Me and Bro CH 17
Me and Bro CH 17
It had been a week now since the fuck down at the roadside bar. Taking 13” of thick Mexican meanness was a tall order for a runt 15 y.o. I was still sore. But every time I thought about it, I grinned. I didn't know of anyone that could claim they took 13”, all the way. 'Cept my big bro, Matthew. He took a 13 incher once. But at least he got a shiny red Ducati out of the deal :)
So anyways. It's Saturday morning. Slow slow slow. I decide to head down to the basement, Matthew's room basically, and just take a shower. Matthew had one of those multi-spray shower heads that had a few message settings. It felt so fucking good on your back, and shoulders. One of them was so strong that if you got too close to it it would damm near cut ya.
Lot's of suds for the hair, but none in the pits, or ass crack. Matthew forbid it, lol. He would tell you that a boi should always smell like he's ready to get fucked. Corse for him, I usually was ready. I didn't even have to be in the mood. Matthew would playfully slam me down on his bed, belly down. Spreading me open like a wish-bone, he would dive his strong wet tongue right into my greasy hairy boi hole. It only took moments. One time I even counted. Seven seconds ! That's all it took---seven seconds and he had me vein poppin hard, ready to take on his massive 10 1/2” of thick cowboy cock.
But, this morning, it was Matthew that was already boned up. As I exit the shower and begin toweling off, I walk over into the room area of the basement. There he was—spread out in all his awesomeness. Even the straightest of dudes would sometimes get weak, just looking at him, mostly out of envy.
He was still a-sleep. On his back, like I said spread. Spread wide. His arms were up, with his hands locked behind his neck. He usually did that so as to fall a-sleep smelling his own funk from his ample bushy stinkin pits. Boy, Matthew could work up some pit funk. All the biker types loved him when he would come into the bars.
But anyway—Like I said, just kicked back spread open, and sportin that massive boner ! He was rock hard. Ten and 1/2” of thick mornin piss hard cowboy cock ! He was ozzing fuck juice, and it had formed a puddle on his belly, matting up the ample belly hair. Fuck, Matthew was just hairy everywhere !
I couldn't stand it. I drop the towel to the floor, and slowly creep over to him. Lucky for me, he was near the edge of the bed, so I didn't even have to touch it. I just bent over from the waist, and sticking out my tongue head right for that piss slit. “Just the tip”, as the tee-shirt said that he had. I gently tap the slit, licking up his awesome fuck juice. Or baby batter, he liked to call it. Then, inching my way up just a bit, I start lapping up the puddle embedded in his belly hair. But then back to the slit—it was a constant ooze. And fresh out, hot as fuck ! I got a boner in no time.
I had to be careful not to make any noise. Although a pretty sound sleeper most of the time, most any noise that didn't 'belong' there would wake him up. I finally open my mouth just a bit, just enough to get the tip. Just the head. Which in itself was a lot to the inexperienced cocksucker :) Big, thick mushroom. Trust me dawgs, when that thing hits ur hole, ur about to be opened up ! Like it or not.
I managed to get Matthew's head fully into my mouth without him stirring. Just down to the crown. Although cut, he was still a bit cheesy this morning. I really never care about a 'dirty crown', but fuck it, it was my big bro !
I sucked gently on his head, and it only took a few moments before it leaped. Even sleeping, it didn't take a lot of stimulus to make Matthew's dick jump. I just kind of grinned, then proceeded to inch my way down. I spent the next 15 minutes or so gradually swallowing my big bro, finally reaching his pubes. Gawd—what a forest! Matthew's pubes stretched way over to his thighs. But the best funk—the absolute best, was right under his balls. The hair between his balls and ass-hole was thick as tree moss. It was almost always wet, from the fuck juice constantly leaking from his piss slit, and just the daily sweat from being trapped in a tight pair of 501's. It was sticky, and funky like a locker room. My dick was so hard now I thought I was gonna blow, without even touching it.
Then suddenly, Matthew grabs the back of my head with his huge football hand, and shoves it. He shoves it deep, all the way to his balls. He arcs his hips upward, and just holds me there. I knew at once what was coming. The morning piss.
Matthew cuts loose with a thick powerful stream of nasty morning cowboy piss. Gawd-damm he was nasty. Must have been drinking whiskey last night. I clenched my eyes shut as I swallow down hard as he fills my belly. It seemed to come forever. Just hearing him piss from upstairs I knew he had some massive piss loads, just like his cum loads. I hopped I could take it all down without puking up on him. But, it kept coming, and I kept swallowing. It was so fast, and hard that finally I could'nt even swallow it all fast enough. I started loosing it, now dripping out of my mouth and soaking his pubes, and dripping down under his balls. He was surely wet now :) Matthew slaps me upside my head for spilling his piss, more so really for getting his sheets wet. That would be my job later as well.
And it kept coming. CHRIST ! I had seen horses that didn't piss this much. I swear the stream lasted for a full minute. I kept gulping as hard as I could until finally he was done. I came up off his dick and let out probably the longest, loudest belch I ever had. Matthew actually grinned. Then, grabbing himself a fist-full of my hair, just barked “Back to work”.
Now moving up more over him, resting my arms over his belly and thighs, I free-handedly take Matthew's dick back into my mouth. Slowly inching my way down, then back up to the tip, then down again. Applying just modest pressure kept his dick hard, really super hard. I assumed I was headed for one good fuck down this morning, but, that never happened.
For the next 90 minutes, yup—and hour and half I slowly suck my big bro's cock. Up and down, up and down, all the while him getting thicker and thicker. His head was swollen now like a dog's, and his fuck juice was flowing forth like he was slowly cumming. It was an awesome taste, maybe even better than his cum. And hot---damm his juices were hot.
As my throat gradually became sore, I continue with the service my big bro had come to expect. Swallowing his massiveness with each down stroke. Matthew had told me several times I was probably the best cock-sucker in Texas. And to just be 15 years old, that was quite a compliment ! He even said one time he was going to take me to Dallas and whore me out. In one week-end, he said, we could make a fortune.
Finally, the moment approaches. There were tell-tales signs that Matthew couldn't control. First, the thighs would start trembling. Then, he would pull his feet up, stretching the calves, and curling his toes downward. Then, near the end, his abs would start to pop up --- all eight of them. Then he would grab each side of my head, and holding me tight, shove. Lifting his ass totally off the bed, Matthew shoves his massive fuck meat all the way down my throat. I swear his enormous mushroom head had entered my stomach ! And he explodes. He explodes like a ton of dynamite. The nut was so intense that even he let out a rebel yell. And he came. And he came. And he came—fuck, he shot 13 shots of his thick rich cowboy cum straight into my belly. I barely even tasted it, but it only took moments for him to fill my gut. His cum was wonderful. Just one mouthful, and anyone could understand why men would pay out the ass for it. I gulped, and gulped, and gulped. Holy fuck---it was like the holy grail !
I had been sucking my big bro's dick now since I was 13, but I think this morning was definitely the biggest load Matthew had ever blown. It had to be a world record :)
I hadn't even noticed that Matthew was now sweating from virtually every inch of his body. His balls, and ass crack were drenched. His fore-head, chest and back were even dripping with sweat, like he had been in a boxing match. And best of all, those pits ! It was only then I realized that Matthew now stunk like a pig basting in the sun. Oh DAMM what a funk. I couldn't help it. I roll over off my big bro's belly, and laying flat on my back, I blow as well. Not even touching my dick, I send my own trails of solid rope flying over my head, hitting the concrete wall behind us. Like my big bro, I came fore-ever. I nearly blacked out it was so intense, and saturated my chest and belly.
In a rare moment, Matthew rakes three fingers up my belly and chest, and scooping up my jizz, aims his fingers for his mouth. He sucks it up rapidly, then bends over me and licks up the rest from my body with his tongue. He would never comment about it, but I knew he loved my boy juice just as much as I loved his.
My stomach suddenly begin to flip, and I started to shake. “I'm gonna puke” !
I jump from the bed and dart for the bathroom. Matthew shouts back at me, “You can puke up that piss, cause I know it was nasty. But if you puke up my junk, I'm gonna have to beat you up” !
What the fuck ? Now, how the fuck am I sposed to do that ?
It had been a week now since the fuck down at the roadside bar. Taking 13” of thick Mexican meanness was a tall order for a runt 15 y.o. I was still sore. But every time I thought about it, I grinned. I didn't know of anyone that could claim they took 13”, all the way. 'Cept my big bro, Matthew. He took a 13 incher once. But at least he got a shiny red Ducati out of the deal :)
So anyways. It's Saturday morning. Slow slow slow. I decide to head down to the basement, Matthew's room basically, and just take a shower. Matthew had one of those multi-spray shower heads that had a few message settings. It felt so fucking good on your back, and shoulders. One of them was so strong that if you got too close to it it would damm near cut ya.
Lot's of suds for the hair, but none in the pits, or ass crack. Matthew forbid it, lol. He would tell you that a boi should always smell like he's ready to get fucked. Corse for him, I usually was ready. I didn't even have to be in the mood. Matthew would playfully slam me down on his bed, belly down. Spreading me open like a wish-bone, he would dive his strong wet tongue right into my greasy hairy boi hole. It only took moments. One time I even counted. Seven seconds ! That's all it took---seven seconds and he had me vein poppin hard, ready to take on his massive 10 1/2” of thick cowboy cock.
But, this morning, it was Matthew that was already boned up. As I exit the shower and begin toweling off, I walk over into the room area of the basement. There he was—spread out in all his awesomeness. Even the straightest of dudes would sometimes get weak, just looking at him, mostly out of envy.
He was still a-sleep. On his back, like I said spread. Spread wide. His arms were up, with his hands locked behind his neck. He usually did that so as to fall a-sleep smelling his own funk from his ample bushy stinkin pits. Boy, Matthew could work up some pit funk. All the biker types loved him when he would come into the bars.
But anyway—Like I said, just kicked back spread open, and sportin that massive boner ! He was rock hard. Ten and 1/2” of thick mornin piss hard cowboy cock ! He was ozzing fuck juice, and it had formed a puddle on his belly, matting up the ample belly hair. Fuck, Matthew was just hairy everywhere !
I couldn't stand it. I drop the towel to the floor, and slowly creep over to him. Lucky for me, he was near the edge of the bed, so I didn't even have to touch it. I just bent over from the waist, and sticking out my tongue head right for that piss slit. “Just the tip”, as the tee-shirt said that he had. I gently tap the slit, licking up his awesome fuck juice. Or baby batter, he liked to call it. Then, inching my way up just a bit, I start lapping up the puddle embedded in his belly hair. But then back to the slit—it was a constant ooze. And fresh out, hot as fuck ! I got a boner in no time.
I had to be careful not to make any noise. Although a pretty sound sleeper most of the time, most any noise that didn't 'belong' there would wake him up. I finally open my mouth just a bit, just enough to get the tip. Just the head. Which in itself was a lot to the inexperienced cocksucker :) Big, thick mushroom. Trust me dawgs, when that thing hits ur hole, ur about to be opened up ! Like it or not.
I managed to get Matthew's head fully into my mouth without him stirring. Just down to the crown. Although cut, he was still a bit cheesy this morning. I really never care about a 'dirty crown', but fuck it, it was my big bro !
I sucked gently on his head, and it only took a few moments before it leaped. Even sleeping, it didn't take a lot of stimulus to make Matthew's dick jump. I just kind of grinned, then proceeded to inch my way down. I spent the next 15 minutes or so gradually swallowing my big bro, finally reaching his pubes. Gawd—what a forest! Matthew's pubes stretched way over to his thighs. But the best funk—the absolute best, was right under his balls. The hair between his balls and ass-hole was thick as tree moss. It was almost always wet, from the fuck juice constantly leaking from his piss slit, and just the daily sweat from being trapped in a tight pair of 501's. It was sticky, and funky like a locker room. My dick was so hard now I thought I was gonna blow, without even touching it.
Then suddenly, Matthew grabs the back of my head with his huge football hand, and shoves it. He shoves it deep, all the way to his balls. He arcs his hips upward, and just holds me there. I knew at once what was coming. The morning piss.
Matthew cuts loose with a thick powerful stream of nasty morning cowboy piss. Gawd-damm he was nasty. Must have been drinking whiskey last night. I clenched my eyes shut as I swallow down hard as he fills my belly. It seemed to come forever. Just hearing him piss from upstairs I knew he had some massive piss loads, just like his cum loads. I hopped I could take it all down without puking up on him. But, it kept coming, and I kept swallowing. It was so fast, and hard that finally I could'nt even swallow it all fast enough. I started loosing it, now dripping out of my mouth and soaking his pubes, and dripping down under his balls. He was surely wet now :) Matthew slaps me upside my head for spilling his piss, more so really for getting his sheets wet. That would be my job later as well.
And it kept coming. CHRIST ! I had seen horses that didn't piss this much. I swear the stream lasted for a full minute. I kept gulping as hard as I could until finally he was done. I came up off his dick and let out probably the longest, loudest belch I ever had. Matthew actually grinned. Then, grabbing himself a fist-full of my hair, just barked “Back to work”.
Now moving up more over him, resting my arms over his belly and thighs, I free-handedly take Matthew's dick back into my mouth. Slowly inching my way down, then back up to the tip, then down again. Applying just modest pressure kept his dick hard, really super hard. I assumed I was headed for one good fuck down this morning, but, that never happened.
For the next 90 minutes, yup—and hour and half I slowly suck my big bro's cock. Up and down, up and down, all the while him getting thicker and thicker. His head was swollen now like a dog's, and his fuck juice was flowing forth like he was slowly cumming. It was an awesome taste, maybe even better than his cum. And hot---damm his juices were hot.
As my throat gradually became sore, I continue with the service my big bro had come to expect. Swallowing his massiveness with each down stroke. Matthew had told me several times I was probably the best cock-sucker in Texas. And to just be 15 years old, that was quite a compliment ! He even said one time he was going to take me to Dallas and whore me out. In one week-end, he said, we could make a fortune.
Finally, the moment approaches. There were tell-tales signs that Matthew couldn't control. First, the thighs would start trembling. Then, he would pull his feet up, stretching the calves, and curling his toes downward. Then, near the end, his abs would start to pop up --- all eight of them. Then he would grab each side of my head, and holding me tight, shove. Lifting his ass totally off the bed, Matthew shoves his massive fuck meat all the way down my throat. I swear his enormous mushroom head had entered my stomach ! And he explodes. He explodes like a ton of dynamite. The nut was so intense that even he let out a rebel yell. And he came. And he came. And he came—fuck, he shot 13 shots of his thick rich cowboy cum straight into my belly. I barely even tasted it, but it only took moments for him to fill my gut. His cum was wonderful. Just one mouthful, and anyone could understand why men would pay out the ass for it. I gulped, and gulped, and gulped. Holy fuck---it was like the holy grail !
I had been sucking my big bro's dick now since I was 13, but I think this morning was definitely the biggest load Matthew had ever blown. It had to be a world record :)
I hadn't even noticed that Matthew was now sweating from virtually every inch of his body. His balls, and ass crack were drenched. His fore-head, chest and back were even dripping with sweat, like he had been in a boxing match. And best of all, those pits ! It was only then I realized that Matthew now stunk like a pig basting in the sun. Oh DAMM what a funk. I couldn't help it. I roll over off my big bro's belly, and laying flat on my back, I blow as well. Not even touching my dick, I send my own trails of solid rope flying over my head, hitting the concrete wall behind us. Like my big bro, I came fore-ever. I nearly blacked out it was so intense, and saturated my chest and belly.
In a rare moment, Matthew rakes three fingers up my belly and chest, and scooping up my jizz, aims his fingers for his mouth. He sucks it up rapidly, then bends over me and licks up the rest from my body with his tongue. He would never comment about it, but I knew he loved my boy juice just as much as I loved his.
My stomach suddenly begin to flip, and I started to shake. “I'm gonna puke” !
I jump from the bed and dart for the bathroom. Matthew shouts back at me, “You can puke up that piss, cause I know it was nasty. But if you puke up my junk, I'm gonna have to beat you up” !
What the fuck ? Now, how the fuck am I sposed to do that ?
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