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CHAPTER 28

Cruised by My Brother

Category:  BROTHERS 

BROCK:

    Since my brother Colin worked for a beer company, they had a huge promotional event in New York City for St. Patrick's Day, and he was coming down from Maine to attend it. I now lived in Connecticut with Sawyer and Kurt, but because our lease wasn't up until the end of March, we were still paying rent and had access to our apartment in Brooklyn.

    "Is it alright for me to crash there?" my brother had asked me before coming. His company was paying for the flight but not the hotel room.

    "Yeah, sure," I'd said over the phone. "The place is almost empty but it's still got a bed you can sleep on."

    Sawyer and I owned our bed so we'd taken it with us to Connecticut. However, the bed that Kurt slept on (and our ex-roommate Hector before him) was owned by the landlord, so it stayed in the apartment. 

    The day before St. Patrick's Day was the third Wednesday of March, and people were visibly excited about the end of winter. I still worked in the city, so after work I went to the airport to meet my brother and to give him the keys to the apartment.

    "Wanna grab a drink?" Colin asked me. We were both part-Irish, so it felt like a blasphemy to say no. That is how we ended up at a pub close to the apartment, where we had dinner and downed pint after pint until we could barely talk. 

    Even though it was still early, I could tell my brother needed to go to bed. I knew he hardly ever caught a break from his wife and kids, so he wasn't used to drinking like this. With his arm around my shoulders, I helped carry him to the apartment while he butchered "Drunken Sailor" right in my ear. Once there, Colin plopped down on the bed and immediately passed out. 

    As I looked around what used to be Kurt's room, I realized I was also tired as fuck, and way too drunk to drive back to Connecticut. Without thinking much about it, I shot my boyfriend a text to tell him I'd see him tomorrow, and I lay down on the bed next to my brother, quickly falling asleep. 

    When I woke up, it took me a while to remember where I was. It was still pitch dark outside, and I could hear water running. I realized I was alone in bed. I lay in a state of semi-consciousness, until the shower stopped and someone walked from the bathroom into the bedroom. I opened my eyes and saw Colin standing in the doorway, stark naked and still dripping wet.

    My brother was drying his arms with one of the towels I'd brought from home for him to use. He and I just looked at one another quietly for a moment. Despite what happened between us on New Year's Eve, I was still unaccustomed to seeing my brother in the nude. I tried as hard as I could to maintain eye contact rather than stare at his junk.

    "Hey," he suddenly said. Colin spoke in a normal voice but in the weird, late-night silence of the nearly empty room, it was loud enough to startle me and make me jump. I played it off by moving up into more of a sitting position.

    "Hey," I replied, feeling more awake and alert now. Colin was drying his hair and no longer looking at me, so I took a moment to appreciate his body. His penis looked just as nice and plump as I remembered. I felt a little blood rush to my own dick as I watched my brother's flop around while he took a few steps toward his bag on the bedroom floor.

    I noticed there was lots more to appreciate about Colin's body besides his cock. He was beefy, with a broad chest and well-defined pecs, even though he was in no way a gym bunny. His nipples seemed significantly bigger than mine – something I couldn't remember ever noticing before. As he bent down to reach into his bag, Colin gave me a prime view of his furry butt and spreading cheeks. I expected him to pull out a set of clothes; instead, my brother just took out some deodorant, applied it to his pits, and came to lie back in bed next to me. 

    Unable to help myself, I glanced down at Colin's cock as it rested on his hip. It looked especially thick from this angle, illuminated by the city light pouring in through the window. If this were anyone else, I would already be sucking down on their dick. Even though he was my brother, I was getting hard while lying next to his naked body.

    Then, my brother's hand moved down his body and I watched him scratch his pubes a few times, almost at the base of his cock. Colin's thick tool flopped around a little as he did that, and then he pulled his hand away. A minute later, he did the same thing again. And then after that, he reached down and tugged his cock for half a second, not making any attempt to mask the action with a scratch somewhere.

    "Is he trying to send me a signal?" I wondered. The hesitation I felt was confusing but also exciting at the same time. It reminded me of when I first started cruising; that moment when you're wondering if a man is giving you "the sign" or not. Of course, I didn't expect my straight brother to know anything about cruising etiquette. Yet, his hand continued to casually hold on to his cock as he spoke.

    "Sheila and I stopped having sex" he said matter-of-factly. "We haven't done it in months."

    "Oh," I replied, feeling slightly guilty for some reason. "Do… do you wanna talk about it?" Maybe I'd been reading into things too much after all. My brother was just sexually pent-up. Maybe all he needed was a trusty somebody to lend him an ear, and here I was reading too far into things and having much more inappropriate thoughts. 

    "Not really," Colin replied before adding a quick "Thanks." After a moment or two of silence he continued. "I could just… use some release."

    That thrilling feeling came rushing back faster than lightning. I looked down at Colin's hand, which was fully stroking his cock by now. My brother WAS cruising me, even though he had no idea what that meant.

    "What… What did you have in mind?" I asked, probably sounding nervous even though I was more excited than anything.

    "Is it true gay guys give better blowjobs?" Colin asked.

    "Ha. It… It depends on the person," I tried to sound nonchalant, but I was fully hard in my jeans by now. "I've never gotten any complaints," I added, leaning over to face my brother.

    I let my eyes wander back down to my brother's cock, and I was now openly staring at it without trying to hide it. I saw that he was chubbing up nicely, possibly turned on by the attention he was getting. The silence seemed to last an eternity, and the only things I could hear were my thumping heartbeat and the sound of Colin's hand slowly sliding up and down his hardening member.

    "Would it... Would it weird you out if I asked you to give me a blowjob?" my older brother asked, his voice suddenly much quieter. I propped myself up on one elbow. Even in the dark, I could see the whirlwind of mixed emotions and nervousness as Colin looked up at me.

    "Not at all," I replied, giving him a tender smile, which I hoped would be reassuring. "I'd... actually love to do that for you." 

    My brother looked a little surprised, but also relieved. Part of my brain wondered how long he'd been pondering this. Was this a spur-of-the-moment kinda thing, or something that he'd been daydreaming about for months? I had a ton of questions I wasn't about to ask. My mouth had better things to do.

    Resisting the urge to swoop my face down and swallow Colin's cock right away, I decided to pace myself so that I could prolong the pleasure for him. This was his first blowjob in months, after all – maybe longer. So, I slowly moved my face closer to his prick and started by licking the length of his shaft, letting my tongue brush across the swelling head before pulling it away.

    "Oh, fuuuck," my brother moaned slowly, letting out a long breath before taking another deep one. "That feels..."

    His words stopped when I began another long lick. He had reached full hardness now and his cock slowly lifted up from his body. I followed with my tongue, never breaking the contact, and then took a longer moment to slide it around his knob. That elicited another gasp, this time with no intelligible words accompanying it. As I pulled my tongue back again, my smile got even bigger when I detected the salty taste of precum. That made some switch flip in my head, and I was no longer sure if I was going to be able to take this slow.

    Feeling even more eager than before, I got onto my knees and bent over Colin's lower body. A few strokes of my hand was all it took to spread my spit and his precum up and down the length of his shaft. Then for the next five minutes, I gave him a nice slow handjob. His eyes were closed and he had the most relaxed and happy look on his face – a look I hadn't seen in a long time. There was no question in my mind about whether this was the right thing to do. My brother needed some release and I was helping him out, like a good little brother should.

    When I leaned down to fully take my brother's cock between my lips, it almost seemed unreal that all this was happening. But this really was Colin's fat cockhead sliding along my tongue toward the back of my mouth. It was his salty juices I could taste as the head pushed further down. It was his pubes that my nose was buried in when I had him balls-deep in my throat.

    I could feel his cock throbbing inside my neck. Colin was making a series of gasping noises, with words interspersed but mostly unintelligible. I thought I caught "feels so fucking good." It was clear that he was enjoying this, and I tugged on his balls and tried to somehow slide him just a little deeper. I finally had to come up for air, and when I went back down again, my brother's hand moved to the back of my head.

    That almost made me cum inside my jeans, though I'd admittedly been close ever since taking that first taste of Colin's cock. His fingers pulled at my hair a little as he made an effort to guide me down onto him at a slow speed. A little slower than I preferred, and I heard another gasp as I quickly deep-throated him again. His hand stayed on my head, and after a moment, when it was clear I wasn't going to come back up again right away, his hand started moving along my scalp. I realized he was stroking my head lovingly, letting me know how much he was enjoying what I was doing. His fingers even wandered down the back of my neck, sending chills down my spine and relaxing me even more. I heard myself moan right after Colin did, and I briefly felt outside myself, like I was looking down at us from above. It was hot as fuck; the image of me with my brother's cock in my mouth, his broad chest rising and falling as he got more and more worked up.

    "I could do this all night," I thought to myself. My big brother's cock fit perfectly in my throat. If he was any thicker it would've been more of a challenge, but this way I was able to take him all the way, with my chin grazing his nutsack. I started going faster and augmenting things with one of my hands. The other hand stayed on my brother's balls. After a few more minutes of my fucking my face down onto his cock, I felt my brother's balls tightening up, and I knew I was about to get my reward.

    "Brock!" Colin yelled out, suddenly sounding alarmed. "I'm gonna... oh god..." Words left him at the same time that his load started to leave his cock. At that moment, I only had his pulsing cockhead in my mouth, and I felt my brother's cum pouring out onto my tongue like a thick syrup. I held it in as long as I could, and when I finally needed to swallow, I let his cock escape my lips and gulped down my little nieces and nephews. It turned out, I hadn't quite gotten his whole load: two more spurts of brotherly sperm hit the side of my face. The warmth of Colin's seed sliding down my cheek felt amazing! 

    My brother's breathing started to slow down again, and I took one final long lick up the underside of his shaft, taking the cockhead into my mouth again quickly to make sure I got the last drops oozing out. I sighed with great satisfaction as I shifted around to lie down again. My brother's big arm slid out under me and before I knew it he was pulling me in for a cuddly half-hug. I let my head rest on his shoulder and I pulled up close to him, feeling his body hair tickle my bare chest. His cum was still on my face and I had no plans to change that. I was content to fall asleep with my brother's jizz drying on my face for the night.

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