Punked by my Little Brother
Introduction:
Jerry finds Rob jerking off when he gets home. Things get out of hand, then only get worse when Dad gets home!
I opened up the door and what I didn’t expect was to see Rob sitting on the toilet wanking his magnificent uncut cock.
He stopped his hand motion, but I could see the precum collecting in the little pool formed on the top the his dick by his foreskin. We both were silent and still, neither of us knowing what to say. Then I saw his dick pulse a little and the precum overflowed and ran down the under side of his cock. Seeing that I couldn’t help myself.
I turned the shower off and got down on my hands and knees and licked the precum off the underside of his dick before lapping up the rest with my tongue. I looked up and him and saw his wide staring eyes. “You ok with this little bro?” I asked before beginning the slow decent of my mouth down on his enormous dick.
Rob got dad’s genes, they are both jocks and hung like horses at probably over eight inches each, I have a respectable six and half inch penis, but its nothing to write home about. I look more like mom’s side of the family, thinner and shorter. At eighteen, you would think he was twenty one. At twenty one, I still looked sixteen.
Breathing through my nose, I swallowed and took him into my throat. I could feel the pulse of his heart in the stalk in my mouth. Rob moaned and took my head in his hands and started fucking my face.
“Fuck Jerry, that feels so good. I’d heard around that you were a cocksucker and little fagot, but I didn’t know until now just how good you really were. Shit, no one had taken me all the way before. I’m not going to last long.” I had a cheek in each hand and was pulling his ass to me as his hands pulled me down his cock.
I felt him tense as he started to unload down my throat. I pulled back and pumped up and down on his penis as he unloaded into my mouth. I wanted to taste him and he didn’t disappoint. Glob after glob of creamy man-curd pumped into my mouth. A little sweet, a little salty, a little bleachy, your typical senior high-schooler’s load.
When he was done, I sat back and savored my mouth full of treasure for a moment and then swallowed. His cock, which had begun to deflate, roared back into life when he saw that.
“So Jerry, how committed to the gay lifestyle are you?” he asked, reaching into the cupboard under the sink. What he pulled out was a jar of Vaseline. He stood up and came around behind me. His arms encircled me as he began to undo my pants. Then he pulled off my shoes and then with a little help from me, my pants and underwear.
I got down on my hands and knees as his hands ran over the globes of my ass. “Bubble-butt Jerry, remember when we used to call you that?” I nodded, not being able to speak. “You know why I stopped? Because it started to give me a hard-on.” I felt his finger on the rosebud of my ass and it slipped inside easily with all the petroleum jelly on it.
It was my turn to moan as he stuck first one, then two, then finally three fingers inside me and began to pump them in and out. “You’ve done this before haven’t you?” he laughed.
I felt his hands on both hips and I knew that what was knocking on my back door could only be one thing. He slid it in slowly. I tried to press back to get more, quicker, but he was having none of that. He set the pace, slow push in, quick pull out, slow in, quick out. He leaned over me and hugged his body to mine when he was fully in me. We both moaned and I could feel his breath on my ear.
“Gonna really fuck you now big bro. Fuck you like I’ve dreamed about since I stopped shooting blanks.” I lowered my head and squeezed him with my ass. I felt him jerk inside me and I knew he was shooting me full of pre-cum, making my ass even more velvety to his invading rod.
He pulled out slowly this time and rammed back in, his balls crashing into mine like one of those old desk toys where the balls batted each other. He began a rhythm of in, out, in, out, really punching my ass. I felt my head swimming. My man-cunt was loving what he was doing to me.
Then my lack of planning began to show itself. Every time he punched into me, I squirted just a little, not cum or precum, but pee. I had needed to pee so badly when I came in here, I just couldn’t help it. Roy noticed after a moment. “Are you peeing?” All I could do was nod my head.
Like the bastard little brother that he was, he couldn’t let it go, not when he could lord it over me. He took a hand off my hip and reached around me. Not to jerk my dick, but to press his hand into my bladder. I couldn’t help it, I just let go and began to pee. Fortunately the bathroom all tile and had a drain in the floor under the sink. As I finally ran out and Rob was hammering my ass, whacking my balls, rubbing my prostate, and I came without even touching myself.
He could feel my tightening up and laughed. “Got your cookies did ya? Good for you. After your blowjob, I can last for a while,” and he began to pound me again.
That was when someone behind us cleared his throat. Rob stopped, buried to the hilt inside me and we turned around to see dad, standing in the doorway. His pants were off and he was stroking his dick, which now looked even bigger than Rob’s. “How long have been punking your brother Rob? When did you finally get a piece of Bubble-Butt Jerry?”
“Honest dad, this is the first time. We won’t do it again!” He began to pull out.
“Why not? Jerry seems to like it.” He got on his knees beside us, and reached between Rob’s legs and fondled his testicles. “And you seem to be enjoying it. I love women, but I’ve had a man’s ass or two in my day.” Rob pushed back into me and again we both groaned.
That caused dad to laugh again, and he got around behind Rob. “W-what are you doing?” Rob asked in a shaky voice.
“What does it feel like son? I’m licking your ass. I don’t like petroleum jelly. I prefer spit.” With that, he put his dickhead up to Rob’s asshole.
“Relax Rob,” I said, “don’t tense up, or it will hurt worse. Cause it’s gonna hurt. Dad’s just too big.” Then he screamed as dad pushed himself into Rob’s virgin boycunt.
“Stop being such a big baby and take it like a man. Look at your brother there,” he reached around both of us and fondled my pissy, cummy dick. “He’s enjoying it.”
After a bit, the three of us found a rhythm. Slapping bodies and grunts and moans filled the room. It was just too much for me. I lowered my head to the floor and put my cheek on the piss covered tiles. “Gonna cum again Robby. Gonna cum soon.”
Then I felt dad increase the strength of his thrusts. “That’s it Rob, you’re taking me like a pro. When your brother cums, I want you to fill his ass with your seed and I’ll do the same to yours. Your wonderful tight young ass. Fuck you feel good.”
That did it, that sent me over the edge and my untouched cock began to piss out cum. I don’t think I had ever cum that much before in my life, but it just wouldn’t stop. Rob thrust into me and held himself there as dad continued to thrust into his ass. He squealed like a pig as he unloaded his balls into me. Then all thrusting stopped as dad grunted and filled Rob’s ass with its inaugural load.
Dad pulled out and came around and soul kissed both of us. Rob flinched at first at dad’s use of his tongue and I wondered if he tasted his own ass on dad’s lips, but if he did it was gone by the time he reached me.
Dad wiped himself clean with a washcloth and looked down at the two of us. I couldn’t move off the floor and Rob was still semi-hard in my ass. “You boys want to skip bowling this week when mom’s off to her pottery class?” We both nodded. “Though so.” He laughed as he walked down the hall to his room.
