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Thanks Nifty for providing us all with a resource for being able to spill our nut! Please donate to Nifty if you can! They're doing this for all of us! ------------------------------------------ This story is a spin-off of Back To The Stuy (in Adult Friends), and takes place when the main character, Ish, is learning how to be a proud slut. ------------------------------------------ Before The Stuy Chapter 13
It was very rare that no one was at my parents' house during the weekend, even if they were busy with work, my Mum and Dad always found a way to be home by noon every Sunday. When they called me the Wednesday before midterm week to ask if I could house-sit from Friday until Monday morning, I jumped at the chance to get some peace and quiet. Living in a house with over twenty guys was always loud, even during the unspoken "quiet hours" you'd hear some kind of noise. I needed to study for my tests, and knew that the dog my parents rescued wouldn't be as annoying as the brothers. Kal offered me his place, knowing that it'd be less busy than the frat house, but I honestly didn't want to have to wear clothes knowing that his cousin would be around. At most, I'd be in a pair of boxer briefs or going commando under my shorts, or long shirts, when at the house. Of course Sean drove us to my parents', needing to escape as well. It was the perfect excuse to go check on his Mom while Cory was still on tour.
On Friday night, while Sean was with his Mom, I ate dinner by myself and studied after walking and feeding the dog. After midnight I finally turned off the lights after reading weeks' worth of notes and brushing up on chapters I'd forgotten about. The only noise to be heard was the dog playing with a chew toy while on my bed. I'd forgotten what quietness actually sounded like.
On Saturday afternoon, I cleaned the house for my parents so that I could procrastinate a bit before opening another textbook. My naked body was covered in dust, and I smelled like a weird combination of sweat and cleaning products. When I walked downstairs after showering, I found Sean on the floor in front of the couch playing with the dog; both of them looking very happy as they tugged on a stuffed animal. It'd been awhile since I'd seen Sean outside of the frat house. When were there he was High, the president who was tasked with making sure that the house was cleaned by the pledges, stocked with food, had a balanced budget, was clear of any in-house drama, ensured that everyone filled their philanthropy hours, and whatever else was required of him. When we were there Big Brother High was always "on", even when he was out on dates with random girls or drinking with the guys. It wasn't until then that I realized how much I missed my big brother, the softie.
"You know I can feel you staring, right?" he spoke, breaking me from my chain of thought.
"Sorry, was just thinking," I said as I made my way next to him on the floor.
"What's up kiddo?" He looked at me as he threw the dog's toy for him to fetch.
"I miss you," I told him, watching the dog run around the living room.
"I'm right here lil dude," he slapped my thigh. The only thing I had on were a clean pair of boxers that I found in the dresser.
"You know what I mean," I said as the dog brought the toy for me to throw. "It's not the same anymore."
"You see me every day, I'm still annoyed by your presence, and you still manage to eat all of my fruit roll-ups," he chuckled. "Nothing's changed dude."
"We don't hang out like we used to," I made it clear, watching the dog taking the toy to his bed. "It's like you're always Big Brother High, and not my big brother Sean anymore."
"Aren't you glad you chose Dig?" he turned to face me, crossing his legs into a pretzel. "I wouldn't have been a good big brother for you because I'm constantly doing shit. Classes, the house, and tutoring, take up a lot of my time. Been slacking on the gym, and haven't even gotten laid in two weeks."
"How are you still alive?!" I joked, referring to how much of a hoe he was.
"By the power of my hand, lil dude." By now I was facing him, sitting in the same position. "You know that you're my lil bro, and that I love you, right?" I nodded. "We're in college now. Things are gonna be changing nonstop. But I promise that I still love you. Got it?" I nodded again.
"How come you haven't fucked me?" I asked him, his eyes widened.
"What?! Where'd that come from?"
"You just said that things change," I reiterated. "Why hasn't that?" He looked away. "Almost every guy in the house has fucked me, but you. Why?"
"I don't think we should talk about this," he started to get up, but I stopped him.
"No! You always make me talk about shit when I don't want to. You and Dig! Now it's your turn," I told him. Finally flipping the table. I saw him thinking before he was willing to answer.
"You remember when we first met?" He asked me. "You and Cory were riding your bikes in the driveway, then you fell and scraped your knee. Blood was dripping down your leg. The adults were at your house, so I took you to mine so that we wouldn't get in trouble. I cleaned up your knee, put on a huge band-aid, then you gave me a hug." I remembered parts of this story. "After dinner that night at your place, Dad asked me what happened because he saw the band-aid. I told him about your accident, and how I made sure you were okay before letting you ride again. He said that I was a `good big brother' and gave me a hug." I saw a tear in his eye, he didn't wipe it. "You've been my little brother since then. I always told myself that no matter what I'd protect you and Cory, even if no one else did."
"Is that why you beat up Ravi?" I asked.
"He deserved it," he sniffled. He wasn't wrong.
"But what does that have to do with you fucking me?" I wanted clarity. "You've literally had me tied and gagged. You've watched our frat brothers and my boyfriend use me in front of you. What's stopping you?"
"You're family," he answered. "Not like the brothers at the house. You're my baby brother, and I'd never cross that line with you." I was starting to understand it.
"Thank you," I said as I kissed him softly on the lips, then looked into his green eyes. "I love you too," I told him as I wiped his tears.
"You better not tell anyone about this," he laughed, wiping his nose with his sleeve.
"What? That Big Brother High is a pussy and a pushover for me?" I joked. "They already know."
"You're probably right," he laughed to himself. "But so are they. I've seen how they treat you and talk about you. They love you almost as much as I do."
"No one could love me more than you," I stuck out my tongue.
"Except for Dig, that dude is crazy about you," he said. "Had to hold him back from trying to fight Ravi last week."
"The Hound isn't subtle," I retorted.
"The Hound?"
"Scooter and I call him that cuz he's always ready to pounce," I explained.
"Fair enough," he shrugged. "How is Scooter by the way? I never get enough time with him."
"He's better now that he and Brett broke up." Brett cheated on him with an unnamed teammate, then tried blaming me for being the reason. "He's happier now that he's moved on."
"I've seen him with you and Kal," he noted. "You guys look cozy."
"We're just friends who appreciate each others' bodies and have similar interests," I knew what he was getting at. "Besides, I'm not dating within the family. Especially with Dig acting more like a boyfriend than a brother some days."
"The dude loves you."
"I love him too, a lot." I responded. "By the way, I think Scooter is gonna ask you to be his Big Brother."
"Oh?" He perked up. "Why's that?"
"He's mentioned it before, and said it'd be cool if we were both brothers with each other's brother. The dude looks up to you."
"I don't know man," he scratched his head. "You just told me how shitty of a big bro I've been. Don't wanna let him down too."
"Then don't," I said plainly. "Make some time for him. Get to know the dude. You can't be the only president in our house's history to not have a little brother."
"I'll think about it," he responded before changing the subject. "Now what's for dinner? I'm starving!"
After we ate dinner and walked the dog, we studied for a few more hours before deciding to watch a movie in the living room. The Librarian was on cable, and knowing how much Sean loved the trilogy it was a no brainer for us to watch it. Sean was sitting up right with one arm resting on the side while the other was across my torso as I laid down with my head on his lap. He'd occasionally rub my side and belly, or look down at me with a smile. When I got up to make us some popcorn, he was so into the movie that he barely moved so that I could go into the kitchen. There was a commercial on when I got back to the living room with a bowl of hot buttery popcorn in hand.
"I'll make you a deal," Sean spoke as I put the bowl on the coffee table.
"I don't know," I was skeptical of one of his "deals".
"You'll like this one, I promise," he responded as I sat back on the couch. "I'll let you eat my ass right now if you'll be my date to alumni night."
Alumni night was the biggest mixer of the fall season. The Thursday before Homecoming alumni, boosters, and university donors attended a gala in the performing arts center hosted by the captains of various sports teams, presidents of fraternities and sororities, and department heads within the university. A chance for the adults to see what their money was paying for before writing checks. Freshmen were rarely invited unless they were assigned to be ushers or worked for the catering company.
"I thought freshmen couldn't go," I asked him.
"They can if they're on a date with their chapter president," he ate some of the popcorn.
"There's hella girls who want to throw their panties at you, why me?"
"Because," he chewed, "they don't have what it takes. You fit right in. Besides," he ate some more popcorn, "who better to have a bro night with than my best bro?"
"And all I've gotta do is eat your ass?" I looked at him, this was too good to be true.
"Well, that and wearing your sexiest suit," he said.
He didn't even wait for me to respond as he brushed off his hands before bending over the arm of the couch and pulling his joggers down below his ass. His beautiful round mediterranean ass was lightly covered with fine wavy brown hairs. When he pulled his cheeks apart I saw the pucker wink at me. He knew that I'd give in. His ass was my Holy Grail. As I leaned close to his hole, I felt heat radiating from his body. It was as if his ass was calling my name. The scent of his body wash mixing with his slight musk rushed to my head as my tongue made contact. "MMPH!" I heard him grunt as I started licking up and down his trench, grazing his tight sphincter. I couldn't believe this was happening! I got onto my knees on the couch behind him, then replaced his hands with mine on his cheeks. Holding his cheeks open I started making out with his hole. Nuzzling my face as much as I could, working my tongue in and out of him. His grunts and moans of approval were the only encouragement that I needed. And I thought I was doing a good job, until his hand pushed me away.
"Sit on the floor," he said to me. I quickly sat in front of the couch, waiting for him to give me directions. "Move the table and turn around," he instructed as he towered over me.
I pushed the coffee table a few feet before sitting with my back against the couch. It wasn't until he told me to "look up" with my head back that I noticed he removed his pants. There it was, his fat 8.5 inches, egg sized balls, and smooth taint above me looking as magical as I thought they would. Years of seeing him naked, walking in on each other fucking, and him being one of my regular jack off fantasies were culminating into this moment. My best friend, big brother, and frat president was riding my face. Sean - no, High - High was bouncing up and down on my tongue, grunting as he jacked his thick dick. I'm not sure how, but I managed to remove my shorts to play with my own cock as I continued to service his sphincter. "Nice dick, baby bro," I heard him say as he started tugging his dick harder. "You like eating my hole?" His deep voice sounded so sexy. ""Mmhmm," I moaned into his ass. "You're getting me close, lil bro," he let out. I felt his hole contracting multiple times as I kept slurping. My face was covered in spit and sweat. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" I heard as I felt his hole clamp my tongue, he was nutting because of me.
Five healthy shots of cum landed on my torso and forearm as he was coming down from his orgasm. I felt around for as much as I could scoop to use as lube for my own cock. "You're so nasty, baby bro." His deep voice worked me over as I continued munching on his hole, feeling my orgasm build up. I moaned loudly into him when I felt myself shooting. Sean had finally made me cum for real.
"Nice man!" He got off of me before removing his shirt to wipe off his body. "You better look good at alumni night," he chuckled.
"Better than you," I teased before licking my hand. The mixture of his nut and mine made my dick twitch.
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