“Fuck Darren, I’m gonna cum if you keep this up.” He groaned. “I want you on your knees.”
I got on my knees. Donovan got behind me. He started licking my hole.
“Fuck…” I gasped. Somehow I knew then that he’d fucked guys before.
I gritted my teeth against the pleasure. God he was amazing. His tongue circled my hole, making little stabs that made me cry out and writhe on the sofa. Looking around I saw that his cock was leaking. Donovan made a lot of precum.
The next thing I knew his tongue was gone, replaced by something harder and more demanding. His cock slid along my crack, nudging teasingly while his big hands explored my back. Donovan groaned.
“Wanna fuck you, Darren.”
I arched my back. “You got a condom?”
“Shit… I don’t.” His cock nudge at my entrance in frustration.
“Me either.” Damn. But Jesus we had to do this. I didn’t know if there’d be a second chance, and I knew this was what I wanted. “Lube’s upstairs. Don’t want to get it. Put some spit on it. Fuck me dry.”
I looked back at him and watched him put spit on his cock and smear it around. I reached over and positioned his cock at my entrance. Then I braced myself on the arm of the sofa as he pushed.
It burned bad as his head slid in.
“More spit.” I gasped.
He dribbled some more spit, his hand firmly on my hips, as he slowly worked the rest of it in, pulling back a little then pushing it in a little deeper each time till he was sliding in and out almost all the way. By that time he was ramming my sweet spot inside and it was feeling good. Hell, more than good. The pleasure just built and built. I’d never known it to be like this.
“Donovan….” I cried.
Hearing his name, he leaned over me, his chest rubbing against my back hard. We were working up a sweat, me being fucked raw and dry by my dumb jock of a brother. He reached around with one hand a splayed his fingers over my pec. When I turned to watch him plow into me, he kissed my breath away.
“Don’t think this is what Mom and Dad intended for us.” He grunted thickly into my ear, pounding me. “But your ass was meant for my cock.”
“Yeah Don… Fuck your brother good…”
“Fuckin’ A….” he growled, picking up speed.
I reached around to push his ass closer. I wanted him in as far as he could go so that the walls of my gut could mould around ever millimetre of his skin. Donovan was going full throttle now, ramming in and out, his precum making my insides slicker, easier. His breath came ragged and hot on my shoulder. We’d become like animals in that our main thought was just to fuck and fuck harder, except that we knew this was forbidden and right.
“I’m close,” he rasped, his breath hot against my neck. I was almost there too. His assault on my cock, my ass, and my skin was sending waves crashing on me. Something had to give. This was too hot. Too good.
He slammed into me once, twice, his big muscles all around me straining, and his whole body convulse. My brother roared as his warm wet cum filled me inside. He pumped his load, filling me till cum leaked out of my sphincter. The extra lubrication of his semen was what pushed me over and made my world explode. “Sssshit…!” I yelled as cum shot out of my cock, spilling on the sofa and on my brother’s hand.
By the time it was done I was trembling and hoarse. We were drenched in sweat. Donovan was still having little convulsions. I turned to him. His eyes were heavy-lidded and his jaw was slack and he was still breathing hard. We kissed, Don tonguing me for good measure. He smeared my cum on my abs and rubbed it in. And then we both collapsed.
“Fuck bro. That was something.” He grinned tiredly, his cock still in me.
“Yeah,” was all I could think to say, grinning back. It was something all right.
He shifted and his cock slid out. It was still half hard. He moved so we were face to face, his arms draped over me. He nuzzled me, and started to drift off. We’d have hell to pay in the morning, I knew. But as I closed my eyes and put my hand on his chest and felt the thumping of my brother’s heart, I couldn’t think how things could get better than this.