I walked into the living room and saw my brother Mike sprawled on the couch in nothing but boxers, his thick cock already half-hard and pushing against the fabric. We were both adults, both over twenty-five, and living together after our folks moved away. The air felt heavy that night. He had found some gay porn on his laptop and left it playing loud enough for me to hear the wet sounds of guys sucking dick.
"Fuck it, come here," Mike said, voice low and rough. He didn't ask twice. I dropped to my knees right in front of him and yanked his boxers down. His cock sprang free, heavy and veined, the head already leaking. I wrapped my fist around the base and licked a stripe up the shaft. "Yeah, suck your brother's cock," he growled, grabbing the back of my head and shoving me down.
I took him deep, gagging as his dick hit the back of my throat.
Saliva ran down my chin while I bobbed fast, slurping loud and messy. Mike's balls tightened against my chin. He tasted salty and hot, and I moaned around him like a whore. "That's it, little brother, choke on it," he said, thrusting up into my mouth. I reached down and freed my own cock, stroking it in time with my sucks.
After a few minutes he pulled me off and flipped me onto the couch. He ripped my clothes away and spread my ass cheeks. "Look at that tight hole," he muttered, spitting on it before pressing a thick finger inside. I pushed back, taking it easily. He added a second finger and fucked me open, twisting and scissoring until I was panting and begging. "Just fuck me already, Mike. Put your cock in your brother's ass."
He lined up and slammed in with one hard thrust. The stretch burned so good. His cock felt massive, stretching my walls and hitting deep. He didn't go slow. He fucked me like he hated me, hips snapping, balls slapping against my ass with every brutal stroke. Skin slapped skin. I clawed at the cushions and moaned loud enough for the neighbors to hear. "Harder, bro, wreck that hole," I gasped.
Mike grabbed my hips and pounded faster, grunting with every thrust. Sweat dripped from his chest onto my back. He reached around and jerked my cock in rough strokes, thumb rubbing over the head. Pre-cum smeared everywhere. My balls drew up tight. "Gonna fill you up," he snarled, and then he buried himself to the root and came hard. Hot pulses of cum flooded my ass, leaking out around his cock as he kept thrusting through it.
I shot right after, ropes of cum splattering the couch while my hole clenched around him. Mike stayed inside me, slowly rocking as we both caught our breath. When he finally pulled out, cum trickled down my thighs. He flipped me over, kissed me rough and deep, tongues sliding together, and then pushed me down to clean his cock with my mouth. I licked every drop off his softening dick, tasting my ass and his load mixed together.
We didn't stop there. Later that night he bent me over the kitchen table and fucked me again, slower but just as deep, whispering filthy shit about how my ass was made for his cock. By morning we had used every room in the apartment. Mike's cum was still leaking out of me when we finally passed out in his bed, his arm thrown over my chest like it belonged there.
We kept going the next day and the day after. No guilt, just raw need. Every time he called me "little brother" while he was balls-deep in my ass it made me harder. We swapped loads, sucked each other off in the shower, and sixty-nined until our jaws ached. It was dirty, constant, and exactly what we both wanted. Two grown brothers who finally stopped pretending and just fucked like the animals we were.
