VAUGHN:

    "Fuuuck, you're so tight. Fuck yeah, man. Take that dick!" I grunted, thrusting my cock even deeper into the handsome man, whose name I didn't know. Although he had one of the tightest holes I'd fucked in a while, he was able to take it like a trooper, allowing me to pound his ass aggressively while showering his naked body with my cascading sweat. 

    "Fuuuck, yeah. Cum inside me, man, please," the bottom begged, his voice whiny and desperate, much different from the manly baritone he had when we first met thirty minutes ago.

    Just as I was about to make the man's wish come true, I was interrupted by my phone ringing on the opposite side of my bedroom. I glanced at my smartwatch, surprised to see my brother's name on the screen. Still thrusting inside the stranger, I tapped the red button to decline my sibling's call.

    "Here it comes. Fuuuuuuck!!!" I growled, rewarding the tight hole with a large pent-up load. The man spread his cheeks open, moaning in ecstasy while getting bred by me, his wedding ring glistening on his left hand.

    "Whoa! That was a huge load! I could feel it," the man said when I was finally done cumming. I began withdrawing my dick slowly, until I heard a soft plop and the man's asshole clenched up.

    "Yeah. I hadn't cum in two days. That's a lot for me," I said with a chuckle as I stood up, extending an arm out to the naked man in my bed, helping him get up.

    "You're lucky. I haven't gotten laid in three months, before today," he said.

    "That's a shame," I said, and I meant it. If the age on his Grindr profile was true, he was 43, which meant he was the same exact age as me. Way too young to stop having sex, in my opinion.

    While the man put on multiple layers of clothing, I went across the room to check my phone, extracting it from the pocket of my jeans, which were lying discarded on the floor.

    "Why is my brother calling me?" I said, more to myself than to my jizz-filled visitor.

    "There's three days until Christmas," the man pointed out. "Isn't this the time of year when people get in touch with family?"

    "Not in my brother's case," I said. "He always flies to Montana with his wife and kids, to stay with her side of the family. Plus, he and I aren't very close. I usually get a short 'Merry Christmas' text from him on the 25th and that's about it."

    "Well, I'll let you give him a call back," the man said, zipping up his puffer jacket. "I'm off to do some last-minute Christmas shopping for the kids. Thanks for the load."

    "It was my pleasure," I smiled, giving the man a quick kiss and walking him out of my apartment. 

    Passing a full-length mirror, I stopped to strike a few poses and flex my muscles to boost my confidence. Forty-three was considered ancient in certain gay circles, and I had to work hard to stay in shape. I'd be missing a few days at the gym because of the holidays, and I was already dreading the increased crowds in January. Admiring my body, as vain as it was, made my dick throb a few times, still semi-hard after having sex. While still flexing in the mirror, I picked up my phone and gave my brother a call.

    "Hey. You called?" I asked, getting straight to the point.

    "Yeah. You okay?" my older brother Craig asked, not too wordy himself.

    "Aha. What's up?" I said, turning around to look at my glutes in the mirror.

    "Are you still going to Mom and Dad's for Christmas?"

    "Yeah. I'm driving out on Tuesday," I said.

    "Can I join ya?"

    "Uhhh, sure, I guess," I said. "I thought you'd be in Montana?"

    "Lucy and the kids just left without me. I decided not to join them this year," Craig said flatly.

    "Is everything okay?" I asked, concerned by this turn of events.

    "It's fine. Long story short: she and I got in a fight and I didn't wanna go to Montana. Now, can I come with you on Tuesday? I'll pitch in for gas."

    "Dude, don't worry about that," I said. "The only issue is: I was planning on leaving early. Like, 5 AM. That's when I usually get up, and I want to get it out of the way and beat traffic."

    "Yikes. It'll take me an hour or so to get to your place. That means I need to be up at like 3 AM," my brother noted.

    "If you want, you can come here tomorrow evening," I suggested. "You can crash on my couch for a night, and we'll leave early on Tuesday morning."

    "Okay. I'll be there around 7 PM tomorrow, is that okay?"

    "Fine. See you then," I said, absentmindedly stroking my cock, still covered in lube and cum. 

    It usually took about six hours to get from my apartment in Chicago to my parents' house in Minnesota. Six hours in the car with my brother – that's more time than we've ever spent together as adults all at once. This ought to be interesting.

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    The following evening, Craig showed up at my door promptly at 7 PM. It had been almost six months since I last saw him, for a Fourth of July barbecue at his house in the suburbs. Back in July, I had a chance to see my 45-year-old brother in his swimming trunks, and I concluded that if he were gay, he'd be described as a typical bear. While I kept my body hair trimmed neatly to show off my muscles, Craig was furry all over. His low-slung board shorts didn't hide the enticing trail of dark hair leading down from his navel, culminating in a coarse patch of curly pubes. Now, wrapped up in winter clothes, the only exposed part of my brother's body was his face.

    "C'mon in," I said, inviting him into the apartment. He left a duffle bag on the floor and joined me in front of the TV, where we talked about general topics like the weather and traffic. I didn't want to ask him any question about his relationship with his wife. Two years ago, I went through a divorce with my ex-husband Miguel, and I couldn't help but wonder if Craig and Lucy might be headed the same route.

    Before too long, our conversation came to a lull. Uninterested in the football game my brother was watching, I got on Grindr and began chatting with a few guys. It wasn't long before one of them invited me over, and since he was only a few minutes away and I was horny, I decided to take him up on his offer.

    "Listen, you don't mind if I step out for a while, do you?" I asked Craig.

    "What do you mean, step out? Where're you going?" my brother asked.

    "I'm meeting someone," I said vaguely.

    "Meeting who?"

    I didn't appreciate being questioned in my own home, so I snapped.

    "If you really have to know, I'm meeting a guy from Grindr. He lives a block away, he wants to get fucked, and I'm gonna go fuck him. Is that alright with you?"

    For the first time in my life, I saw my older brother blush, although most of it was concealed by his bushy beard.

    "Jeez, okay. I just thought, we're leaving early in the morning, so you probably want to go to bed soon," Craig explained.

    "I'll be back in about an hour," I estimated, putting on a jacket and leaving the apartment.

    Unfortunately, the hookup never happened. For one: the man wasn't alone. He had a buddy over, and I wasn't expecting that. To make matters worse, they were both really drunk, and I wasn't comfortable engaging with all of that. I left, and on my way back home I passed my favorite bakery, so I decided to get a box of pastries for tomorrow. At the bakery, I spent about ten minutes chatting with one of the employees who I knew. By the time I left, it had started to snow. 

    I unlocked the door and I entered my apartment… to one of the most shocking scenes I'd ever seen. There was another man – not my brother, but a skinny twink in his mid-20s, FULLY NAKED. In front of him, my brother sat on the couch, quickly tucking his shirt in his pants.

    "What're you doing back so soon?!" Craig said to me in a panicked voice.

    "Heeey," the twink said, with a smile that conveyed that he would be perfectly happy if I joined them in… whatever was going on.

    "You should leave," my brother barked at the naked twink. 

    "Haven't I seen you somewhere?" the twink asked me, ignoring my brother's command. "You go to The Falcon a lot, don't you?"

    The boy was right: The Falcon was my favorite gay bar, but that wasn't what I wanted to talk about right now. 

    "My brother's right. You should go," I said.

    "Brothers, huh?" the twink said with interest. Craig and I didn't return the enthusiasm, so the kid got the hint. "I'll see you around," he said, quickly putting his clothes on and leaving my apartment.

    "Care to explain what that was all about?" I asked my brother, who had managed to tuck in his shirt and buckle his belt. His bulge was still VERY prominent, revealing an erection in his jeans.

    "I… I thought you said you'd be gone for an hour," Craig stuttered. 

    "Do you know that guy?" I said.

    "No. I just met him on Grindr."

    "You're on Grindr?!" I shouted in disbelief.

    "No. I mean, I just downloaded it when I heard you mention it. I've heard of it before. I know you can use it if you want a quickie blowjob or something."

    "And is that what you wanted? A quickie blowjob?" I couldn't believe I was saying these words to my brother. Craig and I never hated each other, but we were also never close enough to have intimate conversations. Now here we were, talking about him getting his dick sucked on my couch.

    "Listen, things between Lucy and me aren't going too well," Craig sighed. "We're probably getting a divorce soon. I'd never hook up with anyone in our area, everyone knows everyone. But here in the city… I figured I could get a quick blowjob, no muss no fuss. It's been over a year, man."

    "Not that it's any of my business, but have you ever gotten head from a man before?" I asked, trying to sound gentler and more sympathetic. 

    "No. I just figured it's much easier. And I was right. I mean, I got on that app, and within a few minutes this guy was offering to come up."

    "I don't appreciate you inviting a stranger to my apartment behind my back," I said, "but everything's okay. Listen, man, if you wanna talk, about your marriage or whatever… You can talk to me."

    "Thanks. But for now, I think I wanna have a beer, finish the game, take a shower, and go to bed," Craig said, looking adorably vulnerable.

    "I'll go get us some beers," I said with a smile. "Who's playing?"

    "Saints versus Packers," my brother replied, launching into a diatribe about the football game. I couldn't care less about it, but I was happy to bond with Craig a bit. My main criterion when picking a team to root for was: whoever wore the lighter-color pants, since it showed off their asses better. 

    While pretending to pay attention to the TV, my mind was still reeling over the fact my brother almost got his first blowjob from a guy tonight. I had no idea Craig was bi-curious.

    "Well, now that's over I guess I'll take a shower if that's alright?" Craig asked, standing up and stretching, his bulge practically in my face. Although his erection had gone down, he was still packing a sizable mound, which didn't escape my attention.

    I nodded and pointed him toward the bathroom. As he walked away, he pulled his shirt off over his head, revealing his broad back and hairy shoulders. I didn't see anything else as the door shut, blocking the view. I always left the bathroom door open while I showered, and I caught myself wishing Craig had done the same. Was I really that interested in seeing my brother naked? Or was I just really horny after a failed hookup tonight?

    I heard the shower turn on and couldn't help but picture my brother soaping his hairy body, getting his balls all sudsy. I even got partly hard thinking about it. It was too bad I got home when I did. I should've stayed at that bakery a few minutes longer and I would've walked in on Craig with his dick out. At least then I would have an actual image to add to my silly fantasy.

    Ten minutes later, my brother was done with his shower and he joined me back in the living room, where his travel bag was. Wearing nothing but a towel and still dripping wet, Craig unzipped his bag. I eyed him like a hawk, though he was totally oblivious. He was tall and powerful looking, but not overly muscular. With a family to look after, he probably didn't get to go to the gym much, if ever. It suited him, though. Even with the towel on, I could see his prominent bulge. It was no wonder he got that twink over here so fast.

    "So, it's really been a year?" I asked as my brother sat on the couch with his legs spread wide. Just a bit wider and I could've probably seen his balls. He looked at me slightly confused. "Your dry spell," I clarified.

    "Yeah," Craig sighed, looking dejected.

    "Sorry to cock-block you, then," I said, trying to lighten the mood.

    "That's alright. I gather your date didn't go too well either, judging by how early you came back."

    "Oh, no. Nothing happened," I admitted with some frustration. I really wanted to get off.

    Craig stood up again, probably about to go change. He looked kind of sad, and I had the sudden urge to give him a hug. So that's what I did: I stood up and hugged my big brother. I didn't care that he was getting my clothes damp. I held him tightly, giving him all the comfort I could muster. I stroked his back soothingly when, with my waist pressed up against his, his towel slipped off. Craig apologized and broke the hug hurriedly to make himself decent. 

    "That's okay. Leave it," I laughed. 

    Before he could grab the towel, I hugged him again. Holding onto his completely naked body was strangely arousing, especially as I could feel his soft cock pressed up against my crotch. I could've sworn my brother hugged me even tighter. It might've been the beer talking, but I wanted to test a theory.

    "If you wanna put an end to that year-long streak..." I whispered in Craig's ear.

    "Huh? What do you mean? You know someone?" he asked, definitely sounding curious.

    "Yeah: me. I could... I could suck you off. If you want," I suggested nervously. No turning back now.

    A part of me was bracing to get punched, but no blows came. Craig did step back, though. He met my gaze with a serious look, like he was trying to make sense of what I'd just said. It was my turn to blush, embarrassed that I had made such a pervy suggestion to my own brother. I looked down at my feet, worried I'd crossed a line. And that's when I noticed… that my brother's dick was starting to chub up. 

    I looked up and we made eye contact again. Craig licked his lips, and that was all the answer I needed. Before either of us could change his mind, I quickly dropped to my knees. I reached forward, and gently took hold of my brother's swollen hairy dick.

    Even that first touch made Craig's cock throb and grow larger. I slowly stroked him, coaxing him to full length. My jaw dropped as his dick got hard and I realized he was bigger than me – significantly bigger. He had the type of boner that was reminiscent of the beer can I had been holding earlier. Even with his bushy pubes hiding how long he truly was, I could tell my big brother was hung like a horse!

    I gripped his shaft tightly with my right hand while my left went to cup his bull-balls. Craig's nuts felt like heavy pendulums, full of fraternal sperm that I was quickly starting to crave. The skin of his sack was velvety soft despite being covered in hair. I leaned in and breathed deeply, getting a big whiff of his manly scent that still lingered even after showering. It was intoxicating.

    I pushed on Craig's hips, getting him to sit back down on the couch. He spread his legs to give room for his big balls. His cock stood straight up, pointing to the ceiling. The tip glistened with precum. I leaned in and kissed the tip, tasting his salty goo. I was instantly hooked. I finally took him into my mouth, savoring the taste of him. 

    I was able to get about half of his length down my throat before I started to struggle. Not for a lack of skill, but because his thickness had my jaw stretched as wide as it could go. 

    "Lucy always said I was too big," my brother said apologetically, looking down at me as if he was regretting his endowment.

    "Are you fucking kidding me? No such thing," I said with renewed determination. I spat on his dick as well as on my palm, and I got back to work. I used my saliva like lube, jerking his shaft for a while. Craig's eyes bulged like he was feeling the most amazing sensation ever. Damn, he really was bad off. I couldn't wait to make him feel even better. When his cock was thoroughly slicked up, I slipped him back inside my mouth. 

    I relaxed my jaw so I could show my brother just how good I really was at sucking dick. I made it well past the halfway point this time, and I kept going until I was fully deepthroating him. My nose was buried in his bush and pressing up against his pubic bone, giving me more of his delicious man-scent. With the realization I was swallowing my big brother's dick, I let out a soft moan, my vocal cords vibrating along his pole, causing Craig to gasp in pleasure.

    My own hard cock had become painfully uncomfortable trapped in my jeans. I quickly unzipped, freeing my boner. which was dripping precum. I slowly jerked myself while my big brother's big cock stretched my throat, both of us loving every second of it. I bobbed up and down, using my free hand to circle his shaft, making sure nothing was left unstimulated.

    "Fuckkkk bro, that feels good. It's been so fucking long since I've had a blowjob. And I don't think I've ever been deepthroated before," Craig groaned, making me swell with pride.

    Eventually, my brother stood back up and held onto the sides of my head with both hands. I continued at my own pace, but Craig began to thrust instead. He was going slow, but there was definitely a shift in dynamic now that initial awkwardness had passed. He wasn't rough with me, but he was certainly more forceful as he slid his cock in and out of my mouth, hammering the back of my throat. 

    "I'm not gonna last much longer," he whispered threateningly

    My brother's pace picked up even more, until his heavy, fat balls were smacking me under the chin with each thrust. His breath was ragged as he crammed his dick as deep down my throat as possible, and held me there. I couldn't breathe, but I didn't mind, as he was soon spurting rope after rope of his brotherly cum right down my gullet. There was so much jizz I couldn't even swallow it all. It eventually spilled out of my mouth and dribbled down my chin. When Craig pulled out, I finally got a chance to enjoy the taste of his salty load. 

    "What about you?" my brother asked, looking down at me still stroking my cock.

    I smiled and slipped his dick into my mouth again. He was still delightfully hard. I milked every last drop of cum from his beautiful prick until I shot my own jizz all over the living room floor. 

    Once done, I released Craigs's tool from my mouth, and we both laughed in a combination of disbelief and shock at what just happened. I quickly cleaned up the mess, and we sat on the couch once more. Craig still hadn't made a move to put on any clothes.

    "Why don't you sleep in my room tonight?" I offered to my big brother.