Sure, he told me about the bitches he fucked, and he always had an impressive bulge in his sweats. A bottom boy like me can't help but notice those things. But nothing prepared me to experience the real thing.
We were coming back from a bros day together, just hanging out, when he pulled me into the back of his car. We he pulled down his pants, my jaw dropped open. He put a hand on my head, bringing me in closer, his manly musk filling my nose and making my mind go blank with lust. His cock could have been an exact replica of mine: we were the same shape, same color, had the same veins. But there was one key difference. He easily had an extra two inches on me.
When my lips touched his cock head, I two things for sure: I was gonna do everything I could to please him, and I'd never call him my "little" brother again.
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Fuck, I never knew my big bro was such a slut.
Sure, I knew he was gay. He didn't hide that. But I'd always thought he'd be a man just like me. I'd looked up to him my whole life, after all.
But I couldn't help but noticing that he just didn't have the same bulge in his pants that I do. And when he talked about seeing guys, he never mentioned fucking them. So I knew I had to find out the truth.
So when we came back from college to have a bros day, I knew exactly what I was gonna do. I was gonna treat him like any number of the bitches I'd fucked, pull him into the back seat and show him the goods. Fuckin' slut didn't even resist.
In no time at all, I had his lips wrapped around my cock, and then I was going balls deep in his pussy. His little nub was barely a dick at all. I didn't even bother to touch it.
When I was done pumping my load in his cunt, I knew two things for sure: I'd never look up to my "big" brother again, and this wasn't the last time I was gonna fuck his pussy.
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