Jake stripped off his shirt the second he walked into the apartment. His back and shoulders burned from the brutal leg day at the gym, and all he wanted was to crash on the couch. His younger brother, Ryan, was already home from his shift, scrolling on his phone in just a pair of loose shorts.
"Yo, you look wrecked," Ryan said, glancing up.
"Want me to work on those knots? I still remember that sports massage class I took last year."
Jake hesitated for half a second. They were both adults, both single, and Ryan had given him shoulder rubs before. Nothing weird. "Yeah, fuck it. My traps are killing me."
Ryan grabbed the bottle of coconut oil from the kitchen counter and told Jake to lie face down on the living room rug. Jake dropped his shorts too, leaving just his jockstrap, and stretched out. The oil was warm when Ryan poured it across his back. Strong hands started at the base of his spine and worked upward, thumbs digging deep into the muscle.
"Jesus, you're tight," Ryan muttered. His palms slid lower, pressing into the glutes just above the jockstrap band. Jake grunted but didn't stop him. The pressure felt too good. Ryan's fingers slipped under the fabric, kneading the bare ass cheeks now, spreading the oil everywhere.
Jake's cock started to swell against the rug. He shifted, trying to hide it, but Ryan noticed the movement. "Relax, man. I got you." The hands kept moving, slower now, sliding between the cheeks, brushing close to his hole. Jake's breathing changed. He didn't pull away.
Ryan's voice dropped. "You hard already? I can feel you twitching." One oily finger pressed right against Jake's hole, circling it. Jake pushed back without thinking. The finger slipped inside, knuckle deep, and Jake groaned into the rug.
"Fuck, Ryan… don't stop."
Ryan pulled the jockstrap down and off in one move. He poured more oil straight onto Jake's crack, then added a second finger, scissoring them open. Jake's cock was rock hard and leaking against the floor. Ryan leaned over him, chest pressing to his back, and whispered, "You want your little brother's dick in this ass?"
Jake nodded, voice rough. "Yeah. Do it."
Ryan stripped his own shorts off. His cock was thick and already dripping. He slicked it with the same coconut oil, then lined up and pushed in slow. Jake's hole stretched around him, taking every inch until Ryan's balls rested against his ass. They both stayed still for a second, breathing hard.
Then Ryan started fucking him. Hard, steady strokes that slapped skin on skin. Every thrust dragged over Jake's prostate and made his cock jerk and drool. Ryan reached under and grabbed Jake's dick, stroking it in time with his hips. "That's it, take your brother's cock. Been wanting to wreck this ass for years."
Jake came first, shooting thick ropes across the rug while Ryan kept pounding. Ryan followed right after, burying deep and flooding him. When he pulled out, cum leaked down Jake's thighs. They stayed on the floor, breathing, oily and spent.
Ryan grinned against Jake's shoulder. "Round two in the shower?"
Jake laughed, low and dirty. "Yeah. And this time I'm riding you."
They didn't bother cleaning up the rug right away. The oil and cum could wait. They had all night, and both of them were already getting hard again.
