"My hole has a mind of it's own" Part four
by wootel@gmail.com
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In the morning, I heard my ass rumbling, "Hungry?" I asked sleepily. I slowly got up, stretching and yawning. It was a beautiful morning, a big contrast from yesterday's cold. The sun was shining through, warming me up for the day. My morning wood bounced against my abs as I walked towards my shower, turning on the warm water.
As the warm water slid down my body, I felt my ass open and close a bit - Must be thirsty, I thought. I washed myself clean, and took a piss to get rid of my morning wood. "What should we have for breakfast?" I thought, as I walked down stairs, while toweling off my body.
I saw my big bro, Jason, resting on the couch and watching TV in his boxers. Like I've mentioned before, my Dad never really cared for what we wore, or what we didn't wore for that matter. He told us to "Be men, and men are never constrained against anything."
"Morning bro," he said groggily, waving a hand at my.
"Hey, day off?" I asked.
"Yeah, been sore with all the work lately, Dad said I could take a break today."
I nodded, and then I noticed how beautiful my brother looked. I never saw him like that before, but now, there he was sitting there, his defined muscles glistening lightly under the sunlight that entered through the windows, he was such a magnificent boy... no, man. At nineteen, he was still young, still had the same energy I had now, being seventeen.
Why was I thinking this? Was I really thinking my brother was hot? My ass throbbed when my eyes fell over his boxers, a slight bulge noticeable. My cock began to lengthen a bit, and my brother noticed I was still standing there. "Bro?"
"Oh sorry, lost in thought." I said as I quickly walked to the fridge, and tried to take my mind off of him.
I didn't feel hungry, I had no appetite actually. But my asshole did. It was grumbling a bit, itching for food. "How am I supposed to feed you? I'm not hungry..." I thought, and then the answer came to me, "No, I can't do that here, not with him sitting over there!" I thought. My asshole began to throb almost violently, making me groan.
"You alright?" my brother asked, turning his head.
"Yeah Yeah, just hungry man!" I said, as I grabbed another cucumber (Note to self, buy more cucumbers), and hid it under my towel, and sped upstairs. My brother called out, "I thought you were hungry?"
"I'll just have something at school!" I yelled down, and quickly got into my room and closed the door.
"Okay, okay, fine, here we go okay?" I said to my hole, feeling overpowered by a body part.
"Drool a little boy," I said. I loved to talk to it like that, it was my pet in a way, yet it controlled me in such a way that I felt like we were more just a friend-friend relationship, then an authoritarian one.
I felt my ass drool tingle down my asshole. I got into position, on my back, legs in the air. I nudged the cucumber at my hole slowly, "Gentle now..."
I felt my hole grip onto the cucumber's head. "You sure like these cukes boy," I breathed, as it pulled it in. It felt amazing, it was almost as if I was being fucked by my own hole, but this wasn't pleasure time, it was feeding time.
The cucumber went in with a plop, and my cock spasmed at the feeling of fullness, and then I came. Ropes after ropes of semen splattered my abs and pecs, and I moaned loudly, forgetting my brother was in the house. I hadn't even touched myself, and I came!
I exhaustedly moaned "Good boy... good boy.." over and over, rubbing my wet hole. It purred proudly, knowing it had pleased me.
"You okay, Josh?" I heard my brother call from downstairs.
Shit! "I'm fine! Just tripped over something!" I yelled back, wiping the cum off with my towel. What should I wear today? I thought, running around trying to find something that would be suitable.
My eye caught my swimmer's jock, something I wore occasionally, and my asshole throbbed. "You want it, boy?" I said, knowing it'd like the freedom of a jockstrap. It'd be able to breathe, compared to a tight brief.
"Only if you don't drool," I said almost fatherly. I felt it nudge in agreement, and I slipped the jockstrap on. It did feel wonderful, and my hole throbbed in comfort. "Like it, dontcha boy? So do I."
I slipped on some loose tennis shorts, pulled on a quick t-shirt, and slipped into my flip flops. I went back downstairs and grabbed my back pack, and began to walk out the door. My brother called back at me, "See ya bro!"
"Bye!" I said hurriedly. I breathed in the fresh air, and sped towards school.
To be continued...
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