Upon realising that my brother Toby had come home from his night out and instead of sticking his pussy-juice covered fingers in my throat he was sticking his hardened dick I immediately pulled my head backwards in an attempt to get it out of my mouth.
Toby felt my intent, placing his hands immediately on the back of my head, applying enough pressure for my head to move in a forward direction, while at the same time he moved his hips forward to enter further in my throat – easily sliding past my tonsils as the muscles tried valiantly to resist its intruder.
Again I attempted to pull my head away from the shaft in my throat, my position of laying on my side not helping to gain any momentum, my brothers much stronger hands on the back of my head also preventing from any real effort.
The strength was applied to the back of my head as it was again encouraged to move forward, my brothers thrusts again pushing his cock into my throat, my muscles this time a little more relaxed and welcoming of their visitor.
The next thrust I didn’t try to escape, it was futile, while I didn’t like what was going on my brother was obviously drunk and was heavily mistaken or confused, the easiest thing was to try and get it over and done with and never have to speak about it again.
His next thrust made me gag, as did the one after it, it was after the third one a moan escaped my lips – I wasn’t expecting it, it took me by surprise, but it seemed to give some sort of greenlight to my brother who began to thrust harder and faster, I could hardly breathe but I could hear his breathing picking up.
Moans and gagging sounds filled my room, I didn’t mean to just the force, the situation it had sparked something in me, my own cock grew hard in my pants, as my brother continued to thrust himself in and out of my throat he soon grabbed the back of my head, thrust one last time with what looked like all his might and let out a low growling moan as his cock began to spurt a couple gobs of cum into my throat.
Due to him holding my head I couldn’t do anything but swallow it, it actually didn’t taste too bad, then it happened. As the load was on its way down to my stomach, my own cock began erupting without even being touched, filling the inside of my satin boxer shorts.
“Unfortunately, no bitches tonight Richard… just you.” My brother said as he put his now softened cock into his pants and left my room like he had done every time in the past.
It really wasn’t until the next week that I realised it wasn’t just a drunken night with my brother. John had prepared to go out, unusually my brother had decided that he was going to stay home and watch movies.
“Want to watch a movie with me?” Toby asked as he popped his head in my bedroom door while on the way to his room.
“Which one?” I asked out of curiosity.
“I don’t know. We can pick one while in there?” he suggested, I agreed and a minute or so later we were in his room.
We rearranged the pillows into a comfortable sitting up position, turned the lights off and as the screen flickered to life Toby spoke again.
“What do you want to watch?” he asked.
“I dunno, anything really.” I replied, knowing my answer wasn’t much help.
“What if what I want to watch isn’t on here?” he said, me in a slightly dumb moment thinking he was referring to the Netflix catalogue he was currently scrolling through quickly replied.
“It doesn’t matter, we can watch whatever you want,” a small smile crossing his face after he heard my reply.
“Well Richard,” he began, “what if I wanted to watch my dick disappear into your throat again?” he asked.
I was shocked. Last time I just thought he was drunk, we hadn’t spoken about this or even acknowledged it, so had kind of put it to the back of my mind. The fact he said this means that he did remember, the fact it was the first time I had ever blown my load without touching myself so knew it was something I remembered.
Considering the aforementioned I didn’t reply in words, simply reaching my hand out to be atop his already semi-hard bulge, wrapping my fingers around what I could hold and began to slowly move it up and down.
“Oh Richard, your hand feels so good,” Toby moaned quietly, the grin on my face must’ve been evident as I looked across at him from our seating position before replying.
“As you know my mouth feels so much better,” I leaned forward to be kneeling beside him, my fingers letting go of him before being finding their way into the waistband of the satin boxer shorts, he was wearing, looping my fingers in I slowly began to pull them downwards.
They became snagged around his butt, to help he lifted his hips to allow them on their journey down until they reached his ankles, they were soon discarded to the bedroom floor leaving him laying on the bed naked.
After watching his boxer shorts landing on the floor, I turned my attention back towards his seven-inch-thick cock, as stated earlier about the size of three fingers in thickness. It was the first time I had seen it in the light, in the flesh, I couldn’t resist but to immediately stick my tongue out and lick under the thick tip of his cock, slowly closing my mouth trapping his head in my mouth.
The moan that came from him was sexy, through our experience the other night I was not sure how much he could see of me, was this the first time he could see me with his cock in my mouth? Not only was the moan sexy it was encouraging as I slowly took the next inch or so in.
“Oh, Richard,” he moaned, “You’re so good at that,” he encouraged as another inch slid into my mouth and the beginning of my throat.
I moaned at hearing the compliment, not believing what was happening but the more we spent time like this the more the whole thought turned me on more, the more I wanted to please my very own brother. After all, he had turned down a night out, getting laid with some other slut who had too much to drink for me… for this.
“It looks like you enjoy this. Do you like this, Richard?” Toby asked, all I could do was moan and nod in the affirmative the best I could with this cock, my brothers, down my throat.
“Good,” he said as he moved his hips upwards, more of him sliding down my throat. My muscles opened and I moved my head downwards taking the rest of him into my throat, he moaned his biggest to date.
As he did during our previous experience it didn’t take long for Toby’s hands to find the back of my head and begin to control when I was able to go down, or up, sometimes he controlled it for minutes at a time just holding my head in place and doing the thrusting himself through the movement of the hips, other times he would lift and drop my head on him, blocking my airways for long periods of times before releasing me before I passed out.
My eyes would water, his cock would be extra slobbery as my throat and mouth attempted all it could to gain some sort of air, I’d get a brief few seconds before the process would repeat.
He soon began to slow down, his hold on my head loosened before he pulled my head off him still rock-hard cock. I was disappointed, didn’t know what was happening and it must’ve been written all over my face.