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CHAPTER 7

Straight From the Tap

BRANDON:

    After tasting my brother's sperm – courtesy of my boyfriend, who was the one to spit it in my mouth – I kept looking for the next opportunity when I might savor it again. It was easier said than done, however. I didn't want to freak Ryan out and push him too far too fast. After all, he was still straight, and new to all of this sexual openness. 

    Yet, every time I swallowed my boyfriend's jizz now, I remembered what Ryan's seed was like. Pretty soon, I found myself sniffing on my brother's worn underwear, which he was prone to leaving all over the house. I realized I was weirdly attracted to his smell, which took me back in time, back when Ryan was a teenage athlete with an overwhelming male musk that couldn't be showered or deodorized away. He and I weren't close back then – there was too much petty sibling rivalry in the way. Yet, as much as I tried to suppress it, I always admired his strength and physique.

    I wasn't the only one harboring an adulation for my big brother back then. Just recently, my boyfriend had admitted to me that he would sniff Ryan's used underwear when we were growing up. ("He was my first crush, other than you," Cory had said.) It was what had given me the idea to start fishing for Ryan's boxers around the apartment. And then one morning, I hit the jackpot: a pair of boxers lying abandoned by the couch Ryan slept on, covered in a load of his spunk.

    "Holy shit," I swore out loud, smelling and then carefully licking the liquid. Yup, it was jizz alright. My brother must've used his underwear as a jizz rag before work. He'd left the apartment five minutes ago, and the fresh sperm couldn't be older than 15 minutes. Grateful for my good fortune, I lapped that load up until there wasn't a drop that could be sucked off of the cotton anymore. I dropped the boxers back where they were, and went to the bedroom to quickly shoot a load up my boyfriend's ass before work.

    From that day on, I began to find cum-covered boxers of Ryan's almost every day. It was weird; it wasn't something that ever happened before, especially on such a regular basis. I guess my brother was REALLY getting horny now that his marriage was finito, and his right hand was picking up the slack.

    One Sunday, my boyfriend went to spend the day with his kids, and my son was out with some girl whose apartment he'd slept in the night before. I tip-toed around the living room so as not to wake my brother up, but after a while I saw something that made me do a double take. I was passing the couch with a fresh cup of coffee in my hands, when I saw Ryan's dick fully erect, poking out the fly of his boxers in all of its morning glory.

    "Fuck," I mumbled. Hypnotized by his member, I stepped closer, putting my coffee cup down so my hands were free. I wondered if Ryan would wake up if I touched him… I slowly reached down… getting closer, when…

    "Yo. What're you doing?" my brother mumbled.

    "Tryna wake you the fuck up," I quickly lied. "It's almost noon."

    "No it ain't, it's 11:20," Ryan said, looking at the clock by the sofa.

    "Yeah well, that's almost 11:30 which is almost noon," I explained. "Here, I brought you coffee."

    "Thanks," Ryan said, sitting up and accepting the coffee I'd made for myself. He took a sip and seemed to be in better spirits immediately. "Ahhhh, thanks bro," he smacked his lips.

    "No problem, Your Majesty. Anything else I can do for you?" I asked sarcastically.

    "I wouldn't say no to some breakfast. And I got a whole pile of laundry that needs to be done," he smirked.

    "Fuck you. Wash your own crusty drawers," I replied.

    "How would you know if my drawers are crusty?" Ryan asked.

    Uh-oh. Caught red-handed.

    "I just… I've noticed them around the house… You leave 'em lying around everywhere… And I've seen that you use them as cum rags," I said.

    "And do you… have a problem with that somehow?" Ryan asked, hiding the lower half of his face behind the coffee mug while taking a sip.

    "No," I shrugged. "Lotsa guys do it, I guess."

    "Bran, can I ask you something?" Ryan continued. "Remember the time you fucked Cory while he was sucking my dick?"

    Whoa! Where did that come from??!

    "Yes," I said coolly.

    "Remember how at the end you guys… kissed?"

    "What, is it weird to kiss my boyfriend now?" I said.

    "No, except that it just so happened that your boyfriend's mouth was full of my jizz," my brother responded.

    "Ryan, what the hell are you getting at?" I asked, looking down between Ryan's legs. From what I could see, his cock still seemed to be hard as a rock.

    "Did you like tasting… me?" he asked, somewhat awkwardly.

    "It was good," I confessed. "But it's always better straight from the tap."

    I was brazen, but my brother had asked me a question. All I did was tell the truth. And then, Ryan surprised me by making an even more brazen proposal.

    "Wanna suck me off, bro?"

    "You serious?" I asked, almost gasping.

    "I mean… I've noticed you licking my spunk off my underwear," he said, putting the coffee cup down and beginning to stroke his hard cock now.

    "Shit? You noticed that?" I asked.

    "Yeah. It's why I started leaving them around for you," Ryan smiled.

    Aha! So it wasn't a coincidence that there was a fresh load waiting for me daily.

    "Do you even… like sucking cock?" my brother asked.

    "Ha! Yes, I do," I answered with a smile. "I don't usually bottom, but when it comes to cocksucking I'm all in."

    "C'mon then. Come get it," Ryan said, pulling his boxers down and fully exposing his cock and balls. With a smirk on his face, my brother leaned against the back of the sofa, spread his legs wide, and draped his arms along the top of the cushions he was leaning against. 

    "Such an alpha male pose," I thought, as flashbacks of our days of sibling rivalry quickly ran through my mind. The difference was, now, it didn't make me resent him. It was a turn-on, if anything, and my quickly hardening cock was testament to that.

    I tentatively stepped forward, unsure how this so quickly escalated. I didn't want to let this opportunity slip by and feared my brother may change his mind. I soon found out that wasn't going to happen.

    I maintained eye contact with my big brother while I knelt in front of him with my hands on his thick thighs. His scent – that musk with which I was so familiar – invaded my olfactory nerves, which heightened my arousal. My cock was now rock hard and created a tent in my shorts. 

    The closer I got, the deeper I inhaled, until my nose was pressed against the underside of his throbbing cock as I gently kissed and licked his hairy balls. Most of the men I hooked up with did at least some level of manscaping down there, but not Ryan. My efforts were immediately rewarded with a guttural moan from my brother. 

    "Fuck, that feels so good," Ryan said while he pushed his crotch up, causing my nose to be buried deeper than before. I could only take that as a signal that he wasn't going to freak out mid-blowjob, so I worked him even more diligently. 

    I opened my mouth and took his left nut in my mouth while my left hand moved to his turgid cock. I ran my thumb over his piss slit where it glided through the small puddle of precum which already leaked from it and smeared it on his cockhead.

    "Mmmm," my big brother moaned. 

    I worked my mouth over both nuts while I slowly stroked his cock which throbbed from my touch. I felt emboldened, I opened my mouth even wider and took both of my brother's hairy nuts in my mouth. His throbbing tool pumped out even more sticky precum which I quickly used as lube to stroke it. 

    Ryan slouched even further down on the sofa which caused his nuts to hang over the edge of the seat cushion. I repositioned myself so I could get a better angle and get further underneath them. I didn't want to freak him out, but at this point, after getting this far, it didn't appear to be a strong possibility.

    I worked my tongue under his nuts back to his taint, which was even hairier than his balls. 

    "Ethan was right, you really are fucking hairy down here," I said after removing his balls from my mouth. My son had told me about the time he and Ryan whacked off in the living room while listening to Cory and me fucking in the bedroom. I hoped Ryan wouldn't freak out about me knowing, but the comment went ignored or unheard because my brother didn't even react to it. 

    I immediately resumed lapping at his nuts. I could only assume he was enjoying this based on the look on his face. His eyes were closed and his lips slightly parted. I took his right nut in my mouth and gently pulled with my lips which caused my brother to slightly gasp.

    My mind raced as I proceeded. I was unsure whether Ryan would regret this once we were done. It's one thing to jack off with another guy or get head from one, but to have your brother get you off might be too much for him. It didn't bother me one bit. Cory, Ethan, and I had become very comfortable and open with our sexual activities, with each other as well as others. But the last thing I wanted was to create a strain with my older brother, especially with all the shit he was currently going through. He wasn't giving any indication of regret, so I decided to make this more memorable. 

    I moved down further and ran my tongue dangerously close to his hole to gauge his reaction. Another gasp, but no attempt to push me away. I moved my hands to his thighs and spread his legs further apart. There, through matted hair, was my target: my big brother's pucker. His scent was even stronger now. I couldn't resist any longer, so I ran my tongue across his hole. 

    "Oh fuck!" Ryan squealed. A sound I never before heard from him. I could only assume none of his female conquests ever did this to him. Again, there was no attempt to discourage me from continuing. I wrapped my arms around his thighs and quickly pulled him even further down to gain better access to his hole. 

    "What the fuck?" he said as he snapped back to reality.

    "Relax, bro. Just enjoy it," I said just before I buried my tongue up his virgin hole and wrapped my fist around his swollen rod. 

    "Ahhhhhhh," my brother grunted, mostly from pleasure and partly from surprise. He was feeling completely new sensations, which he probably never thought existed. His head lolled from side to side as I tongue-fucked him and stroked his dick. I must've hit a good spot because precum was coating his cock and my hand. I used it as lube and coated his engorged member. 

    Even with the windows open, the apartment smelled like sex. The sounds of me tonguing my brother's hole and stroking his lubed cock, along with his ragged breathing and occasional moan reverberated around the empty room.

    I placed my hands behind his knees and pushed them up to get even better access to his hole. I'm sure this was the first time he was ever in this position, but he was too far gone to protest. After rimming him for 15 minutes, I was ready to get to the main course. I needed Ryan's cock in my mouth; I needed to taste it.

    I lowered his legs and immediately wrapped my lips around his slicked penis, and swallowed until my nose was buried in his pubes and his cockhead pressed against my throat. I worked my tongue around his shaft as best I could. 

    "Cory was right," I thought while deep-throating my big brother's cock. "His cock is bigger than mine.

    I ignored my own erection, but realized my shorts were thoroughly stained with my own precum. My brother's cock was leaking like a broken faucet. The taste took me back to the moment Cory and I kissed after Ryan and I had spit-roasted him. It also spurred me to hasten this exercise. As much as I enjoyed sucking my big brother's cock, what I really wanted was to taste his load which wasn't licked from his underwear. 

    I stood up and extended my hand to Ryan, like a football player helping his teammate up. I pulled him to his feet and sat where he was on the sofa, almost in the same position. He just looked at me with a bit of confusion. 

    "Fuck my mouth, Ry," I forcefully said. "Fuck your little brother's throat," I encouraged. 

    It was almost as if a light bulb went off above his head. He immediately climbed on the sofa. He placed his feet on either side of me and crouched down so his steel rod was brushing against my lips. I opened my mouth wide and allowed him to slide all the way down my throat in one long push.

    "Fuck, Bran. Suck me off, bro," he commanded.

    I was only too happy to oblige. 

    I wrapped my hands around Ryan's ass and felt the hard globes of his cheeks. He slowly withdrew his dick from my mouth and plunged it back in a moment later. I tasted more of his precum. He picked up the pace and placed his hands on the back of my head and grabbed two handfuls of hair in the process. My own cock was throbbing and leaking just as much, if not more, than my big brother's. 

    Ryan's breathing accelerated. I felt his asscheeks flex each time he pumped his cock in and out of my mouth. 

    "Fuck, bro, I'm getting close," he panted between thrusts. 

    I moaned in response and grabbed his ass even tighter. 

    His hairy balls were slapping against my chin each time he buried his rod down my throat. I felt myself reaching the edge without even touching myself. 

    Sweat dripped from my big brother's crotch onto my face while I sucked his prick. His scent was even stronger now, which helped my own arousal and excitement. My climax was only moments away, when Ryan suddenly announced he was going to cum. I don't know if he expected me to pull away from his cock, but I did the exact opposite. I pulled him in even tighter which guaranteed my prize.

    "Fuuuccccck," Ryan roared as he fucked my face and continued to grab my hair. Rope after rope of my big brother's jizz exploded in my mouth and coated my throat. That's all I needed to reach my climax. My cock erupted inside my shorts as I moaned around his still hard cock. A huge wet spot appeared across my crotch.

    Ryan's breathing slowly returned to normal. He withdrew from my mouth, but only after I gave his piss slit one last lick. He collapsed on the sofa next to me. 

    We remained silent for a minute, both of us catching our breath before I finally broke the silence. 

    "I was right," I said.

    "About what?" Ryan asked.

    "Definitely tastes better straight from the tap."

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