I moved in with my brother, Drew, a while back. He had a spare bedroom in his apartment after his last roommate moved away and I wanted to save on rent after graduating college, so it worked out.
Lately, Drew's been dating an Asian guy named Luke. He visits our apartment pretty often, so I've gotten to know him a little bit. Luke is pretty docile; I can tell that my brother is the dominant one in their relationship. It's for that reason that I don't think his ego would like it very much if he found out he'd been cucked by his own brother.
Last weekend, I came home pretty late. I'd been out with a couple of friends, drinking at a bar and hoping to pick up some girls for the night. But, when we were ready to leave, the girl I was talking to backed out at the last second, pretending that she needed to get up early the next day. She'd led me on the entire evening, so I was feeling pretty fucking frustrated and blue-balled by the time I returned home alone. I had decided to quickly rinse off in the shower, as if it would also wash away my frustrations. It didn't.
I ran into Luke as I was stepping out of the bathroom. Apparently, my brother was already asleep, but Luke was still awake and hanging out.
"Did you guys finish fucking already?" I teased him. I know my brother usually likes to fuck Luke when I'm not home.
Luke blushed a little. "Yeah, it was pretty good."
"I'm glad to know at least one of us isn't sexually frustrated tonight," I joked. Since Luke is usually so soft-spoken, it's fun to push his buttons whenever I can. As I said that, I noticed him glancing at my waist.
I had only just toweled off and wrapped the towel around my waist; I wasn't wearing anything else. Since I was still feeling blue-balled, I was still semi-hard. I knew he wouldn't be able to resist looking at my bulge.
I'll dispense with all pretense. I'm not "hung," but I'm pretty proud of my eight uncut inches and of my girth: it gets the job done, and I've never had any complaints. As I'd predicted, he was staring right at my crotch.
I let him gaze at my groin for just a little longer than I normally would've before I broke the silence. "You like what you see?"
Realizing I'd caught him, Luke hesitated for a second before nodding. In that moment, I knew exactly what was about to happen.
"Is my brother still asleep?" I asked him.
"Yeah, he's out cold." Luke said.
Good. "Follow me." I turned and headed towards my bedroom. I didn't bother looking back to check if he was following me--instinctively, I knew he would.
As Luke stepped into my room, I locked the door behind him. I wasn't going to let him escape without getting what he clearly wanted.
"Get on your knees," I commanded.
He looked a little uncertain, but he complied, bringing himself to eye level with the growing tent under my towel.
"I'm going to take the towel off, and you're going to blow me now," I said to him. It wasn't a suggestion.
He nodded.
I dropped the towel. My semi-erection, suddenly freed, popped out. Luke paused to admire it briefly before taking me into his mouth.
I closed my eyes and leaned against the door while Luke fellated me. I could feel him coaxing my semi into a full hard-on as he gently, deftly, sucked on my cock. He swallowed my growing erection to the hilt until his nose pressed against my pelvis, and his lips felt so soft as he pulled them back across my every inch.
Fuck. This boy was a natural cocksucker.
Of all my brother's past boyfriends, I'm not ashamed to admit that I've let some of them blow me every now and then. It was just too easy. I would run into them whenever they visited, I'd catch them checking me out, and that's how I would know that they'd do whatever I needed them to do. I don't think he knows, but I also don't care. It's not my relationship and, besides, we're brothers. Our cocks probably taste the same to them anyways.
As Luke blew me, I felt myself growing harder until I began to press against the back of his throat. Then, like a proper slut, he tilted his head so that I slipped easily down his throat.
It felt fucking amazing. I couldn't contain myself. Without thinking, I reached both hands down to hold his head firmly in place. Then, I began to fuck his face.
Bump, bump, bump. The rhythm of me grinding myself into his face made a bumping noise as I jostled against the door. I could see Luke's eyes watering from how aggressive I was being with him. I didn't care--it felt too good to stop. To his credit, he also made no effort to stop me.
As I fucked Luke's face, it occurred to me that his ass might feel just as good, if not better. Moreover, if he'd already been fucked by my brother earlier that night, his ass was probably still ready to go. I hadn't had some proper pussy in a few days, and here was one right in front of me, readily available. My mind was made up before I even knew it.
I gave his face a few more good pumps before I stopped and pulled out of his mouth, allowing him to gasp for air.
"Get on my bed," I told him. "Face down."
Ever obedient, almost as if he'd planned it all along, Luke laid himself down onto my bed. His ass was exposed for my use.
"That's a good boy," I said as I mounted him. I spread his ass cheeks, spit onto his hole, positioned my tip against his entrance, and began to push into him.
"There you go, get all of it inside." I felt him arch his back, allowing me to slide into him more easily. "That's a good boy."
"Oh, fuck," Luke moaned.
"Be a good boy, take all of my cock," I instructed.
"Yes, Daddy."
I don't know what it is, but being called Daddy drives me crazy, as if it activates something primal from deep within me. Luke clearly knew what he was doing. I wrapped an arm around him, pinning him beneath me. I began to pound him, hard, into my mattress.
Bump, bump, bump. The sound of me fucking Luke grew louder. In between, I thought I heard something like a floorboard creaking just outside my door. Whatever. It wasn't important. I was focused on pile-driving the bitch beneath me.
"You like my big cock?" I said to Luke, my voice low. "It's bigger than my brother's, right?" It was rhetorical; I know beyond doubt that I'm bigger than my brother.
"Yeah," Luke said as he gasped, "it's so big."
In between pumps, I slapped Luke's ass. Luke was crying out, in pain, in pleasure, or both; I didn't care.
"I know you've been checking me out," I growled. "Don't think I never caught you staring at me. You've been wanting this, haven't you?"
"Yes, Daddy, I want you so bad."
"All this time, you've been wanting me to fuck you, right?"
"Yes, yes, I have," Luke babbled. It was obvious--Luke was in heaven, and he would go along with whatever I wanted.
"Fuck," I said. "This is some good fucking pussy."
His pussy felt so warm, so soft, as I fucked him. My breathing became more labored. My thrusting became more intense, and Luke's cries became louder. I was about to cum.
"Take it," I told Luke. "Be a good slut and take my load."
He was incoherent, but it didn't matter. All that mattered was the pressure building within me, the need for release, the urgency that continued to swell. I felt Luke squeeze his hole around me as I pumped his ass--the talented little slut was milking my cock.
I couldn't hold out any longer. I gave a final push deep into him and--suddenly--I erupted. I collapsed onto him, my entire body spasming as I shot my cum into my brother's boyfriend. Luke, the perfect whore, was arching his back, ensuring that my cock was buried deep within him as I came.
I closed my eyes, I couldn't help it, it just felt too good. Waves of pleasure washed through me each time my cock twitched and released more of my seed into him.
A few long minutes passed before my orgasm subsided. Finally, I withdrew from him, pulling out and making him moan as my girth left him.
"Alright," I slapped his ass. "Now you can go back to my brother."