and a half bigger than my own my own, but I didn't have much time to focus on that before he started jerking the both of us. This seemed like exactly what he needed to finish himself off because he was barely a few strokes in when Brad let out a deep grunt that sounded animalistic.
"Oh fuck!" he cried out before shooting rope after rope of hot, thick cum.
Most of it landed against my round belly and chest, but Brad didn't let it stay there for long. Scooping it with his hand, he moved quickly to get my legs up and push his nut inside me. I shivered at the... weird... good?... unique sensation. I didn't know what to say, instead just wanting him to hurry up and finish me off. I didn't know how much longer I could wait.
Brad was still trying to make sure as much of his cum made it inside me before he let my legs drop.
"Clench your hole lil' bro, and give me one sec." He asked/ordered, though his post-nut voice had a nicer tone to it. I just nodded my head, frustrated beyond belief but not feeling bold enough to directly disobey.
He was gone for only a minute, returning with a small red plug in his hand. He presented it to me with a smile, asking "I want you to keep that load in ya during the walk home Jimmy. Sound good?"
I could only nod my head in agreement, and Brad was soon holding the plug to my mouth until I got the hint and licked it all over. Once it was slick enough my brother was able to press it into me fairly easily after all the stretching he had done. My breathing probably would've suggested the opposite, the feeling of being full in this way making my dick jolt and my breath get all uneven. These sensations were amplified when I felt the plug's presence inside me everytime I moved around as I tried to get comfortable.
Once Brad was satisfied that the it was planted deep inside me he tapped the base and sent a ripple through me. Failing to resist the shudder I had, I was surprised by his rough grip around my uncut dick as he pulled on it up and down.
I was going to beg him to go faster when we heard his phone go off. This earned the immediate release of my cock, and when I looked at Brad I frowned at his sympathetic smile when he offered his hand to help me up.
Pushing it away, I tried to stand on my own... Only I stumbled like a newborn calf as I tried to regain control of my exhausted legs. Brad was there to catch me though, making sure I was steady on my feet before running to see who was calling.
We definitely didn't wanna risk missing a call from Dad.
Only when Brad reached into his bag and pulled out the battered device, the self satisfied smile on his face instantly changed into a pissed frown.
"It was fucking Ryan. He sent a dozen texts and now he's trying to call me again and again." Brad said before sucking his breath in between his teeth and continuing. "He's saying that `We need to come home right now, or else.'"
My brother legit scoffed at that, probably annoyed that Ryan had thought he had any right to try and boss him around.
I was angry beyond belief at this point.
The kind of angry that makes ya want to scream.
It didn't matter if it was at Ryan or Brad at this point, it seemed like both of them wanted me to die of blue balls, and they were both on my shit last at this point. I was resigned to not being able to cum until later today at this point, though I was pretty fucking mad about it.
The strange feeling of the plug inside me only crossed my wires even more, and part of me thought of throwing it in the water when I reached for my pile of clothes. I decided to ignore Brad, turning my back to him once I started to get redressed only stopping after getting my socks on when I felt his hand on my shoulder.
"I know you're pissed, but I promise I'll make it up to you later."
I didn't look at him when he spoke, only turning when I felt him try to move me. My eyes were still looking anywhere but up at him as I tried to not give in. Even when he wrapped me in a hug and held me close up to him while talking to me and crushed my face against his chest.
"C'mon Jimmy, quit with the long face or you won't get your last little birthday surprise."
It was only when he mentioned another surprise that I pulled away and met his eyes.
"I knew that'd getcha." He joked before motioning for me to give him my hand. Once he had it, he slipped a small piece of fabric onto my palm and smiled proudly.
It took me a minute to realize what it was.
Honestly it looked like nothing more than a super small bag with some weird string handles before I realized that it was a thong.
Holding the thin piece of underwear in my hands and examining it, I could feel myself re-chub up. There was a pouch for my cock and balls, with a thin elastic waistband and an even thinner piece of elastic that went from the bottom of the pouch and connected in the back of the waistband. The material was sheer red and I could see my fingers underneath the fabric.
Brad watched me impatiently before I finally just sighed and undressed (again) before slipping them on.
I was both pissed and turned on, so I got the underwear on silently and just emanating bad vibes but I did it without any fighting. There was no use arguing, plus I kinda liked the idea of Brad telling me what underwear to have on. Even if the strap pressed the plug even deeper inside me.
I wanted to groan as I felt the surprisingly constrictive material prevented my cock from being able to fully expand comfortably. The thong was more than a little uncomfortable between my cheeks, and no matter how I tried to move to make myself comfy, and it felt like I was fucking myself with each step.
I'm sure I must've looked crazy, but the new feeling was both uncomfortable and made me even hornier. My pre-cum had already soaked through the material and when I looked down and saw it had started to seep through, I couldn't stop my hand from squeezing my bulge a few times before I felt Brad come up behind me.
While there was only a few inches of difference between us in height, he pulled me close and hugged me tight. One hand rubbed my fuzzy chest comfortingly, while the other pulled my hand away and moved it behind my back. I loved his touch and could feel another dribble of pre-cum escape me as I relaxed against him.
"We had to get you out of those plain old underwear of yours, and I gotta say.. you look great to me baby bro." Brad said, talking to me sweetly before leaning down to my neck and kissing from my collar bone to my ear. I shuddered as he did so, uselessly trying to pull away from him and mumbling something about needing to get dressed. He only shushed me, and I obeyed before he nibbled on my ear gently. This was enough to make my knees buckle, another strange but welcome sensation working its way through my body. He kept me close to him, using one of his hands to turn my head to his before I felt his lips against mine. My dick felt angrily hard now, ready for any sort of attention that could bring me off. Brad could've asked me to do whatever he wanted with only the potential promise of letting me cum and I would've obeyed.
"Please Brad" I begged after breaking the kiss, reaching my hands back to pull him closer to me and pressing my ass into the growing bulge in his jeans. This only earned me a laugh from my brother as he gave my ass a light slap and pulled away.
"There'll be time for that later Jimmy. But we gotta head home and deal with your idiot brother." Brad said before giving me a sympathetic shoulder rub. "Cheer up. I promised to take care of you later and I'll make good on that." and with that he pulled away and gave my the top of the thong a quick tug upwards into a wedgie that made me jolt.
After catching my breath, I was finally able to get redressed without any issue.
We were both silent now, the fun from our afternoon slowly fading away as the knot of anxiety in my stomach grew and overtook my annoyance. That feeling grew when I felt a buzz come from my pocket, and when I pulled out my phone and saw all the notifications on my homescreen I was downright fucking uneasy. The first had been from a few hours ago just after we left.
"where r u"
Scrolling I saw at least 15 more ranging from "cum home..." to "u bettr not b fuking him right now" and then that's when the notifications from texts to calls/voicemails. I didn't bother with messing with them. I knew that it'd just be more of the same. I put my phone back in my pocket without reading the latest message that had come through. Instead I looked up at Brad and saw that he was already waiting for me with an unreadable look on his face.
"Are ya ready?"
I nodded silently and started to think about what was going to happen when we got home. I had no idea what would be waiting for us when we arrived, but I knew this was probably going to be the most interesting birthday of my life.