Me and Bro CH 9
Me and Bro CH 9
Now---when my big bro, Matthew, plants his big ass sz 14 jock foot on the brake pedal of the school bus, you know that puppy is about to stop. As Matthew would ease the bus off the side of the road, he would then typically kick back in his drivers seat, and looking up at that big ass rear view mirror, stare your ass down until you shut the fuck up, and sit the fuck down. You see—Matthew didn't put up with no bull-shit on the school bus. And, if he had to pull that maneuver more than twice, (that's the whole year ya'll, not just one trip) he would put ur ass off the bus ! Yup.
No one ever questioned Matthew's decisions or authority. Not the school board, or even parents. If Matthew Dillon decided to put ur ass off the bus, then there was plenty enough reason to do so. Word had it around school last year that after dis-embarking Johnny Mathis, and after him completing the last seven miles walking home, his dad gave him a nice warm ass beatin after explaining why he was walking home.
Anyway—the point in all this intro is simple---it made my dick hard. REAL fuckin hard. Anytime I got to see my big bro in actions of authority, it gave me a boner. Especially in matters of discipline, or punishment. I was ready to drop to my knees and be his slut boi right then, and there.
So, on this day, I knew where Matthew would be right after school. The weight cage down in the locker room at the field house. One of my favorite places to catch him---hot, sweaty, and horny.
I walked into the field house about 3:30 that afternoon. Matthew was already going at it. I could hear him groaning as I approached the cage. 'Cept, lifting weights was not what he was doing---at least at the moment. Mandy Johnson was straddled across his face as he lay on his back on the weight bench. It was quite clear—Matthew had his tongue so far up her cunt that she couldn't help but moan and groan. She was one of the cheerleaders, which Matthew had fucked all of. You know---cheerleaders and football players. Especially our all-star quarter-back !
Matthew's hairy legs were spread wide, making for a firm foundation. Sportin a massive bulge in his just too tite jockstrap made me start trembling just standing there looking at it. His bush was so dark and thick that you could see it through the mesh material of the jock. And, since he was eating pussy, that jock was already wet from oozing fuck juice. Yup—my bro was ready to pop already !
So anyways, I'm just standing there watching, rubbing on my junk when Matthew notices me. “Well hey there lil bro---walk on around and stick ur dick in her mouth” he exclamined with a big shit eatin grin. Mandy reacts kinda nervous like, saying she didn't want to suck no dick. But Matthew just informed her that if she wanted him to keep his tongue way up in her sloppy cunt, then she better get busy suckin dick.
So---it was on. Matthew continued to eat her out, while Mandy choked down on my pretty impressive 8” dick. And 8” is pretty damm impressive hangin on a 14 year old ! She couldn't of course take it all down like some of the dudes at school had done, but she could get about half. Plus she had a pretty good tongue which felt awesome as fuck slashing around my swelled up mushroom head, and piss slit. I'm pretty sure my big bro taught her that :)
So anyways, this goes on for about 20 minutes or so getting hotter and louder all the while. Then there was a loud slamming of the main entry doors, so we all jumped up and I threw a dumbell at Matthew as Mandy jumps up and fixes her skirt. “Well thanks Matthew” she exclaims nervously as she heads for the exit.
It was coach Johnson. He was just coming in to do some office work. I thought it odd that the coaches office was in the field house, rather than somewhere in the main school building, like the gym or something. But anyway---
I continued to spot Matthew as he got pretty heavy into his workout. The sweat started pouring from his pits, soaking them, and down his back. This too made my dick hard, which it already was from Mandy's pretty awesome head, so now, like my big bro, the heavy blood veins started really swelling up, and I was now leaking fuck juice almost like I was coming. “Whew---I need some water Matthew”. The funk from Matthew's pits was making my head spin. Matthew barely acknowledged me with a grunt as I proceeded out of the cage into the main locker room. Guzzling down a few gulps of ice cold water made my head cool off a bit, but it did nothing for my now aching boner. I walked by coach Johnson's office on my way back, then suddenly had an evil thought :).
I lightly tapped on the door frame, and coach looked up and invited me in. “What's on your mind young Dillon”? He asked all cheerful n shit. I kinda smirked a bit and told the coach I had been having this issue, but it was real sensitive and I was kinda nervous about going to the doc.
“Well, ok Dustin, we will help you out if we can---but keep in mind I'm not a doctor, just a high-school football coach. “Ya coach, that's cool. I figure since you dealt with jocks all the time then you might could help, or tell me what to do”
“Ok Dustin---so what's the problem”? “Well coach, it's my asshole”.
Coach raised his eyebrows, and almost cracked a slight smirk. “Ok, what seems to be the problem with your asshole”? Coach stands up and walks over to close the door. As he does this, I quickly drop my pants and lean over his desk.
“Well, it itches sometimes coach—it's real bothersome. I wonder if maybe you could check it out and see if I had a wild hair or something. It's kinda like a tickle-itch if ya will”.
Coach cleared his throat as he was probably thinking how did he get himself into this one, but he nervously replied 'ok'. I mean, I was already bent over his desk, spreading my moderately hairy ass cheeks.
Coach lightly grasped my ass cheeks and spread them just a bit. I assume he was staring down my slightly hairy hole, thinking I was pretty developed for my age. I could feel his hot breath tickling the hairs in my hole, therefore knew he was pretty close.
“Well, coach---you see anything”. Naa, not really. You got a few hairs in there, but they seem long and silky—not stiff enough to cause an ingrown”.
“Ya---maybe if you stuck ur finger in or something. I mean, that's what the doc would do”. “Probably Dustin, but like I said---I'm not a doc, so I wouldn't know what to feel for”.
“I think, coach, that once you stick ur finger in my tite lil hole, ur gonna think of something else to stick in it” with a big smirk.
“Ummm Dillon, I think that was a bit over the line there, and definitely not medical. There's nothing wrong with you at all, is it”?
“Oh there's definitely something wrong coach, and I need something big and thick to take care of it”. “Dillon—-I think we need to----”
“What I think coach is you got a tite 14 yo ass bent over your desk right now—all ripe n greasy, and spread wide fuckin open. Whatcha gonna do coach”?
“Dillon, seriously son, we need to end this conversation”
“I think, coach, that you need to slam that big hard coach cock up in my guts and see if you can dick ur dick dirty. And did I mention I like it hard ? Real hard, coach. REAL fuckin hard”. I pulled a bit more, opening my hole up as big as I could. I worked up a mouthful of spit n snot, and worked it around my hole. Coach wasn't as long as Matthew, maybe 71/2” or so, but he was super thick. And I wanted it. Judging from his super thick fingers, if his dick was anywhere near as thick, this would be a hole stretcher.
Coach couldn't stand it anymore, and I heard the slight sounds of belt buckles and coaches shorts dropping to the floor. He grabs my ass cheeks again, and spreading me open, pops it in me. And yes baby, coach was thick ! Real fuckin thick. I felt my tite lil boi cunt stretch rapidly, so fast I think he tore me just a bit. I guess that's why it felt so fuckin good. I loved a good violent fuck. Oh ya, it hurt like hell, but it felt so good at the same time.
Coaches breathing picked up at once. He was huffing like he was running a marathon. “Oh ya coach—I knew you fuckin wanted that shit. Now come on---tear it the fuck up coach. Hurt me !
I grinned to myself as coach really started putting it to me. It was a good hard fuck, and I could feel him bottoming out with each plunge, as he passed through my upper hole. His enormous mushroom head stretched my colon more than any shit I had ever took as he entered my guts.
It didn't take long actually, and as coach's breathing continued to get heavier, so did the plows into my ass. Then, suddenly, he blew. Coach slammed into my ass like a battering ram, pushing me across his desk each time. He shot about seven shots of his thick heavy jock cum into my guts. I couldn't wait to taste it :)
I made a few noises to make it good for coach, then as he finally pulled out of me, I spun around and dropped to my knees. Before he could do anything, I grab coach's cock and swallow it down. Sucking down the coating of his strong jock cum, and my ass slime, made me blow across the floor without even touching my own dick. It was a massive eruption---just like my big bro. About 10 shots I throw right between coach's hairy legs. Then, just to show him what a pig I was, after I was done cleaning his cock, I drop down on my belly and suck up my load from the floor. Coach was just standing there staring at me, wondering what kind of fuckin a****l I must be, lol.
“Aight you pig—time to go home”
It was Matthew. He was standing in the doorway. I don't know how long he had been there. “Don't worry coach—nobody's gonna rat you out. Dustin is just a pig”
I yank my pants up and proceed to follow my big bro across the parking lot to the jeep. As we hop in, Matthew softly says to me, “You know ur lil punk ass is in trouble, right” ?
“Yes sir, Matthew”
Now---when my big bro, Matthew, plants his big ass sz 14 jock foot on the brake pedal of the school bus, you know that puppy is about to stop. As Matthew would ease the bus off the side of the road, he would then typically kick back in his drivers seat, and looking up at that big ass rear view mirror, stare your ass down until you shut the fuck up, and sit the fuck down. You see—Matthew didn't put up with no bull-shit on the school bus. And, if he had to pull that maneuver more than twice, (that's the whole year ya'll, not just one trip) he would put ur ass off the bus ! Yup.
No one ever questioned Matthew's decisions or authority. Not the school board, or even parents. If Matthew Dillon decided to put ur ass off the bus, then there was plenty enough reason to do so. Word had it around school last year that after dis-embarking Johnny Mathis, and after him completing the last seven miles walking home, his dad gave him a nice warm ass beatin after explaining why he was walking home.
Anyway—the point in all this intro is simple---it made my dick hard. REAL fuckin hard. Anytime I got to see my big bro in actions of authority, it gave me a boner. Especially in matters of discipline, or punishment. I was ready to drop to my knees and be his slut boi right then, and there.
So, on this day, I knew where Matthew would be right after school. The weight cage down in the locker room at the field house. One of my favorite places to catch him---hot, sweaty, and horny.
I walked into the field house about 3:30 that afternoon. Matthew was already going at it. I could hear him groaning as I approached the cage. 'Cept, lifting weights was not what he was doing---at least at the moment. Mandy Johnson was straddled across his face as he lay on his back on the weight bench. It was quite clear—Matthew had his tongue so far up her cunt that she couldn't help but moan and groan. She was one of the cheerleaders, which Matthew had fucked all of. You know---cheerleaders and football players. Especially our all-star quarter-back !
Matthew's hairy legs were spread wide, making for a firm foundation. Sportin a massive bulge in his just too tite jockstrap made me start trembling just standing there looking at it. His bush was so dark and thick that you could see it through the mesh material of the jock. And, since he was eating pussy, that jock was already wet from oozing fuck juice. Yup—my bro was ready to pop already !
So anyways, I'm just standing there watching, rubbing on my junk when Matthew notices me. “Well hey there lil bro---walk on around and stick ur dick in her mouth” he exclamined with a big shit eatin grin. Mandy reacts kinda nervous like, saying she didn't want to suck no dick. But Matthew just informed her that if she wanted him to keep his tongue way up in her sloppy cunt, then she better get busy suckin dick.
So---it was on. Matthew continued to eat her out, while Mandy choked down on my pretty impressive 8” dick. And 8” is pretty damm impressive hangin on a 14 year old ! She couldn't of course take it all down like some of the dudes at school had done, but she could get about half. Plus she had a pretty good tongue which felt awesome as fuck slashing around my swelled up mushroom head, and piss slit. I'm pretty sure my big bro taught her that :)
So anyways, this goes on for about 20 minutes or so getting hotter and louder all the while. Then there was a loud slamming of the main entry doors, so we all jumped up and I threw a dumbell at Matthew as Mandy jumps up and fixes her skirt. “Well thanks Matthew” she exclaims nervously as she heads for the exit.
It was coach Johnson. He was just coming in to do some office work. I thought it odd that the coaches office was in the field house, rather than somewhere in the main school building, like the gym or something. But anyway---
I continued to spot Matthew as he got pretty heavy into his workout. The sweat started pouring from his pits, soaking them, and down his back. This too made my dick hard, which it already was from Mandy's pretty awesome head, so now, like my big bro, the heavy blood veins started really swelling up, and I was now leaking fuck juice almost like I was coming. “Whew---I need some water Matthew”. The funk from Matthew's pits was making my head spin. Matthew barely acknowledged me with a grunt as I proceeded out of the cage into the main locker room. Guzzling down a few gulps of ice cold water made my head cool off a bit, but it did nothing for my now aching boner. I walked by coach Johnson's office on my way back, then suddenly had an evil thought :).
I lightly tapped on the door frame, and coach looked up and invited me in. “What's on your mind young Dillon”? He asked all cheerful n shit. I kinda smirked a bit and told the coach I had been having this issue, but it was real sensitive and I was kinda nervous about going to the doc.
“Well, ok Dustin, we will help you out if we can---but keep in mind I'm not a doctor, just a high-school football coach. “Ya coach, that's cool. I figure since you dealt with jocks all the time then you might could help, or tell me what to do”
“Ok Dustin---so what's the problem”? “Well coach, it's my asshole”.
Coach raised his eyebrows, and almost cracked a slight smirk. “Ok, what seems to be the problem with your asshole”? Coach stands up and walks over to close the door. As he does this, I quickly drop my pants and lean over his desk.
“Well, it itches sometimes coach—it's real bothersome. I wonder if maybe you could check it out and see if I had a wild hair or something. It's kinda like a tickle-itch if ya will”.
Coach cleared his throat as he was probably thinking how did he get himself into this one, but he nervously replied 'ok'. I mean, I was already bent over his desk, spreading my moderately hairy ass cheeks.
Coach lightly grasped my ass cheeks and spread them just a bit. I assume he was staring down my slightly hairy hole, thinking I was pretty developed for my age. I could feel his hot breath tickling the hairs in my hole, therefore knew he was pretty close.
“Well, coach---you see anything”. Naa, not really. You got a few hairs in there, but they seem long and silky—not stiff enough to cause an ingrown”.
“Ya---maybe if you stuck ur finger in or something. I mean, that's what the doc would do”. “Probably Dustin, but like I said---I'm not a doc, so I wouldn't know what to feel for”.
“I think, coach, that once you stick ur finger in my tite lil hole, ur gonna think of something else to stick in it” with a big smirk.
“Ummm Dillon, I think that was a bit over the line there, and definitely not medical. There's nothing wrong with you at all, is it”?
“Oh there's definitely something wrong coach, and I need something big and thick to take care of it”. “Dillon—-I think we need to----”
“What I think coach is you got a tite 14 yo ass bent over your desk right now—all ripe n greasy, and spread wide fuckin open. Whatcha gonna do coach”?
“Dillon, seriously son, we need to end this conversation”
“I think, coach, that you need to slam that big hard coach cock up in my guts and see if you can dick ur dick dirty. And did I mention I like it hard ? Real hard, coach. REAL fuckin hard”. I pulled a bit more, opening my hole up as big as I could. I worked up a mouthful of spit n snot, and worked it around my hole. Coach wasn't as long as Matthew, maybe 71/2” or so, but he was super thick. And I wanted it. Judging from his super thick fingers, if his dick was anywhere near as thick, this would be a hole stretcher.
Coach couldn't stand it anymore, and I heard the slight sounds of belt buckles and coaches shorts dropping to the floor. He grabs my ass cheeks again, and spreading me open, pops it in me. And yes baby, coach was thick ! Real fuckin thick. I felt my tite lil boi cunt stretch rapidly, so fast I think he tore me just a bit. I guess that's why it felt so fuckin good. I loved a good violent fuck. Oh ya, it hurt like hell, but it felt so good at the same time.
Coaches breathing picked up at once. He was huffing like he was running a marathon. “Oh ya coach—I knew you fuckin wanted that shit. Now come on---tear it the fuck up coach. Hurt me !
I grinned to myself as coach really started putting it to me. It was a good hard fuck, and I could feel him bottoming out with each plunge, as he passed through my upper hole. His enormous mushroom head stretched my colon more than any shit I had ever took as he entered my guts.
It didn't take long actually, and as coach's breathing continued to get heavier, so did the plows into my ass. Then, suddenly, he blew. Coach slammed into my ass like a battering ram, pushing me across his desk each time. He shot about seven shots of his thick heavy jock cum into my guts. I couldn't wait to taste it :)
I made a few noises to make it good for coach, then as he finally pulled out of me, I spun around and dropped to my knees. Before he could do anything, I grab coach's cock and swallow it down. Sucking down the coating of his strong jock cum, and my ass slime, made me blow across the floor without even touching my own dick. It was a massive eruption---just like my big bro. About 10 shots I throw right between coach's hairy legs. Then, just to show him what a pig I was, after I was done cleaning his cock, I drop down on my belly and suck up my load from the floor. Coach was just standing there staring at me, wondering what kind of fuckin a****l I must be, lol.
“Aight you pig—time to go home”
It was Matthew. He was standing in the doorway. I don't know how long he had been there. “Don't worry coach—nobody's gonna rat you out. Dustin is just a pig”
I yank my pants up and proceed to follow my big bro across the parking lot to the jeep. As we hop in, Matthew softly says to me, “You know ur lil punk ass is in trouble, right” ?
“Yes sir, Matthew”
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